Tempest in Disguise (Darkest Faerie Tale Series Book 1) (3 page)

Tension tightened her muscles. The two of them crossed a line the moment she took off her clothes and he spanked her—now she belonged to him. In this moment—he owned her. She forced herself to acquiesce to him and did as instructed, giving him an unobstructed view as she pulled her legs up.

“Very nice. Spread your pussy lips for me.”

Her sex clenched at his provocative demand. The lines of what they were doing crossed further blurring with one another. She released one knee, keeping her leg propped up and used her fingers to spread her nether lips apart. To be so accessible to anything he would do to her, almost too much to handle. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Eyes on me, Mya.”

With a start, she opened her eyes.

He scrubbed a hand over his jaw and Mya caught the hunger in his gaze when he looked down. Under his inspection, she licked her dry lips, waiting—anticipating. More wetness pooled between her thighs and heat bloomed in her cheeks. Could he tell?

“Massage your clit for me, but keep yourself open. I want to see every part of you.”

She inhaled deeply. Keeping herself spread for him to see, she used the index finger on her left hand to stroke her clitoris. Waves of pleasure stormed through her body. She rubbed the hood, teasing herself and indulged in the thrilling touch.

Her other half came roaring to life with a hungry vengeance and the game they played earlier jumped into the forefront of her mind, reminding her of the war inside of herself. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched him. He may think he possessed the upper hand, but by damn, she held all the cards.
It’s me he wants.
Engulf him in desire. He would rue the day he trespassed into her home and demanded her to submit to him.

Moaning and arching her hips, she gave him a clearer view of her wet and throbbing entrance. Pressing harder in circular motions, her orgasm began to swell.
You’ll never take my control.

“Stop,” he rasped in the dark.

“No,” Mya answered back with defiance. So damn close, she needed to finish. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Still exposed to him, she slipped a finger inside and angled her hips up.

A low growl radiated from his chest and she couldn’t stop the smirk on her face.
You’ll
g
ive in to me, so I can tie you down and whip you until you beg for
my
mercy
. Breathing hard, she asked, “What did you expect? I thought you wanted to play?”

Immediately, he hauled her off the bed and whirled her around. He pressed her down onto the mattress, bending her over.

A hard smack landed on her ass, stinging her skin and she yelled into the comforter.

Smack! Smack!

Those spanks seared her tender cheeks even further and she screamed out again, pleading for him to stop. Two more smacks. Her eyes welled with warm moisture and the flesh on her behind felt on fire, but damn it all, she loved it. She sucked in a huge gulp of air. Tears slid down her face.

He gently rubbed her burning ass. “You will do as I tell you to, Mya.”

She arched up into his palm to get more of his soothing touch—to calm the raw and fuming flesh. His tender caress became more than something to alleviate the pain, it turned into a comfort. A comfort and forgiveness he provided after the punishment to her defiance and she craved it. This danger, the lack of control and the pain spurred a hunger in her that she’d never experienced.

“Do you want more?” he asked in a low voice consumed with seduction and control.

Whimpering, she arched further into his palm, trying to relieve the pain while seeking consolation from him.

Smack! Smack!

Shit.
The stings shot from her skin through her entire body. That hadn’t been what she wanted, but desire raided every spot in her body and peaked at her hardened breasts. The biting pain turned into a wicked pleasure, only making her wetter. He made her more alive than anything else she experienced in her entire life and every time she thought she grasped the upper hand, his hand literally came crashing down on her rear end, putting her back in place.

Mya got in over her head with him. This was a game she never played before and her lack of skill would ensure he won. She wiped the tears from her face and finally answered his previous question, “Yes Sir, I want more, please.” If only he’d bury into her to the hilt and end this torturous suffering.

From behind, he reached around, sliding his hands between her body and the comforter. His thumbs and forefingers pinched her nipples as his warm body heat embraced her. Then, he flicked her tightened peaks.

Zips of pain rushed to her sex, aching for his attention too, and she suffocated her moan by pressing her face into the comforter. The new levels of awareness he brought her to, overwhelmed her. When she raised her head, his shaft pushed against the spread of her cheeks. The rough material of his jeans chaffed her raw rear end, but she still managed to get closer to him. Cool air met her skin as he pulled back.

Smack!
He spanked her again. “Stop trying to take control, Mya.”

Ugh.
Need drew her to higher depths of ecstasy. She bit her lower lip, teeth digging into the flesh, while she tried to suppress the ache inside. To keep from begging out loud again, and to keep her body from taking the upper hand.

“Keep up your insolence, Mya…” His dark voice rasped in her ear, “…And you will be punished further.”

In spite of the throbbing desire taunting her between the thighs, a shiver ran down her spine
.
Remember, he knows your name and he probably planned this
.
It’s a game.
Her lips hiked up into a sneer. “Then go ahead and punish me because you won’t win this one.”

He turned and walked out of the room.

What? That was his intention? To leave her wanting and needing for more like a wild animal—on the verge of an epic orgasm, completely unsatisfied after he spanked her into oblivion? He turned his back on her, a severe punishment indeed. She couldn’t let him go. He’d awoken something deep inside of her and her body ached for whatever he unleashed in her—it required he claim her.

Naked, she bounded down the stairs after him. “I’m sorry Sir.”

He stopped on the steps. His back faced her.

Damn it, why did she want this with him? Her Unseelie side demanded she indulge her craving and turn control over to him—completely. “Please come back up, Sir.”
No more games.

