Sassy Ever After: Sassy Faerie Princess (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Nicole Austin

  “Fuck,” Brady cursed. “You’re so hot, Rena.”

  Tiny gave him a stern look. “Shut up or leave, Brady. I need to concentrate, and that’s hard enough already.”

  She could tell he wanted to run his hand over his head but couldn’t due to the sterile gloves. “You lucky son of a bitch,” Tiny growled under his breath.

  Brady grinned like a fool.

  With her left hand, she clutched onto Brady. The other held a white-knuckled grip on the arm of the chair. Tiny took another swipe at her captured tissues with the antiseptic. The stimulation had her involuntarily lifting her hips toward his hands.

  Brady growled a warning. “Don’t push me, Tiny.”

  “Okay,” he said then lifted a wicked looking needle from the silver tray at his side. One beefy forearm went across her hips, holding her pinned to the chair. “Hold still, Serena. This is going to burn for few seconds. Breathe through it.”

  She nodded, unable to string together the words to form an appropriate response. She shivered with a heady combination of fear and anticipation. Closing her eyes, she took slow deep breaths, safe in the certainty Brady wouldn’t allow anything to harm her.

  The instant the needle made a vertical slice through her sensitive flesh, Serena screamed and would have surged up out of the chair if Tiny hadn’t held her down. Her eyes flew open as a jolt of pained pleasure tore through her, creating scandalous sensations that zinged along her entire body. As promised, the pain had ceased as quickly as it had begun, leaving her with only insurmountable pleasure. The cold metal bar sliding into place generated delicious friction against her throbbing clit. Cum gushed from her spasming pussy, and bright lights flashed behind her eyelids as she flew apart. She faintly heard both men curse as her body convulsed.

  Tiny made quick work of screwing the ball onto the barbell and released the clamp, creating a rush that extended her orgasm. Swipes of cold antiseptic over and around the piercing teased shimmering aftershocks from her as she gasped and panted.

  “I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful,” Tiny rasped out.

  At that point, she was too sated and exhausted to care who looked at or touched her sex. Everything else happened in a fog as Tiny explained the aftercare instructions to Brady.

  Brady didn’t let her do more than give Tiny a brief hug, which seemed inadequate considering the intimacy they’d just shared, but she lacked the energy to complain. He helped her redress then guided her outside the shop.

  Each motion of her legs as she walked gently tugged against the swollen tissues covering her clit, stimulating her even more. She hissed and gasped then turned to Brady. “How long will it be so sensitive?” she demanded.

  “Only for a few days, then you won’t notice it unless the jewelry is manipulated.”

  “Days,” she sobbed, glancing at the bike. “And how the feck am I supposed to survive a ride back to the house on your evil machine?”

  He stared at her for a moment before realizing his mistake. No way she could handle being on the bike right now. With a curse he led her back into the shop, telling Tiny he’d pick up the bike later. Tapping on his phone, he ordered a car, which arrived within a few minutes.

  Serena sighed in relief. With walking nearly driving her to orgasm, the bike would have been more than she could handle.

  Chapter Twelve

  Incredulous over what Brady told him, Trevor shouted, “You did what?”

  Brady held up a hand. “I simply made a suggestion and we discussed what was involved. The decision to pierce her clitoral hood was Serena’s.”

  Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath and faced Serena, who stared down to where she nervously shuffled her feet. Her crestfallen expression made him regret his reaction. Cupping her chin, he exerted pressure until she met his gaze. “You wanted the piercing?” he asked in a calmer tone.

  A bit of the excitement that had been in her eyes as she walked through the door came back and her lips curved up slightly. “Yes.”

  “Brady didn’t make you—”

  “What the fuck, Trev.” Brady cut in. “You know I wouldn’t force her to do something she didn’t want.”

  Yes, he did know that. But he still needed to hear it from her. “Serena?” he asked encouragingly and dropped his hand.

  “It’s incredible,” she enthused, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet. She sucked in a hard breath, and her stunning green eyes darkened and dilated with desire. “Ooooh,” she moaned. “It feels so good.”

