They entered the bedroom and she stopped dead, her eyes on the blue satiny sheets covering the double bed. The silver stars stitched onto the material blurred. Her panic increased.
Payne rounded her, his eyes on her chest. Listening to her rushing heart?
“Do you need a moment?” There was a beautiful tilt to his lips, as though he found her nerves pleasing. Why? It struck her that it was because it gave away that this wasn’t the sort of thing she normally did with a man.
Elissa shook her head, trying to look casual, and then nodded. His smile widened and he reached up and grazed his thumb across her lower lip, sending a hot shiver through her. He let his hand fall from her face and went back into the main room of the house, closing the door. Very courteous. Giving her privacy to get her explosive nerves under control. She listened, hoping he hadn’t just used the opportunity to do a runner. She heard beakers clink together and the curtains close.
She drew a deep breath and exhaled. Gods, she wanted this, wanted him, but what the hell had she just signed up for? He would be expecting sexy. Could she do sexy? Could she be dominant with a man?
Dominant wasn’t in her nature.
She squirmed on the spot. Already desire was dampening her knickers. She glanced at her wardrobe. Sexy. She could be sexy for Payne. She wanted to be that way for him.
She pulled out her drawers and dressed in her most provocative black lace underwear. A simple bra and shorts. The mirror hanging on the back of the door mocked her. Not sexy enough. She could fix that. A little magic improved it, changing her dull underwear to a black satin bustier, thong and fishnet stockings, together with thigh-high black stiletto leather boots. Her heart pounded and desire heated her blood as she stared at her reflection. Very fuck me.
She completed her look by twisting her long chestnut hair into a messy knot at the back of her head and kept her black choker on. Anything to draw his attention to her neck. He might be easier to tease into submission if she was playing her best cards. He wanted to bite her. She had seen it in his eyes. She swallowed again. Gods, would he bite her if she let him? If she made him? The thought that he might obey such a command and sink long sharp fangs into her flesh had her thighs quivering.
The floorboards in the other room creaked. Payne was pacing again. Did he feel as nervous as she did? She felt as though she was about to make a terrible mistake but it was too late now to stop herself. She wanted him. Needed this. She nibbled her lower lip and approached the closed door. She opened it a crack and peeked through to the other room and Payne. He looked troubled, his handsome features set in a dark scowl. How did women make men submit?
Her eyes shifted to the silver rope on the desk.
Another shiver bolted through her, hot from the thought of using it on him.
Payne distracted her. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing his bare torso as he walked towards her. A good sign, surely? He wanted to do this too.
He turned his back and she tracked his fae markings with her eyes. The line of symbols ran up the underside of his forearms, curved over the outside of his elbows and snaked over his biceps to his shoulders. From there, they ran across the backs of his shoulders and joined above his spine. They followed the line of it down and ended in a diamond above his bottom, between two very sensual dimples.
Elissa had never seen anything so sexy.
She ached to touch them or run her tongue over them. He didn’t like it when she touched them though. Would he be angry with her? Elissa frowned. She was approaching this all wrong. He had sworn to submit to her for one night. A submissive didn’t get to be angry or pick and choose what she did.
She eased the door open, waved her hand and the silver rope wound around his wrists and up his forearms, binding them together behind his back. He growled and snarled, his fae markings flashing red and black, and turned on the spot. The moment his eyes found her, he fell silent and still, his chest heaving and muscles straining. The symbols inked on his skin flared in new colours, shades of red and dark pink. Gods, he was delicious.
She wanted to touch him.
Elissa slowly approached him, enjoying the way his eyes were taking her in, drifting over her. His pupils dilated, swallowing some of the grey and the sparks of blue and gold. She stopped before him and traced her fingers over his markings, following them up his right biceps and over his shoulder. His breathing accelerated and he strained against the ropes.
“They’re enchanted.” She smiled up at him. His eyes bore into hers, dark and hungry. “You can’t break them.”
