Page 63 of By the Fae

“Are you—Are you touching yourself?” Goldie gasped.

“Mmm,” I replied, realising at that moment, my fingers had slipped under the elastic of my knickers and were gently rubbing away the stinging desperation.

Another groan. “Fuck, Holly. I’m about to go off. Can I come in your mouth?”

“Mmm,” I said again, not breaking the rhythm because I’d finally done it, and really, it didn’t even take me that long. Which was more disappointing than I’d thought it would be. I could have watched him for hours. Twitching, and helpless, and completely under my command.

And then Goldie was lifting his ass off the bed and emptying himself into the back of my throat. I stopped circling my clit to gaze at his face as his mouth opened to release his cry. His muscles contracted all at once, the ties cutting into his wrists as he strained against them. He went boneless under me. I let him go and swallowed, surprised it had all felt so natural.

“Did you come?” he asked.

“No, I was too busy watch—”

Before I had finished my sentence, Goldie slipped his hands out of their — apparently inadequate — bindings, pushed the blindfold off and slid down the bed, so that his head rested where his belly button had been moments ago. He grabbed my thighs and pulled them both towards himself, and apart. The crotch of my knickers hit him square in the mouth, and I was shunted forward at such a force I had to grab onto the headboard to stop my face from crashing into it.

“Be a dear, and scootch your gusset aside,” he said, somewhat muffled.

“Like this?” I pulled the middle of my pants over to one side, trapping the fabric between his flawless cheek and the hollow beside my sex.

“This fucking pussy.” The vibrations from his lips set fireworks skittering across my clit before he took the little ball of nerve endings into his mouth and sucked hard.

I screamed. Actually screamed. And took the headboard again with both hands to steady myself. I writhed against his face, partly worrying about suffocating him, and partly trying to remember my own name, because, Gods, he was good at this. Of course he was, he’d probably done it a crillion times. Yet, I couldn’t help but think, feel, all this was just for me. Like there he was, worshiping me, as though he’d been waiting to do so since the dawning of time. Like he’d been training for this exact moment.

Goldie’s hands pinned my thighs open to the precise position, his thumbs digging deep into the soft inner flesh. Straddling a pain-pleasure line I never knew existed within me. Even if I wanted to move away from him, it physically would not have been possible to overpower Goldie. That thought alone sent a very confusing zap to meet his tongue, shoving me closer to climax. My sex clenched, begging me to fill it with some, any, part of him.

He ate me. Was devouring me. And I was wrecked. How had I never experienced anything this good before? This intense? I was breaking already. My thighs trembling uncontrollably. My arm covered in my own bite marks. My knuckles white on the metal rail.

“Goldie. Goldie.” His name ripped from my lungs. My body overcome. My orgasm tore through me, wracking every muscle and every nerve. His muffled groans barely reaching my ears over the sheer white-out pleasure. I hung my head, opened my eyes and there he was, looking up at me. The possessiveness in those emerald eyes had me curling up in another wave of release.

A second orgasm more powerful than the first. Blurring the lines between the mortal and immortal realms. Nothing mattered but this blazing intensity, almost too violent to be pleasurable. And him. The pleasure master. And those dominating green eyes staring at me, screamingmine.

After the last aftershock waned, I crumpled to the bed, replicating the position I’d been locked into moments ago, as though the orgasm was so powerful it had seized all my joints. I felt Goldie extricating himself, coming up to lie beside my smoking carcass.

He kicked his trousers and pants off. “It really is a shame you insisted on a no kissing rule.”

I pulled my eyes up to his.

“I need you to understand how fucking sweet you taste.” Goldie dragged his tongue around his lips, licking off the last traces of me.

I let my head drop back to the bed, my belly already cramping with renewed want.

Chapter 21.

Goldie

It was Mal’s turn to cook. Mal’s Motley Meals had come around again, but the main man was conspicuously absent. Dima stepped in and ordered pizza for everyone. Two vegan 14 inchers for Taur, margherita for Sugar Paste, quattro formaggi for me, and super-spicy chicken for Holly. A surprising choice, yet it somehow suited her. She seemed full of these little titbits, just waiting to be discovered.

No, stop it you numpty. Stop discovering things about her.

“Mal said,‘tell Goldie and that tiny bespectacled human of his, I have a new client’,” said Sugar Paste, her eyebrows somewhere around her hairline. She blew on her margherita.

“Bullshit!” I said. “No offence, Taur.”

Taur shrugged a shoulder in anone takenway.

“Since when has Mal had any new clients? He’s lying. He hasn’t taken anyone new on in decades.”

“What does he do?” Holly asked, pizza slice poised at her lips.

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