Chapter 15
CADE
The blush on Faye’s cheeks as he undressed her made her eyes look even brighter. Cade couldn’t decide which he wanted to do first—kiss her or spank her.
“You might have told me about the wolf thing. I mean, I’m a paranormal, too.” She looked wounded, as if she’d considered them to be close enough to share secrets. It cheered him. Maybe she did care a little.
“I planned on telling you, I just hadn’t found the right moment yet.” He unbuttoned her jeans, sensing her trembling. He tugged her jeans and panties down and held the legs for her to step out. Her trembling increased.
“Are you freezing, Faye?” He bent his head and brushed his lips lightly across hers. “Get in the tub. I made it lukewarm, so it shouldn’t burn too badly.”
She took the hand he offered and stepped in, hissing when her feet hit the water, prancing as if it scalded her.
“I know, baby. You’re really cold. You were out there a long time.”
He let his eyes wander to her breasts, where the nipples stood out in hard points. She flushed again, her hands coming up to cover them.
“Don’t,” he murmured.
She sank into the water, easing her bottom in until she sat. Her gaze landed on his cock, which promptly stood up for the attention. She swallowed, dragging her eyes lower to his flippers.
“Maybe my magick didn’t work right on you because you’re a shifter,” she said, her voice sounding strangled.
He nodded. “Yeah, I thought of that.”
“You might have said something.” Her tone sounded hurt again.
She looked so vulnerable, so lost. He had intended to give her a severe scolding before he spanked her, but he found himself incapable of speaking harshly.
He returned to the entryway, where he’d dropped his satchel and pulled out his boxer briefs and jeans.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, he folded the flippers in half to fit them through the leg holes.
He expected Faye to mock them, but instead she watched, looking troubled.
“Cade? You were right last night. I really don’t know how to fix your feet. What if I never can?”
He zipped up his jeans and crouched beside the tub. “Faye, you have a lot of power. Your emotions made it rain in my living room and wilted my plants. You had magick powerful enough to transform my feet in the first place, so I know you can fix them.”
She studied him but did not answer.
“Why did you leave, Faye?”
Her eyes slid away from his, and she sank lower in the water. “I just needed space to think about how to fix my mistake,” she muttered in an obvious lie.
“Are you so afraid of me?”
The way her eyes shot to his face in surprise made him exhale a breath he did not realize he’d been holding.
“No… a little afraid,” she admitted.
He smiled. “A little afraid is okay. Then… was it so horrible?”
The muscle in her cheek jumped again. “No,” she said, her voice sounding choked with tears.
“Then, why?”
“Cade.” Her eyes filled with tears as her body sank lower in the water. She cupped her hands and dipped them into the water, splashing her face. “What is this place, anyway?” she asked.
He allowed her to change the topic. “It’s a fetish lodge. My cousin owns it.”
“What’s a fetish lodge?”
“It’s a place where people’s sexual fantasies can come true.”
“Kinda like adult Fantasy Island?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Is your cousin a shifter, too?”
“Yes. Bertram B. Wolfe.”
“As in the Big Bad Wolf? You guys aren’t too creative with your names, are you?”
He gave her a withering glance. “This from a fairy named Faye?”
“Touché.”
“Come on, fairy.” He stood. “You’ve soaked long enough.” He grabbed a towel and spread it wide for her. “Get out.”
He drank in the sight of her when she stood, her nubile body perfectly proportioned—the small, peach-tipped breasts perky, her hips curvy, and her legs long on her petite frame. His cock stood up again, pressing against his jeans.
He toweled her off, surprised when she stood docilely and allowed it.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked.
He turned her shoulders to face him. “Faye.” There was an ache in his chest. He wanted to tell her he cared about her, how frightened he’d been when he thought she was lost in the storm.
But he feared he’d been too pushy with her as it was.
She ran away, after all. This was not the time to tell her he wanted to mark her as his own and mate for life.
“You may not think so when I start spanking,” he quipped instead.
He dropped the towel and led her out of the bathroom.
“Go stand in the corner.” He swatted her ass.
“May I at least wear the towel? It’s too cold,” she whined.
“No towel, no clothes. You’re going to remain naked for the rest of the time we’re here. Don’t worry, I’m going to warm it up in here.” He arranged logs in the fireplace and crumpled newspaper to stuff underneath the grate.
