Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “What did they do to Malcolm? Can I get the whole story here?” I know I’m being insensitive, but I’m tired of being in dark.
Noah turns to me. “Malcolm was Adam’s brother. I met him and Adam when Pierre and Brigette trapped me in Glamour. He had evidence to prove Pierre was turning humans without their consent and blackmailing fairies.”
“When I decided I wasn’t going to help Dad anymore, Malcolm and Adam brought the evidence to me,” Brigette adds. “They had digital recordings of Dad and Andre talking about their plans. We were going to turn them over to Glamour’s leaders, but then Malcolm turned up dead and the smartphone he had those files on went missing.”
“He was poisoned by silver,” Adam says. “But we couldn’t prove Pierre did it.”
“We went to the Glamour leaders, but we had no concrete proof. Until now.”
Once more we return to the lair. The Glamour leaders storm the place and we move in to back them up. We find Pierre and Andre, along with those wolves loyal to Pierre, in the basement of the skyscraper. They’re gathered around a long, wide table filled with documents and maps. Most of them stand as we burst into the room.
“Pierre Gévaudan, Andre Hallway.” Moira stares them down, and the Glamour leaders move in close so none can escape. “You, and those gathered here, have broken the laws of Glamour. You’ll be held in one of the lower levels until your trial.”
Pierre struggles as the bald, blue monster binds him with an arc of electricity he produces from his palms. His eyes narrow in on Brigette. “I can’t believe you betrayed me.”
“You betrayed all of us, Dad.” She sounds sad. “I was stupid to go along with you.”
All the prisoners are led out and a large black van has pulled out up front. The Glamour leaders load the criminals inside.
“What’ll happen to you?” I ask Brigette as we stand on the steps and watch the van doors slide closed.
Sadness lingers on her face when she looks at me. “I don’t know. Just have to wait and see what the leaders decide.”
Moira returns to our group and stands in front of us, staring us down like she’s an army admiral. “You three.” She points to me, Noah, and Rita. “Adam will take you back to the human world and he’s going to keep a close eye on you. One screw up, and I’ll have you back here so fast your heads will spin. Then I’ll either execute you or exile you to the lower levels. Got it?”
I gape at Noah, but I nod my head, careful not to keep this vampire leader waiting.
“Good. Keep your mouths shut and your monster side under control.” Her attention moves to Adam. “Have them back here once every three months. Just to check in.” She focuses on Brigette next. “Come with me.”
Brigette gives us a concerned glance, but she follows the vampire without question. My heart lurches, and though I’m glad to be safe and headed home with my friends, I hope Brigette will be all right. I wonder if we’ll ever see her again.
***
Chapter 13
Two weeks later
You were awesome tonight,” Noah says, as I peel off my pleather pants (fyi, those things stick like a bitch when you’re sweaty and fresh off the stage) and throw them over a chair in our bedroom.
“Hey, so were you. I’m glad you’re sharing lead vocals with me.” I go to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “It’s great to have you back in the band. By the way, we should start auditioning some lead guitarists.”
He kisses the tip of my nose before saying, “You don’t want to keep doing it?”
I shrug. “It feels weird having three members. I’m superstitious about anything less than four in the band.”
He laughs at this. “Okay, let’s talk to Regina and set something up soon. Now, I think we’ve earned some quality alone time.”
This is Noah’s code word for sex.
With his arms still around me, Noah walks us over to my dresser and slips open the top drawer. I keep my sex toy stash in the top two compartments.
He pulls out a rabbit vibrator and twings the ears on the little plastic animal that strokes the clitoris. “I’ve missed using these on you.”
I dig my hand into the pile and pull out a paddle with a velvety red surface. “I’ve missed it too.”
His eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise, and he puts on a bad faux accent somewhere between English and Aussie. “Young lady, are you asking me to spank you?”
I giggle. “It’s good to see you have your sense of humor back, too.” Then I hand him over the paddle.
