Page 104 of Given to the Fae
‘I need...’
I whimper as he seems to understand, unlacing his breeches. He pushes into me in one hard thrust, not gently, not kindly. It’s exactly what my body craves.
My hips rise to meet the hard, rough snap of his. I squeal with every thrust, my back bowing when he twists my nipples and takes me even harder.
I drive my fist into my mouth to stop my loud noises, as pleasure sweeps over me like the storm did in Dead City, and I cry out loudly behind my hand.
He pulls my fingers away and uncovers my mouth. ‘No, you’ll give me every single whimper and cry, every moan and squeal. All of them are mine!’ he growls low.
His hand takes both my wrists and pins them above my head as he fucks me, his cock leaving me completely only to drive all the way back in each time. Over and over and over.
I don’t know how long he keeps up his relentless movements. I lose track of the number of times he brings me to pleasure, wrapped as I am in my haze of need. But his hand leaves my now numb arms and wraps around my throat, squeezing me just enough to bring my attention to him.
‘One more,’ he growls. ‘Come for me again.’
I whimper, shaking my head and he snarls, gripping my neck tighter, his other hand widening my legs and slapping the bud between them.
I squeal at the pain and suddenly I’m falling over the cliff once more, my channel fluttering around him. As soon as he feels it, he roars, thrusting into me a final time and releasing his seed deep. I feel him pulsing within me, and then he collapses on top of me, his fingers still around my throat.
I pant hard, my body boneless and exhausted, and my mind clearing.
And I burst into tears. Great sobs wrack my body, and I hope he’s asleep so that he doesn’t hear me.
I begged him.Him. The fae who’s been so cruel, who lied to me, and sent my only allies away, the evil cunt who’s going to sell me to the pits to die when he promised to grant me passage to the Light Realm.
I’ve let him mount me, rut me, seed me. I begged him to. And I loved every moment of it.
I cry harder and I realize his hands have moved under me. He holds me to him and I don’t fight him even though his comfort is as false as his promises.
‘I’m sorry,’ he whispers.
A light bursts behind my eyes and I sigh contentedly.
‘Why is my face wet?’ I ask.
‘You spilled water. It’s all right. Sleep, Bryn.’
I close my eyes, nuzzling into the warm body I can’t quite remember, but instinctively know won’t hurt me.
When I open my eyes.I’m in a bed and I blink up at a pair of dark eyes watching me. They’re familiar, but I can’t quite place them.
‘You’re a slave. Remember?’
‘Yes, my lord.’
‘Good. Get dressed. Have some water and eat everything on the plate on the table.’
‘Yes, my lord.’
Something niggles at me, deep in my mind, as I leave the bed and don the dress that’s on the chair. It’s something I need to remember, but it doesn’t come when I try to recall it, so I decide to ignore it in favor of the commands I’ve been given.
I frown as I take the plate and kneel on the floor, not sure why I’m feeling so adrift. I feel the master’s eyes on me, so I do as he’s told me, hoping he’s not going to get angry and try to hurt me because I don’t really want fate to punish him.
Why? I don’t know.
When I’m finished, he takes the plate from me.
‘We’re finished in Merediea. We leave for the pits soon.’