“Even downstairs?” she asked from the corner.
He glanced up, smiling at the vision she made, her bottom facing out, ready for his discipline, her forehead resting on the place where the two walls met. “No, when you go downstairs, I will allow you to wear clothing, but you will not be permitted to leave the room without me.”
He lit the paper and the fire roared to life.
Dragging the loveseat over, he arranged it in front of the glowing flames.
He called room service and asked for a basic punishment kit, hot apple cider, and sandwiches to be sent up, then he returned to the bathroom, where he’d seen an ideal wooden hairbrush.
He brought it to the loveseat and sat down.
“Come here, Faye.”
She looked over her shoulder, her honey-colored waves sweeping across her bare back. “No, thank you.”
“Now, Faye.”
“Why are you so mean?” She turned and approached.
He grinned. “You see? I knew you’d change your mind about me.” He patted his knees. “If you cooperate, I might not have to use any of the implements that will soon be showing up in your punishment kit.”
FAYE
Faye shuddered, taking the hand Cade offered to help her over his lap.
Being fully naked over his clothed lap increased her sense of vulnerability and exposure, even though he’d had full view of her bare ass before.
She screwed up her eyes, holding her breath.
The flat of the wooden hairbrush connected with one of her cheeks with a crack.
“Ouch!”
Cade used the stupid brush with enthusiasm, peppering her squirming backside with smacks that made her gasp.
“Why did you run away, Faye?” he demanded, spanking at a rate far too rapid for her to catch her breath, much less answer him. “Hmm?”
“Stop it!”
He spanked even harder, striking the same place over and over again, right in the low middle, catching both her cheeks at the same time.
She moaned.
“Are you going to run away from me again?”
“No!”
“No, what?”
“No, Master! Please, Cade!”
He stopped and rested the brush against her bottom. “You’ve been a very naughty fairy.”
She waited, tensed for the spanking to renew.
“Haven’t you, Faye?”
“Yes, Master.”
He delivered another flurry of spanks, then stopped again. “Why did you leave?”
“I don’t know!”
He began spanking again, even harder. She howled, kicking her legs. “I don’t believe you. You left for a reason. You walked out into a blizzard.”
“No, please! I don’t know!”
He eased off the intensity but kept up his steady beat, drumming his authority into her throbbing bottom.
“Stop, Cade, please!”
“Say, ‘I’ll be a good girl’.”
“I’ll be a good girl!”
“Tell me you’ll never leave again.”
“I won’t, I promise!”
“Say it.”
“I’ll never leave you again.”
“Never, ever, Faye?”
She stilled, his words sinking in. I mate for life. Was he telling her something?
He stopped spanking, and a knock came at the door.
“It’s your punishment kit. Go stand in the corner again.” He lifted her to her feet.
“But they’ll see me!”
“I won’t let them see anything. You put your nose in the corner like a good girl.”
She whimpered at the slap he gave her ass and scurried to the corner, not to be obedient, but to make sure she was out of the sightline of the door.
“Hello, Signore Lupus, how wonderful to see you here again.”
“Thank you, Pino.”
“I brought up your food and the punishment kit you ordered.”
“Thank you. I’ll take it in, Pino.”
“Sir… you were just out in the storm?”
“Yes, it’s nasty out,” he said. She heard the impatience in his voice.
“One of Signore Wolfe’s special guests is out in it—missing. He is organizing a search party right now. You didn’t happen to see her, did you?”
“No. Where is Bertram now?” Cade asked sharply.
“In the stable.”
“Thank you, Pino.”
She heard the sound of the door closing.
“Faye, I need to help track another woman lost in the storm.” His tone was all business now. “Come here.”
She walked back over, eyeing the crate on the rolling cart with suspicion.
“Your punishment isn’t over, but you’re lucky. You get to take a break. Get up on the loveseat on your knees and elbows.”
She stared, confused. “What?”
“You heard me.” He lifted his hand as if to swat her again, and she jumped back and climbed on the loveseat as instructed.
The humiliation of the position made her cringe.
She knew she displayed not only her ass, but her pussy for his view.
She heard the plastic click of a lid and jumped when a cool gel landed on her anus.