He runs his wide palm over the flat surface. “Okay, I’ll spank you, but on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I get to handcuff you to the bedpost.” He points to one of the four white pillars that supports a canopy.
I cross my arms over my breasts and give him a saucy look. “Deal.”
His lips spread in a sexy grin. “Good. Take off your clothes.”
We both get undressed fast. He tugs me into his arms and his hands cherish my body, cupping and squeezing my ass, caressing up my back, exploring my breasts with hungry hands. Then he turns me so I’m pressed against his chest and his hard cock brushes over my cheeks. After he places a kiss to my temple, he leads me to the bedpost, a pair of silvery handcuffs in his left hand.
His palms skim up my arms, raising the small hairs there. It tickles, and goosebumps, along with a shiver, follow. His hands clasp my wrists and place them against the cool, smooth bedpost. He snicks one handcuff shut, loops it around the pillar, and then fastens the other to my wrist.
“I’m going to tease you like crazy,” he says, before kissing me breathless.
Next he sweeps the soft paddle over my shoulders, and when its touch leaves me, he peppers kisses over my sensitive skin. The velvet surface caresses along my spine and his lips follow after it, along with hot licks from his tongue. He traces circles over each butt cheek, arousing me further, until my pussy throbs. Then he rains little bites along the small of my back. I let out a little moan that makes him laugh.
Strong hands urge my legs wider apart then massage me from knee to upper thigh. He also skims a trail over this tingling flesh with the paddle, then he torments my wet sex with it. He slides the edge between my labia, brushes it over the side of my pussy, then rubs it into my clit. More moans escape me and I arch my back to give him better access. The more he rubs, the more my hips sway in time with the pleasure he delivers.
He swirls the paddle over my nipples in soft circles and sensation spikes through the taut tips, zipping straight to my pussy. Lips close around the hard buds and suckle until they throb and I let out a long groan. My sex is so wet and ready for him. I squirm and clank the handcuffs, wishing I could bury my hands in his long, dark hair.
The plush surface strokes under my breasts then caresses my rib cage, moving lower while my horniness climbs higher. This feathery touch moves over my stomach and the muscle in my lower abdomen tighten from expectation. He tortures me still, skimming the paddle so close to my mound, then between the crease of my inner thigh.
“Spank me or fuck me,” I beg. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“I’m going to torture you.” His words are throaty and the laugh that follows is pure evil. “Isn’t that what I promised? Don’t come until I tell you to.”
This command draws a moan of disappointment from me, but I also know the release will be that much sweeter because of the denial.
The tip of his tongue flicks over my clitoris, igniting the fire there until it’s a blaze. I buck into his face, trying to take more of what he has to give, but he digs his fingers into my hips and holds me still.
“Fuck me with your fingers,” I plead.
“Not yet. Be a good girl.” His words are followed by a sharp rap to my ass that only makes my desire hotter.
His fingers explore my labia, tease my wet slit, while he continues to eat me out. I’m on the edge of climax when he stops, pulls away, and smirks up at me
.
“Not yet.” His smile taunts me, and I hate him and love him in that moment.
He stands up and slides behind me, pressing his hard body and cock against my back and ass. “You want to come so bad, don’t you, sweetie?” His sensuous tone mocks my need. “It’s driving you crazy.”
“Yes, oh yes.” I breathe, growing dazed and frustrated by my unsatisfied lust.
His palm slips down one butt cheek then probes my sex. He steps away enough to place the paddle against my warm skin. As his fingers rub and pinch my clit, he draws the paddle back and gives my ass another stinging slap.
I let out a cry and rock forward. My eyes flutter shut as heat floods my body. I want him inside me so bad, right now, but I know he won’t let me orgasm yet. Bastard.
Those fingers curl and stroke my g-spot, sending pulses of bliss through me. When I rub my ass against his cock, I earn another strike from the paddle. I gasp as the stinging pain radiates through my ass and makes my pussy twinge.
Once more he kneels before me and eats me out while he keeps the paddle pressed against my left hip. His free hand slides between my legs, and fingers slip into my soaking pussy, curling and exploring until I’m on the edge of coming again. But he denies me still, pulling out and taking his mouth away.
