Page 59 of By the Fae

“I’m warning you,” I whispered into the shell of her ear. I pulled away enough to look into her lust-clouded eyes. She knew I had something planned.

“Here, Goldie? In the twelfth-floor break room? We can’t. I can’t.” But her body was readying itself for me. Becoming pliant. Moulding to my whims.

Holly’s heavy breaths, the ticking of the clock overhead, and the whirring hum of the microwave were the only sounds to be heard. Her knickers were already soaked. I could scent them, scent her arousal. Blood rushed south, and my erection speared her in the stomach, eliciting a whimper from her.

“May I?” I said. My hand hovered at the side opening of her farmer-trousers. This time they were a khaki-green and made from a soft baggy cotton fabric.

Holly shot a nervous glance to the microwave, as though it displayed a countdown of the time we had left for this little game. Three minutes, thirty-eight seconds. Ages.

Then amazingly she nodded.

“Say it,” I said.

“Yes, Goldie. I . . . want it.”

I plunged my hand straight down into her underwear, lining the suction cup of the device right over her clit. I dug my other hand into my pocket and pressed the on switch.

Holly stumbled backwards, her back flush against the wall, and I stepped into the gap again, doing everything in my possession not to grind myself against her.

“What—Goldie, what is that?” she gasped, grabbing the front of my shirt for purchase. Her eyes fluttered between open and closed as though she couldn’t decide if she wanted to yield control.

“Right, let’s start again, shall we?” I whispered into her violet-scented hair. “What useful attributes does a human have?”

“It’s . . .” She slumped her forehead onto my shoulder and emitted a squeaky whine. “It’s love.”

I turned the device up. Holly cried out and dug her fingernails into my chest. I resisted the urge to add my own illicit groan.

“You want me to stop, baby girl?”

“No, no, please.”

“Tell me, then. Good human qualities.”

“It’s lo—”

I turned it up once more. She slapped a palm over her face, whether it was to stop herself from screaming or stop the pleasure from overwhelming her, and began bucking against me, squashing my fingers and the device to her sex.

“Oh, baby girl,” I said. My lips hovering above her temple. “There is nothing I like more than watching you fall apart beneath me.” She was already getting close. Balancing on the edge of an orgasm. Her fingers frantically rooting into my arms, my shoulders, my back. Her face contorted with agonised pleasure.

“Tell me one useful quality and I’ll let you come.”

Holly sucked in her bottom lip, bit down on it, and pushed it out again, wet, and shining and pink. Fuck this no kissing rule. I ground my cock against her and let out my frustrated growl. She folded into me more, as though it was exactly what she’d been waiting for.

“Tell me.”

I hated that I knew already, knew Holly’s body so well, that I had approximately eight seconds before she broke.

“It’s . . . It’s,” she whined, “It’s love.”

I switched the thing off.

“Goldie! You fu—Switch that back on,” she panted. “Now! I was just about to—” She really almost swore at me. The thought brought the biggest grin to my face.

“I know,” I said, removing my hand from my pocket and grabbing her hair behind her head, holding her mouth millimetres from mine. “Give me one useful attribute and I’ll let you finish.”

She seemed on the verge of tears, dragging lust filled eyes to mine. “Please.”

“Begging won’t help your cause.” Though it did make my cock throb. “Do you want me to punish you?”

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