She lurched forward in fear, but Cade caught her in his powerful grip and gave her bottom several hard smacks.
“I’m going to put a butt plug in you to remind you who you belong to while I’m gone.
You may not remove it. You may not put on any clothing or even wrap yourself in a towel or blanket.
When I return you will be bent over the side of the bed, showing me how well you kept your plug in. ”
“Cade…” she whimpered.
He slapped her bottom. “Do I need to give you a few strokes with the cane before I go?”
“No, Master!”
The cool tip of the stainless steel plug touched her back hole and she squeezed it shut.
“Open for it, Faye. Be a good girl and take your punishment.”
She whimpered but relaxed her sphincter. The moment she let go, he pressed the plug forward, stretching her wide with a burning at the entrance and an overwhelming sensation of fullness inside.
“Oh, Cade,” she moaned, then clamped her mouth shut, embarrassed at how wanton her voice had sounded.
“Good girl.” His voice sounded thick. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Eat the sandwich I ordered for you or call down for something else, but don’t leave this room until I come back, understand?”
“I understand,” she panted.
“You may stand now.”
Her legs shook from the punishment, and the plug in her ass turned her insides molten. Cade pulled off his jeans and briefs, and the sight of his manhood made her head swim. He glanced up when he’d finished yanking the second pant leg over his flipper and saw her staring.
“Faye, I’m sorry to leave you like this.” He opened his arms. She stepped into them, wondering what he had seen in her to offer his comfort. He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Be a good girl.”
“I will,” she mumbled.
“Open the door for me and leave the key card under the mat outside.” In a blur of movement, he dropped to all fours, the majestic silver wolf again.
She plunged a hand into the fur at his nape as she walked beside him. He gave her fingers a lick before trotting through the door she opened. She crouched down and jammed the key card under the mat, terrified someone would see her naked before she shut the door.
She stood, dazed. Her bottom throbbed. The hairbrush had delivered a real blistering and Cade had not gone easy on her. The plug inside pulsed in a different way—demanding some kind of release. She walked stiffly back into the room, every step jostling the plug and reminding her of her punishment.
Pan’s flute, Cade rocked her world.
She felt thoroughly changed—as if she could never go back to being Faye, the silly fairy trying to change hay into gold.
She never wanted to go back to that old self.
She wanted to be Cade’s slave forever—owned, governed, punished, and pleasured.
And what had he made her promise? That she’d never, ever leave him? Did he want to keep her too?
She pushed the rolling cart over to the loveseat and sat gingerly, gasping at the sensation of the plug being pushed deeper.
Once she sat, it was fine, so long as she didn’t move.
She opened the covered dishes and picked up a sandwich, her stomach growling in anticipation.
It was her favorite—turkey, bacon, avocado.
They had similar tastes in food—that boded well, didn’t it?
She gave her head a shake. She shouldn’t be wasting every thought on whether she’d be Cade’s girlfriend.
She needed to keep her head straight and figure out how to change his feet back before she spread her thighs and begged him to take her.
She ate every bite of sandwich and french fries and sipped the hot cider, but eating did not take the edge off.
She needed release. She stood up, gasping at the jostle of the plug inside her.
She walked to the bathroom and stood before the full length mirror.
Turning around, she craned her neck to see her butt.
Her cheeks were still red from the hair-brushing, and the stainless steel plug looked beautiful in the middle of her butt.
A punctuation mark to her punishment. She reached around and touched the round base.
Grasping it, she moved it inside her, causing her knees to go weak.
Pan, God of Nature, how will I get through this?
She walked to the bed and climbed up on it, lying on her belly with her fingers between her legs.
Her pussy had never been so wet. Sliding her fingers up and down her slick folds, she teased her clit, pumping her hips.
Every time she squeezed her ass, the plug shocked her with its intrusion.
She began to hump her hand with more excitement, desperate for release.
The orgasm swept through her in a rippling tide, her legs convulsing as her pelvic floor tightened.
She lay panting, exhausted, yet not unwound. She wanted more. She wanted it again, and she had a sneaking suspicion she craved the real thing—sex with a capital S-E-X.
With Cade Lupis.
But that would mean losing her power to change Cade’s feet back. And then he’d never forgive her.