  Snagging the aftercare instructions from Brady’s hand, he quickly read through the information, coming to an abrupt halt half way down the page. His head swung up to find Brady already holding a hand up in a stop gesture.

  “Now, don’t freak out. I know it recommends no sex—”

  “For two fucking weeks,” he growled.

  “Just until it heals,” Brady continued. “And she already loves it,” he added, attempting to ease the blow.

  Serena placed a hand on his forearm and stroked soothingly. “I do love it,” she declared. “So much.”

  Her genuine enjoyment and enthusiasm got him to relax about the piercing. Twice a day, Brady and he helped her clean the area, which healed faster than should be possible. She’d nearly gone insane with the itching at first, but, by the end of the third day, she was fine.

  Trevor had barely put the car in park when he got home from work before Brady was there, opening his door and dragging him into the house. He was stunned to find Serena spread-eagled on the bed, dress bunched up under her breasts, her pussy wet and swollen with need, and the piercing looking completely healed.

  “Wow. Looks amazing.” Trevor wasn’t referring only to the piercing. He helped her up off the bed and asked, “Should we check with Tiny?

  “I guess so.”

  Brady grabbed his phone, dialed, and put it on speaker to find out if they could ditch the aftercare regimen. The big man freaked out.

  “There’s no possible way she’s completely healed in seventy-two hours. Bring her back to the shop. I want to take a look at the wound,” Tiny demanded.

  “Yeah, right. A look,” Brady grunted.

  Did Tiny think they were that gullible? Knowing full well what Tiny really wanted was to gawk at their woman’s pussy, Trevor snapped. “Not gonna happen.”

  As Brady ended the call, Trevor asked Serena’s opinion of the phenomenon. Seeming unconcerned, she shrugged and made another of those random, crazy comments. “Fae heal fast.”

  He let the subject go. It wasn’t the first of her references to the whimsical creatures Brady had been drawing since her arrival. Trevor preferred not to dwell on the weirdness that has overtaken his lovers.

  A wicked grin stretched Brady’s lips and he rubbed his hands together. “I made dinner. Let’s eat before it gets cold. We can have Rena for dessert.”

  Brady lunged at Serena, tossing her over his shoulder and making a beeline for the kitchen. Trevor was hot on his heels in an instant. To hell if he’d complain about sex being back on the menu.

  Glorious scents of curry, peanut sauce, ginger, lime, and other oriental spices filled Trevor’s nose soon as he walked into the dining room. The table had been set with a jade linen cloth, twin taper candles in crystal holders in the center. Didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out Brady had seduction on his mind.

  Brady pushed in Serena’s chair and turned, stepping straight into Trevor’s open arms. Pressing in close, he wrapped his arms around Brady’s waist. “What’s on the menu?” he asked, trailing kisses over the strong column of Brady’s neck.

  “Mmm…keep that up and I’ll forget all about dinner,” Brady purred. “I was in the mood for oriental and couldn’t make up my mind what I wanted, so I made a little of everything.”

  Their mouths came together in a scorching hot kiss. He tasted a multitude of spicy flavors, along with his lover’s own distinct taste, and groaned with hunger.

  Breaking the contact, Brady detailed
the menu. “We’re having chicken satay with cucumber salad, spring rolls, hot and sour shrimp soup, chicken and shrimp phad Thai, and vegetable curry. For desert I’m making Japanese fried ice cream.”

  Pride and accomplishment lightened Brady’s dark features.

  “No cute moo cows,” Serena declared.

  Brady and he shared a laugh over that. “You should never have told her where the beef comes from,” Trevor chided.

  While he wanted to relax and enjoy the light mood, he sensed something else was going on. Brady likely had a surprise planned to go with the extravagant meal.

  “You’ve really outdone yourself,” Trevor said. “Damn, Brady. You must have been cooking all afternoon. We could have just gone out for dinner.”

  A frown creased Brady’s forehead and drew his dark eyebrows together. “It always tastes better when I make it myself,” he said, trying to back away and put some distance between them. “Besides, I thought you’d appreciate the effort.”