She turned around and went back to the bedroom, hoping he followed. Like a good little girl, Mya bent over the bed and waited for his return. Silence reared its ugly head and it seemed like hours passed by, ticking away on the clock, until she heard the creak on the subfloor. He came back and she exhaled in relief.

“You will submit to me fully?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She didn’t quite understand what was happening between them, but an overwhelming desire to please him overrode any other thoughts she held. She let go of everything, let go of herself, both of her crazy sides…to enjoy him.

“Present yourself to me again.”

She rolled over on the bed, careful not to put pressure on her sore bottom. Her breathing hitched as she spread her knees. He stood much closer this time, directly in front of her. An anxious vulnerability washed over her.

In the dark, she couldn’t make out all of his features, but the muscles in his strong square jaw, clenched. The scar along his ridge of his jaw stood out in bold contrast to the lines of his gorgeous face. How did he get it?

Seelie and Unseelies healed rapidly, they even had the magick to heal others. Their natural radiance kept their skin from being marked up. To have such a
defect
would affect the ability to mate with anyone of their race. The Aos sí only mated with those in their court to keep their bloodlines strong, so she wondered about his story or why he couldn’t be healed.

The mysterious and provocative man tilted his head, studying her. “Do you want me, Mya?” His hand rubbed over the scar on his chin and she realized he was asking if his blemish bothered her.

Her bottom lip trembled and she pulled it between her teeth. This man held total control over her and the situation. She didn’t bend over and get spanked by just anyone. Something about him drew her in though and she wanted the deeper attachment to him, barely able to stand it any longer—scar and all. “Yes, I want all of you Sir,” she answered in a rush.

Using his forefinger, he circled around her nether lips. His feather light touch teased her entrance.

Mya visibly quivered.

“Do you always give yourself over so willingly to men?” He cocked his rugged eyebrows.

How dare him to suggest she was so easy. A stinging heat seared her cheeks. She didn’t just sleep with anyone on whim. Yes, she caved to him in a moment of passion, but everything inside of her burned for him. It screamed and demanded her to submit to him. And who the hell was he to judge her? She held his eyes and jutted her chin. “No, I don’t give myself to men like this.” Truth. She couldn’t lie if she wanted to. “Only you, Sir.”

“Why me?” His finger caressed over her sensitive pearl, stroking gently.

Mya moaned from the pleasure nipping at her core. She raised her hips slightly, pressing her clit harder against his fingertip. “I could ask you the same question.” He drove her freaking wild. She felt like a rabid animal and he was the only one capable to tame her, but she couldn’t tell him, because she didn’t quite understand it herself.

CHAPTER TWO

C
ole knew Mya told the truth. It was physically impossible for an Aos sí to lie. However, that gave them a greater ability to confuse others with their words, sometimes talking in riddles in an attempt to mislead someone, more of an untruth. But her words were very straight forward. No, she didn’t give herself so willingly to other men—only him.

This one was a fighter though…and responsive to him. The evidence of her swollen pussy lips and dripping wet sex gave her away. Her clit protruded from its hood as he pinched it and Mya sucked in a breath.
Stunning.
Something so satisfying about using a woman’s body to unleash her passions and it brought his twisted dark side out to play. As a reward for her obedience to relinquish all control to him, he slid his finger inside her. “You will let me do whatever I want to you?”

At his question, her inner walls clenched around his finger. Apparently, she liked the idea of giving herself up to him. “Yes, Sir.” She angled her hips up, so his finger could penetrate her deeper, until his whole finger buried into her tight little channel, up to his knuckle.

Damn, he hadn’t anticipated any of this happening, not until the darkness inside of him rose to the challenge she presented. The Aos sí normally saw Cole as flawed, a monster with his scarred face, so he assumed Mya would be the same. However, her body responded to him immediately with a feral desire and the scent of her arousal permeated the air. He wanted to have her—possess every part of her, and his cock agreed. He added another finger and slid both deep inside her.

Mya moaned.

She looked gorgeous laying there. Her red hair cascaded over the comforter, as she kept herself open just for him—naturally submitting to him while he played with her. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

Her lips tilted to the side playfully. “Is that why you want to keep the lights off?” She recovered her question by adding, “Sir.”

“No.” Based on her experience so far, or lack thereof, he let her slide on breaking the rules and decided not to discipline her again so soon. He pushed his thumb into her entrance to get it wet, then pressed it against her clit.

“Then why keep them off?” she asked in breathless pants.

Cole loved hearing the sweet cadence of her voice and his cock twitched every time she opened her beautiful mouth. He pumped his fingers into her, distracting her while toying with her tight little pearl. He would not tell her that he kept the lights off because of his face. “Do you need to be punished? I shouldn’t have to remind you to call me Sir.”

Mya arched her back and she barely whispered, “Do you always evade questions, Sir?”

So feisty, this one
. She tried his patience—on purpose—and he would relish breaking her down, making her his. Of course, he couldn’t keep letting her disobedience go unnoticed any longer. He withdrew his fingers and slapped her pussy with his open palm, and not lightly.

Her hips jutted off the bed in response, as she whimpered, glaring at him in the moonlight. Her mouth gaped open in shock, but she didn’t dare say anything.

“I gave you two rules to follow. What were they?”

She moistened her lips with her lithe tongue. “Don’t speak unless answering a question and call you Sir.”

To reward her answer, he fed his fingers back into her wanting pussy and pumped them slowly…in and out of her. The way she responded to him reminded him of a flower, one out in the wild, beautiful, alone but thriving on her own, thirsting for water when it rained—thirsting to live. A precious wildflower caught in a storm, begging to be watered. If only she knew the storm she really was about to face.