Page 53 of The Fae Menagerie
He met my gaze again, and his eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile. "Is that your way of telling me I'm stuck with you, mionblath?"
"Yes. Now get over here and tie me to the bed."
Doyle growled and grabbed me under the arms. He tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing and straddled me before I caught my breath.
Holy shit, we were doing this! This was usually the point when my cock decided playtime was over, but it had never been harder in my life.
"You will respect your prince."
This was the first time Doyle had acknowledged his title to me, and it turned me on even more.
"I give the orders around here," he continued.
"Okay?" I'd never seen him like this, with a feral glow in his green eyes. He grabbed my wrists and lifted them above my head. He bared his sharp teeth, making my heart beat faster and not in a bad way. Even though I knew I was supposed to fear the fae creature above me, I ached for him in a primal way I'd never experienced.
"Okay, what?" His whisper was sickeningly sweet, with a hint of malice.
"Okay, Your Highness?" My voice squeaked on the final syllable.
"Much better. Grab the rail."
Despite the barked orders, his soft smile reminded me he couldn't hurt me, and I'd asked for this, wanted this, so much.
He looped the silk tie around it and tied each of my wrists. "Let go."
I did, and the silk slid up my wrists to rest against the knuckles of my thumbs.
"Too tight?"
"No."
"Good."
He stripped me of my clothes. I did my best to help by lifting my ass off the bed, but the ties on my wrists kept me from helping and added to the anticipation. I was truly at his mercy.
He growled again as he patted the mattress, looking for the glass jar of salve. It must have bounced across the bed when he tossed me on it. He crawled off me to grab it, and I felt cold in his absence.
When he returned, he faced the opposite direction, with his gorgeous backside up in the air, displaying his beautiful, puckered hole.
"You will watch me prepare myself for you. Don't look away."
"Yes, Your Highness." How could I? His every movement mesmerized me. I'd always thought sex would be dirty and gross, but Doyle made it an art form.
He dipped long fingers into the salve and rubbed them together. Then, he brought them to his hole and worked himself open. My asshole clenched as I watched. I wanted those fingers inside me, not tonight, but soon. I wanted to experience everything with Doyle.
My cock bounced against my stomach, where it lay untouched beneath his balls. The slap of my cock in a puddle of precome must have reminded him of its existence. He brought his knees forward and crouched down, rubbing his balls along my length. The barest touch made me squint my eyes shut, trying to think of sad things.
"Fuck, Doyle, I'm not going to last."
"Yes, you will. I command you to wait for me."
His fingers hypnotized me once more, circling his hole and dipping inside, working the muscle open. My cock ached to take their place.
I still couldn't believe it. I'd never been this close to having sex before. I'd never wanted it like this. I couldn't explain the change, but Doyle was the only one I trusted with my body.
"Parker?"
"Yes?"