  Trevor pulled him close once again, not letting him sulk. He kissed behind Brady’s ear. “I do appreciate it. You know I love your cooking. I just don’t want you slaving over a hot stove all day.” Genuine emotion deepened his voice. “Not for me.”

  Some of the tension eased out of Brady. “We all deserve a treat, and I thought a romantic dinner would be nice.”

  Dinner had turned out amazing, and they all ate until they were stuffed. Trevor and Serena did the dishes, and, by the time they joined him in the bedroom, the special treat he prepared was ready. A chilled bowl of water containing their surprise sat on the nightstand and leather restraints were secured to the headboard, looking rather ominous against the crisp white sheets.

  Rolling his eyes, Trevor moved to Brady’s side. “Have you been surfing porn on the net again?”

  “Nope. I need you two to trust me and just roll with it.” He made eye contact with each of them. “Can you do that?”

  “BDSM websites?” Trevor persisted.

  “Never mind that. Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he said, already tugging Trevor’s shirt from the waistband of his pants

  They shared a blistering kiss as Serena edged closer. He’d known the little spitfire wouldn’t let them get far without her. It didn’t take long before all three of them were naked and breathlessly aroused. He always marveled at how quickly they shed their clothes when sex was involved.

  “Lie down on the bed. I’m only going to restrain your hands for a short time.”

  Serena hesitated, appearing nervous. He moved closer to her, stroking her back in a soothing motion. “I want to focus on the two of you, and if you touch me, I won’t be able to do that.”

  The explanation seemed to ease her concern, and, in a matter of minutes, Brady had Trevor and Serena stretched out on the bed, arms bound above their heads.

  “You’re both so damn sexy,” he praised. “I feel like a sex addict cut loose in an adult toy shop.”

  Trevor groaned, and Serena looked confused. Brady couldn’t help it. Having the two gorgeous people he loved naked and restrained to his bed made him horny as hell.

  He planned to ease them into things. They had all night, and since it was a Friday, there was no reason to rush. No one had to be anywhere in the morning, so they could all sleep late. He was pretty sure they’d need the rest by the time he got done.

  Anticipation skittered over his skin. He moved to the end of the bed, positioning himself between their feet where he began to seduce them. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he stated in a raw tone then put action to the words. He started at their ankles, maintaining continual contact with both Trevor and Serena, keeping the arousal level high as he worked his way up the bed between them.

  The contrasts between male and female, hard and soft, captivated Brady. “You are both so sensual and exciting. I love how soft you are, Rena,” he said, running his fingers along the silky skin of her thigh. “And how hard you are.” He kneaded the corded muscles over Trevor’s muscular legs. “The best of both worlds.”

  “Brady,” Trevor growled and lifted his hips, drawing attention to the impressive shaft jutting from his groin.

  “I’ll get there…eventually,” he teased, tormenting them with expectation.

  “Brady, I need you.” Serena chewed on her plump bottom lip the way he wanted to.

  “Just relax and enjoy. Let me play.”

  Taking a surreptitious glance at the bowl on the nightstand, he caught both Serena and Trevor’s gazes following his own. Damn, he was having too much fun tormenting them. The whole mind-fuck drove their desire to another level. By the time he brought the ginger into play, they’d be putty in his hands.

  Continuing his journey over their captive bodies, Brady immersed himself in the task, ensuring every luscious inch of male and female flesh experienced the touch of his fingers, lips, tongue, and teeth. Everywhere except where they really wanted him. He saved the best for last.

  While sucking and nipping at one of Trevor’s hypersensitive nipples, he thrust his cock against Trevor’s hip. “I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside you.”

  He turned to Serena, giving her the same treatment. Who received his cock didn’t matter to Brady. He got equal enjoyment from making love to both of them. Of course, what he wanted more than anything was for both Trevor and he to take her at the same time.

  Maybe tonight would be the night. If he could get her worked up enough, she just might give in, bringing the three together as one. He could only hope, but it was something he’d been thinking about more and more.