He tracked her as she moved behind him, the blue and gold in his eyes brightening. Elissa held his gaze and cautiously lowered her mouth to his shoulder. She pressed her lips to the marks there. He closed his eyes and inhaled, his nostrils flaring and the cords in his neck tightening.
Elissa remained behind him and encircled him in her arms, laying her hands against his granite hard chest. She murmured low in her throat, unable to contain the jolt of pleasure that ran through her. Payne groaned and strained against the ropes again, causing every muscle on his torso to tense and delight her. She skimmed her fingers over the taut ridges of his stomach and bravely continued past the erotic dip of his navel, into the soft dusting of sandy hair that led downwards.
Payne sucked his stomach in and tensed.
She trembled and slid her hand into his jeans, cupping the hard, hot length of him through his underwear. He hissed through his teeth and bucked into her palm, thrusting his impressive length against her. Elissa bit her lip. She wanted to see it.
She rounded him and tackled his dark blue jeans, making fast work of his leather belt and the buttons. He didn’t tense this time. She glanced up into his eyes, surprised that he was letting her do this. His eyes were pure blue and gold. No wonder he was behaving himself. His incubus was at the fore and was probably enjoying the hunger that beat through her and controlled her actions. He was feeding on her pleasure.
Elissa grabbed his jeans and boxers, and shoved both of them down his thighs. His cock sprang free, hard and dark with need. Gods, he was big. She stroked her fingers down his length from tip to root. He groaned and his hips jerked, thrusting his erection towards her. She curled her fingers around him and he tipped his head back and swallowed, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. He groaned through his clenched teeth. She grazed her thumb over the sensitive crown, eliciting a dark growl of pleasure. A hot shiver chased over her and she did it again, his reaction to this bare caress empowering her and giving her the confidence to continue. He was enjoying this. She was too.
She twisted her hand and ran it down his rigid cock to cup his balls in her fingers. She fondled the heavy sac, teasing him, and he tensed, every delicious inch of him going hard. What was she supposed to do now? Payne was at her mercy and the thought of dominating him was becoming more appealing and thrilling with each passing second.
First, she needed him naked. She pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees, bending over in front of him. He gave a desperate growl and she glanced up at him. Mother earth, he looked ready to devour her as he stared at her bottom. She removed his boots, letting him stare, wriggling her backside to tease him, and then his jeans, and stepped back to appraise her work.
Payne, naked and bound. Delicious.
He raked hot eyes over her, narrowing them on her breasts and hips. His cock bobbed.
Elissa smiled wickedly. She turned her back on him and bent over, ripping a low growl from him. He thrust his hips, his eyes on her backside. Did he want to nestle his cock between her buttocks? Elissa wasn’t sure but she wanted it, so she straightened, tottered towards him on her heels, and turned her back to him once more. She leaned her back against his front and writhed up and down, teasing him with the contact. He strained again, struggling to get his arms free of the enchanted rope.
He stopped when she bent forwards, presenting herself to him, and rubbed herself up and down the length of his rigid cock. He stared down at where they touched, a desperate look o
n his face. It was wrong of her, but that lost, wild look satisfied her. She worked her body against his, feeling herself growing wetter with need. Payne dipped his hips and joined her, thrusting the length of his erection along her, hitting her in all the right places. Gods, she wanted more. She wanted him to touch her, but she didn’t want to undo his wrists.
He snarled when she pulled away and fixed her with a glare. Not quite the submissive he had promised he would be. She would have to fix that.
How?
For starters, he definitely shouldn’t be towering over her. Someone submitting should be lower than she was. She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him to his knees. He looked shocked and then aroused. His cock pulsed again, eagerly jutting out from sandy curls. He splayed his knees, giving her a better view of his body, and looked up at her. Sweet heavens. She had never seen such a naughty sight.
Her groin throbbed in response and wicked scenarios flooded her mind.
Elissa commanded the rope. It unwound from his forearms but left his wrists bound, and floated over his shoulder to her. She grabbed the end of it and shook as she raised her leg. She wanted to see his body as tight as a bowstring again. Her heart hammered in her throat. She pressed her foot to his chest.
