Page 60 of Owned By the Fae
She squeals loudly, and I glance toward the door with a grimace.
Any more sounds like that, and we’ll be discovered.
I go to the tray on the floor nearby and grab the cloth napkin from it. I stuff it into her mouth to gag her, relishing her surprised expression.
‘Leave it there,’ I snarl.
She nods, making no move to dislodge it, and I go back to my place.
‘I’m going to begin properly now, and you’re going to take it. You’re going to take everything I give you until I’m finished. Do you understand?’
She gives me another nod, and I give her another hard smack on the other cheek. Her body quivers, her cry muffled by the rag in her mouth.
Satisfied that it’s doing its job, I put a hand on the small of her back to keep her where I want her in case she decides the pain is too much and tries to escape my palm.
‘Are you ready?’
Chapter Eight
Lia
He waits for my nod, and then his strikes begin properly. He doesn’t spare me. They’re powerful, and each one rocks me forward, making me squeal behind the cloth he’s shoved deep into my mouth. It hurts just as I wanted it to, and my tears flow freely, splashing onto the table that moves with the force of his smacks.
My arse is on fire, but he keeps going. I struggle under his hand, wondering how many he’s going to give me before he decides it’s enough. I’m sobbing now, and I want it to be over. My fingers gripping the sides of the table are numb, and I’m begging him to stop behind the gag.
But I don’t once regret asking for this.
I’m afraid I can’t take any more by the time he finally pauses and strokes a long, gentle caress down my back.
‘Two more,’ he murmurs finally, ‘and then you’ll get on your knees for me.’
The final two are the hardest, and I scream the loudest as his rock-hard palm strikes my raw skin.
And then he stops, and I take a proper, shuddering breath.
‘Now, Lia,’ he growls.
He wanted me on my knees, I remember.
I wipe my eyes so that I can see him and sink quickly to the floor before him, looking up at him as I try to make my sluggish mind understand what he wants.
But he doesn’t make me guess. His hand comes to my jaw and holds me there on my knees in front of him.
‘Did you think we were finished?’ he snarls, but he must see something in my eyes that he doesn’t like because his soften, and he caresses my face gently before he rips the gag out of my mouth, gives me a moment to swallow, and then grabs me by my hair and pulls me forward. He’s unlaced his breeches, I realize, and I come face to face with his cock. It’s thick and ridged and ... oddlybeautifulas it bobs in front of my eyes.
My eyes dart to his, and he gives me a questioning look.
‘Are you going to take me in your mouth?’ he asks. ‘Or, if you want this to be finished, tell me now.’
I don’t say anything. Instead, I lick my lips and open for him, and I see relief before the mask slams down again.
‘Good girl,’ he snarls.
He drives himself into me, making me take as much of him as I can all at once. I gag around him as he forces himself down my throat. Tears come to my eyes as I choke on his staff, my fingers digging into his thighs.
I can’t breathe, but as soon as I register that fact, he pulls out, and I suck in a deep breath. He pushes back in, and I feel his boot between my legs, urging them apart.
I wonder what he’s going to do next, thinking he might have me get up and go to the bed, but he doesn’t. He just takes my mouth roughly, using his grip in my hair to move my head to exactly where he wants it.