  Straddling her chest, he pressed her breast together, thrusting into her cleavage, desperate to capture some pleasure of his own. He scooted forward until his crown prodded her lips, drawing in a harsh breath as she licked and sucked at him.

  He didn’t maintain the contact for long. She was too good at distracting him by deep throating him. Brady slid off her and onto Trevor’s chest, letting him have a chance to suck him. The wicked devil used his teeth, knowing well the profound effect it would have on Brady. Pulling back, he took a deep breath and squeezed the base of his cock to prevent a premature release.

  Once again, he moved back down the bed, trailing his fingers over miles of quivering flesh to settle near their hips. Taking Trevor’s delicious cock in his mouth, he massaged his balls, bringing Trevor right to the edge before turning to Serena. Her pink pussy lips were swollen and damp. The barbell decorating her hood wavered slightly with the quivering and clenching of her flesh. Brady was thrilled she’d gotten the piercing. He’d tried to talk Trevor into one, but the stubborn fool wouldn’t listen.

  Taking turns, he moved between the two of them. Each time, he brought them to the edge of climax then retreated, leaving them hanging. Before long, both begged for release, and he took pity on them.

  His gaze wandered over to the bowl again. “You two ready to have some fun?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  The mischievous look on Brady’s face gave Trevor pause. He knew the expression, and it always meant trouble. With no idea what Brady had in the bowl, he wasn’t sure how to respond to the loaded question.

  “Depends whose idea of fun you have in mind.” He studied his lover for a long moment before curiosity got the better of him. “Whatcha got in the bowl?”

  Not answering, Brady opened the nightstand drawer and removed a pair of latex gloves. Okay, this didn’t look good. He watched as Brady donned the gloves, letting the cuffs snap against his wrists before reaching into the bowl.

  Nervous anticipation tightened Trevor’s muscles. Why the fuck would he need gloves before handling whatever was in the bowl?

  Brady pulled out a white tapered object. The narrow tip was rounded and it had a wide base. He estimated the whole thing to be about five inches long. The diameter ranged from about one-half to two inches at the widest point. Looked like a tiny butt plug. Rather unimpressive and non-threatening.

  “This,” Brady said, turning the white item and examining it a
s though it was the first time he’d seen it. “Just a little ginger.”

  Ginger?

  “What are you doing with ginger in the bedroom?” Trevor pulled at the leather restraints holding his hands above his head, squirming under the fire he saw dancing in Brady’s eyes.

  Holding the white root over him, Brady dripped some cold water onto Trevor’s abdomen. His muscles clenched against the cold, but he relaxed when the rounded tip, which felt very much like a fingertip, met his flesh.

  Glancing over at Serena, he noticed she also relaxed when he did. Yet because of Brady’s evil smile, Trevor wasn’t able to completely let go. Not until he figured out what Brady planned to do with the ginger.

  Taking another piece from the bowl, Brady held this one over Serena. She gasped as the water dribbled on her tummy. Straining his neck to see, Trevor watched in fascination as the water rolled down to form a small puddle in her navel. Without hesitation, Brady leaned down and licked up the fluid. Damn, Trevor wished he was free so he could do that, too. He tugged on the restraints again.

  Yup, secured nice and tight.

  Brady teased them with the ginger for several long minutes. On occasion, he’d dip the root into the water then create a chilly new path across their skin. Trevor hissed as his nipples puckered under the icy touch. It was when Brady started moving south that Trevor began to feel true worry. The white root trailed down the crease of his groin, circled his balls then slid along his perineum.

  “Oh shit,” he gasped as the rounded tip circled his anus. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food?”

  Throwing back his head, Brady laughed. “I have no intention of eating the ginger. Although,” he teased, “I may eat the two of you.”

  Now there was an idea Trevor could get behind. In fact, his cock stood tall and proud, showing full support of the proposal.

  He watched as Brady dragged the other piece along Serena’s groin, careful to avoid her tender folds. He couldn’t see much more when Brady’s hand disappeared between her legs but guessed they were both receiving the same treatment. Deciding to enjoy the new game, he relaxed against the pillows.