“Not yet,” he growls, and another slap jiggles my rounded bottom.
“You’re an asshole,” I say in a breathy voice.
This earns me another slap.
His mouth returns to my sex, pleasuring it until I’m dizzy from the need for release. I beg again, and this time he gives me the permission I want. “I’ll make you come now, sweetie.” He laps once at my clit before he adds, “Then I’ll fuck you and see how many more orgasms I can get out of you tonight.”
This sends a thrills shivering up my spine.
Sensation fills my mind, chasing away every thought as he once again flits his tongue over my clit. I fist my hands against the bedpost and ride this wave of ecstasy. His fingers slip back into my pussy, curling and stroking with that expert precision, and my euphoric fog grows. I buck into his face frantically as a wave of bliss breaks inside of me and crashes through me. The orgasm leaves me with trembling limbs and ragged breath.
He stands and slides behind me once more, bracing my body against his strong chest. “Enjoy that?” His rough voice tickles my ear.
“What do you think?” I rasp out, and this earns me one more slap that makes me squeal. Then he tosses the paddle to the mattress and massages my red, tender cheeks. He soothes away the sting.
Kisses are feathered along my jaw line, down my neck. His hands roam from my ass to my hips, then over my stomach and up to my breasts. He pinches the nipples and squeezes my firm flesh.
“Bend more,” he tells me, pressing a wide palm into the center of my back. My ass juts out and he spread my legs wider as he positions himself between them.
His cock glides between my labia, then he teases my sensitive clit with his plump glans. I whimper and shimmy my hips, trying to urge him inside of me. But he plays his games again, pulling away so I can’t have him just yet.
As he circles one arm just above my waist, his penis thrusts into me and I sigh. He drives himself deep, filling me completely. My cunt stretches then envelops him tightly, eager for more bliss.
He fucks me in a slow, steady rhythm, raining kisses down on my neck as he does so. His tongue flicks into my ear then his teeth nibble the shell and lobe. The hand at my waist slips lower, over my trimmed pubic hair, until his fingers find my clit and glide over it, sending fresh euphoria zinging through my brain.
You like this, sweet Merry?” he croons. “Want to come again?”
“Yes, please… Oh please…”
His fucking grows faster, harder. “Not yet.”
When I let out a groan of disappointment, he squeezes my ass with his free hand then slaps it hard. I let out a shrill cry, elated by the surprise pain but also enraged by his continued torture.
He slows down again, teasing me with his cock, giving me just shallow thrusts. His fingers skim around that swollen bead of flesh but refuse to touch it.
“Damn you,” I groan the words. “Bastard. Stop tormenting me.”
He gives a throaty laugh and slaps my ass. I shriek and pound my butt backward into him, demanding he plunge his cock deeper into me. Finally he gives me what I want. His free hand twines in my hair, grasping a fistful so he can yank my head back and kiss me roughly. Then he gives me the feral fucking I’ve been wanting all night. In time with his wild thrusts, his other hand strokes the fire in my clit until the flames of orgasm engulf me a second time. I cry out into his mouth. The release is so intense I almost collapse into his arms.
When our lips part, he snicks the handcuffs off my wrists and takes me into his arms, scooping me up off my feet. His cock is still ramrod hard as he flings me onto the bed and follows after.
I read somewhere once that most men can only last about seven minutes before they blow their load. Noah has never had a problem lasting much longer than that, but then he practices tantra yoga to extend his orgasms and make his cock all the harder. Breathing exercises and mediation are part of this, and it’s definitely helped him channel his sexual energies well.
He crawls toward me like a puma. The handcuffs are on the mattress, and he scoops them up, holding them on one finger as he stares at me. “Get on your knees.”
His command quakes through me. I do as he says, pressing the side of my face into a pillow while I place my hands behind my back. I present my wrists and he closes the cuffs around them again.
