Page 16 of Hell Fae Warden
“Would you fuck her after I tied her up?” I wondered aloud. “If I wanted to watch?”
He grinned against my mouth. “Are you asking for my limits where she’s concerned, little prince?”
“Yes.”
“Consider me limitless, then. Because I would do anything you ask of me.”
“Including not leaving her alone to rot?” I asked, my eyes finding his.
“Including ensuring she’s healthy and fine, even if she’s locked up in a cage far away,” he replied, the words a breath against my lips. “Azazel won’t hurt her. He knows it’ll hurt you. And hurting you hurts me.”
I nodded, my mouth brushing his with the movement. “I don’t think she’s our culprit, my king.”
“Yes, you’ve made your opinion clear.” His fingers drifted upward into my hair. “So share your fantasy with me, little prince. Tell me how you would tie her up. Give me every detail. And then tell me what you would want me to do to her while you watch.”
My cock ached at his words, my groin pressing into him. “Yes, my king,” I whispered, easily giving in to his request. “I would start by removing her clothes. Slowly. Ensuring she feels every fiber glide against her soft skin, preparing her senses for what’s to come.”
Ty’s palms traced my arms, sliding up to the collar of my robe and down to the sash. “Like this?” he asked, demonstrating my words by gently pushing open the material and drawing it down my shoulders and biceps, revealing my skin inch by inch.
I swallowed. “Yes, like that. And I would kiss her throat, lightly, and graze my teeth along her collarbone.”
Ty followed my words with his mouth, making it hard for me to concentrate. Especially as he revealed my lower half, thus allowing my cock to kiss the air before feeling the texture of his own gown.
It all made me so sensitive.
Just like I would do to Cami.
“Her nipples would be hard little peaks, begging for our mouths. But we wouldn’t give her what she needs. We’d tease her instead.”
“Hmm,” Ty hummed, his fingers tracing a path down my abdomen to the top of my groin. “I like teasing.”
“I know.” I grabbed his shoulders to hold on to him, my veins lighting up with exquisite need. “That’s why I would ask you to pick the rope. Your choice would tell me how you want me to tie her up.”
“You wouldn’t decide?” He sounded surprised.
“I want her tied up in a thousand different ways,” I admitted. “So for our first time, I would let you lead. Because making you want her would only turn me on more.”
He drew back to stare into my eyes, his own giving nothing away. “You really want to share her.”
“With you, yes.”
“What about Azazel and Ajax?”
“I wouldn’t say no to watching them fuck her, too,” I replied. “Shall I bring them into the fantasy or leave it as just us?”
He considered me for a long moment. “Just us for now.”
I smiled, then hissed as his palm skimmed my shaft.
“Keep going,” he demanded. “And I choose the red silk. I agree it would complement her skin.”
Fuck. I was ready to explode, and we hadn’t even really begun yet. But he was indulging me, and I refused to waste this opportunity by coming too quickly.
Blowing out a breath, I returned to my fantasy and said, “I would ask you to stand behind her and pull her arms backward to clasp against her lower back.”
He demonstrated with my arms, moving around me to press his chest to my shoulder blades, his lips at my ear. “And then?”
“And then I would introduce her to the silky texture with light strokes against her skin, preparing her for more…”
