Chapter 15 #2
“Yes, but you liked that, remember?” Tearing my gaze away, I meet her fearful eyes.
“I seem to recall you coming quite loudly after I put the whip down. Or have you forgotten already?” The crimson on her cheeks tells me she hasn’t, but I keep pushing.
“How you rocked your hips for me? How you moaned?” I chuckle breathily. “Dirty little thing.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tries to turn away, but I catch her chin. Tipping it towards me, I draw closer until we’re breaths apart.
“Shall I do it again?”
Her jaw tenses.
“Shall I throw you over my shoulder, carry you out of here in that flimsy slip of a gown you claim to love so much, and take you back to the stables so I can tie you up and whip you?”
My grin widens as she swallows.
“No?” I ask mockingly.
She shakes her head.
“You leave me no choice then,” I sigh, dropping my hands to her hips. “I’ll just have to punish you here.”
“What—” I scoop her up before she can argue. Twisting her body, I drop her over the armrest. She lands, bent over with a surprised squeak.
One of my hands slaps her arse while the other keeps her bent over the chair. “Stay just like that, my darling, and maybe I’ll let you come after.” She gasps as I flip her skirt up.
Fuck. I can’t hide my grin. “You dirty girl.” Just as I hoped, her rosy arse is bare for me. When we get home, I’m burning all the underwear I bought for her so she’s permanently ready like this.
My cock aches as I slide my hand over the curve. “Does it still hurt?” I squeeze, and she whimpers.
“Yes,” she rasps.
“Good,” I chuckle. Loosening my belt, I pull out my cock and fist it once in my hand. “Makes this all the more enjoyable for you then, little pain monster.”
“I am not—” Her words dissolve to moans when I spank her rear. I’m not doing it with my full-strength, just enough to make her feel a sting. She’s still sore, but I can tell from her moans she doesn’t want me to be gentle.
When I slap her again, she yelps. On the third strike, she arches her back, moaning.
“I fear you’re enjoying this too much, darling.” I squeeze her hips.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
My lips twitch. “This is supposed to be a punishment.”
“Then punish me,” she snarls.
I laugh darkly enough that her back shudders. “You’re going to regret asking me that.”
“Wait—” I cut her off by slapping her rear. Hard. She whimpers needily.
Before she can compose herself, I line up my cock with her pulsing entrance.
“Tauren, wait,” her moans turn to panic, “I’ve never—”
“Shhh.” My finger runs down the base of her spine to her entrance, teasing her. “I’m not going to fuck you here.” As much as my throbbing cock might want to.
I wasn’t sure before, but the clues were always there. The hesitance in her gaze when I pushed my hand up her skirt the first time. The shyness in her moans when she fell apart in the stable. My dirty princess really is a virgin. And, fuck, do I feel the need to remedy that.
But not right now.
Now, I’m going to give her exactly what she doesn’t know she needs.
Nudging her entrance with my cock, I lean over and whisper compulsion into her ear. “You will not come until I give you permission.”
She moans in protest, but I know my magic sticks. Her sex throbs so desperately around my tip, I hiss out a breath to steady myself.
Lowering my voice, I grip her hips tightly.
“I’m going to spank you five more times with my cock pressing against you, and then I’m going to fix your skirt and invite the faeries back in so you can try on more dresses.
” Her breath catches. “Any more brattiness and I’ll invite them back in early so they can watch your bare arse take five more. ”
She shudders, but keeps quiet.
“Good girl,” I purr. She’s learning…
I spank her four more times until she’s a puddle of need. On the fifth hit, her sex clenches around my tip, but she doesn’t come. My magic won’t let her.
I can tell by the frustration in her moans that she’s not happy about that at all.
“Please, Tauren,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. Please, can you let me finish? I need—”
“You need to learn to behave, Dahlia,” I chuckle. “That is all you need.”
She snarls into the seat of the armchair.
It’s torture, but somehow I return my cock back inside my trousers and fix her creased skirt.
Cradling her body, I help her stand on shaking legs. Her face glistens with sweat, and she won’t meet my gaze.
“Submission looks beautiful on you.” I brush the hair from her face.
She looks as if she wants to hit me again, but folds her arms instead and lowers her lashes.
Satisfied, I grin. Fuck chasing after Elheart. Taming her is my new favourite obsession.
A knock echoes through the shop, and Dahlia flinches. Returning to my seat, I pull her into my lap and curl my arm around her waist, ignoring how much she tries to push me away.
“Enter,” I call to the door.
The peach double doors open. But it’s not Girabalt. Nor is it another blue-uniformed faerie.
Kennix stands in the entrance, his jaw tight, with a timid-looking Claren by his side.
My throat constricts. “What is it?”
“Elheart has sent a messenger to the castle,” Kennix says. His next words suck all the air from my chest. Even Dahlia stills. “He’s not alone.”