Payne stared up at her, handsome and wild, a dangerous male at her command. It thrilled her. She worked her foot upwards until the pointed toe of her boot was against his chin and she was forcing his head back. Every muscle on his torso tensed and his eyes swirled bright gold and blue, the incubus side he tried so hard to deny shining through.
Elissa grazed the heel of her stiletto down his throat and he groaned. A ripple of pleasure flowed through her and she could feel it in him too. It seemed Payne was enjoying this. She hoped it stayed that way.
She cleared her throat to find her voice and then whispered, “Kiss my boot.”
He didn’t hesitate. A jolt of pleasure rocked her.
She shoved the tip of her boot under his chin and forced his head back again.
“Look at me,” she commanded and he did, his eyes hooded and dark with passion. “You’re beautiful... I want to lick you all over and kiss every delicious inch of you. Would you like that?”
His answer was a strained moan.
Elissa lowered her foot and looped the rope around his neck, forming a leash. She tugged it tight and raised it, forcing him to keep his eyes on her. “Do you like my outfit?”
He groaned again. The blue in his eyes was shining now. “I do.”
“You have to tell me more than that. What do you want to do with me when you look at me?” She trembled now, excited but nervous about what he might say.
He spoke, his voice low and sultry, feeding her imagination and relaying his desire. “I want to run my hands up the insides of your thighs and spread your legs to reveal you to my eyes. I want to pleasure you until you draw close and then bury my cock in you, pin you to that wall and take you so hard you will never forget this night... and when you’ve come, I’ll take you again and again until you’re begging me to stop. I want to ruin you.”
Mother earth, was it wrong of her to want this powerful male to do that to her? The thought of Payne stamping his name on her body had her shaking with need, wet with desire to let him do just that. She was on fire inside, burning to know everything he had just detailed.
Elissa breathed hard, struggling to calm herself enough to speak.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” she whispered and his eyes darkened again, pupils gobbling up his irises. She stared down into his eyes, clutching the rope, towering over him. “I want to use this rope to bind you to the wall, your legs and arms splayed across it, rendering you helpless.”
His eyes flashed brightly at that word. She couldn’t tell whether the thought of being helpless aroused or disturbed him.
“And when you’re helpless.” Another bright flash of gold and blue. “I will strip before you and then...” Her cheeks heated but she held it together. “Pleasure myself in front of you, making you watch me... and when you were close to bursting, I would lick your cock and take you into my mouth, bringing you to the very edge... and then I would begin again, touching myself as I lay in the armchair with my legs spread. I would ease my fingers into my body and pretend it was your beautiful cock inside me, making me orgasm.”
His cock throbbed and pulsed, and he arched forwards, straining and groaning. Gods. She felt dirty and it felt good. She wanted to do all that to him, but more than that, she wanted to feel his mouth on her flesh. Could she hold off until she had done as she had said, bringing him to the edge, forcing him to accept she was in control?
Elissa had to try.
She crouched before him, her legs splayed, flashing her flimsy underwear at him. She gripped his cock, stroking the silken length of it, teasing the head at times with her thumb. He leaned back, hips shifting, thrusting his cock through the ring of her fingers. She studied his face and focused on his body, trying to sense how close he was. Not close enough. He grunted.
“Silence.” That word was loud in the room.
Payne groaned but nodded. It seemed he was getting into it now.
What else could she make him do?
A pearl of seed tipped his cock and he thrust harder. Elissa took her hand away. His eyes snapped open and he snarled at her, baring fangs.
She yanked on the rope, causing it to tighten around his throat, reminding him that she was the one in control. He looked as though he was going to dispute it and then relaxed, a pained edge to his expression. His hard length bobbed and pulsed.
Elissa needed a cloth. She stood and released his rope, turning to go to the bathroom. Payne shot to his feet.
She turned on him with a scowl. “Kneel!”