Lightly, he runs the tips of his fingers over the small of my back until I shiver. His hands roam over my ass, massaging the cheeks. After grabbing some lube from the drawer, his touch pleasures my anus. He slips fingers inside and explores both holes, rubbing my g-spot from front to back. I gasp and writhe atop the pillows, jutting my ass higher in a silent plea to be fucked again. This time, to both our completion.
He rains kisses down on my bottom, then he licks and bites my inner thighs until a series of little moans escape me. Slick fingers leave my sex and their wet tips brush over my clit until I buck under him and plea for a third orgasm.
“Do you think you deserve to come again?” he taunts, rubbing his cock between my labia, creating an unbearable throb deep inside me. I need it scratched.
“You better believe I do,” I snap, pushing my sex into his glans.
His answer is to glide into my opening, thrusting deep and stroking my g-spot just right. I let out a loud sigh as my pussy closes around him once more. I melt into this bliss as I grip him fiercely. Then I beg him to fuck me hard and fast. The pounding ecstasy is mind numbing. I bite the pillow as I reach a third climax and euphoria explodes through me. I’m left sapped of energy and strength.
He finishes up soon after, driving his cock deep and spilling his seed through me. Then he pulls out and wraps his arms around my waist, tugging me down beside him so we spoon.
“It’d be easier to cuddle without these handcuffs,” I tell him, running their cold steel over his stomach.
He kisses my temple. “But I like you this way. Helpless and at my mercy.” He waggles his eyebrows.
Lightly, I punch him in the abdomen with my bound fists. “Take them off.”
With a laugh, he leans over and grabs the key off the nightstand. When I’m free, I turn to face him and snuggle into his chest. We fall asleep on top of the blankets as they sky turns grey with the first signs of morning.
***
Chapter 14
A few hours later, my smartphone wakes me up with its musical ringtone. Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I fish the phone out of my jeans that are balled up near the bed.
“Hello?”
Regina’s voice chirps in my ear. “I have the most amazing news!”
After we returned from Glamour, she remained our manager. I’m glad, too, cause she’s an expert at this stuff. She knows how to wheel and deal with the best of t
hem, and I’m sure her fairy DNA has something to do with her charming nature. Excitement makes me wide awake.
“What’s up?” I ask, as Noah turns and yawns beside me.
“Gemini Records just called!” Her enthusiasm practically bubbles through the phone. “They want to buy out your contract with Domino Inc. No Mercy is about to land its first major record deal.”
“Oh my god!”
After I scream, Noah peels open an eye and stares at me. “This better be really good.”
“Gemini Records wants to sign us,” I tell him.
He springs up and his eyes widen. “You’re serious?”
I nod as Regina chirps on, giving me more details. “Go get Rita and meet me at my place. I’ll tell you the rest there. Then we’re going out to par-tay.”
“Sounds great.” Before she can hang up, I remember one more thing. “Oh, and we need to find a new lead guitarist. Got any hot new talent we can audition?”
She giggles. “I’ve got a few ideas.”
Then she hangs up and I fill Noah in. For the last two years, we’ve been signed to a major independent label known as Domino Inc. They’ve been great to us, and we’ve done pretty awesome with them. These days, we were a bit cautious about signing to a major label, with the way the record industry has gone, and how many bands in the past got screwed out of royalties by bad record contracts and execs that couldn’t care less about them. But Gemini is known as an innovative industry leader any band would kill to sign with. They nurture their talent, which is almost unheard of now, and they offer fair contracts. We know some bands who have signed with them that are doing wonderful and are happy with Gemini’s treatment.
We get out of bed, hop into a quick shower for a quickie, then get dressed and head to Rita’s.
As we’re climbing in the car, Noah’s face clouds with a serious expression. “We’ll need to tell Adam about this.”
I shrug. “Sure. No big deal. He can’t mind us signing a major deal.”
Since we returned from Glamour, Adam has been watching over us. That’s what the Glamour leaders call it anyway. He makes sure we don’t reveal our true nature to humankind and reports back to Glamour about us.
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