He dropped to his knees, hitting the stone flags with an audible crack.
The rush of power she felt from his instantly obeying her was better than any spell.
“Wait.” She turned away, walked through the bedroom and went into the bathroom. She grabbed a small white cloth, wetted it, and came back to him. She crouched before him and cleaned his cock. He groaned and tensed, hips thrusting. Was he that desperate to climax? He was part incubus and they thrived on sexual play and the rush of satisfaction that came with release. Was she hurting him by making him hold off?
She took the cloth away. It seemed almost cruel to do this to him, but he had looked excited at the prospect when she had talked about it.
She stood, backed away from him and then shimmied out of her underwear. A wave of her hand had the armchair shifting across the room and stopping behind her. She seated herself on it and stared at him. He was panting, defined chest heaving with each strained breath. Her pulse raced and she wriggled on the seat, squirming. What would he look like if she went through with this? She wanted to know.
Elissa slowly lifted her leg, revealing herself to his hungry eyes. Rapt didn’t cover it. He looked enthralled as she settled her knee over the arm of the chair, exposing herself, and it gave her the courage to continue. She slowly skimmed her fingers down over her stomach and dipped them into her slippery folds. A moan escaped her at the first brush of contact. She stared at Payne, forcing herself to watch him and see what she was doing to him. He frowned, pure pain twisting his expression. She ran her fingers around her clitoris, teasing both herself and him at the same time, sending a hot rush of shivers spreading outwards along her thighs and into her belly. Payne groaned. Elissa moaned right along with him.
She lifted her other leg and lay back in the chair, and eased her fingers down. Payne stared, eyes wide, breathing hard and fast. The muscles of his arms bunched and tensed as he struggled against his bonds. Blue and gold sparked in his eyes, flaring around his enlarged pupils. She moaned and he growled, one of pleasure this time and need. She knew what he wanted her to do, and she obeyed the silent command. She slipped her fingers inside and struggled to resist closing her eyes. Payne’s cock pulsed, leaping each time she withdrew. He shuffled to face her but remained
on his knees. She threw caution and all sense of embarrassment to the wind and thrust her fingers into herself. Another shiver of bliss raced up and down her quivering thighs as she imagined it was Payne inside her, filling her up, taking her hard and fast, deep and rough, as he had promised he would.
Payne groaned. He looked like a man firmly over the edge now.
“Have you been good?” she said, surprised that she had voiced those words and how husky they had sounded.
He nodded eagerly, clearly straining for some sort of pleasure or touching her. Elissa decided it was time to reward his patience and fulfil one of her desires. She wanted to feel his mouth on her flesh. She had wound herself so tightly that she was the one aching for release now.
She stood on shaky legs and approached him. She grabbed his rope leash with her right hand and stepped between his splayed legs.
“Kiss me.” She used the leash to pull him closer. He didn’t hesitate.
He leaned forwards and kissed her curls and her thighs, teasing her a little with his tongue. Elissa let him have his way, enjoying the attention he lavished upon her, knowing that she would be in control again soon enough. He ran his tongue up her thigh and kissed across the front of her groin. The tip of his tongue dipped between her plush petals. It wasn’t enough.
She stepped back, breaking contact, and was surprised that he didn’t growl. She rewarded him and herself by raising her right leg and hooking it over his left shoulder. She fed the rope beneath herself and held it in her right hand again.
“I said kiss me.” She pulled on the rope, bringing his mouth to her.
Payne was on her in a heartbeat, his mouth feasting on her, tongue delving deeply to tease her. He shifted lower, arching backwards until he was beneath her, licking her from her slick core to her aroused nub. He tasted her so eagerly that she shuddered from his ferocity. A man had never been like this with her, so hungry for her, so wild and desperate. It thrilled her as much as what he was doing. He suckled her and she grasped his hair with her left hand, twisting the sandy spikes in her fingers, holding him against her. She rocked against his face, unable to keep still. Her legs threatened to give out as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
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