Page 9 of Prey It Ain't So

“That would be wonderful.”

As they work together, Felix and I continue to lock eyes. His expression is patronizing, but not mean. I know he’s trying to rile me up, and that’s soIdecide that we all won’t be going to bed early. If he gets me to demand it, then he isn’t the one giving in to the undisciplined lusty behavior. I know exactly what my control freak tiger is hoping to achieve.

Unfortunately for him, I’m stubborn as fuck, and there’s no way I’m letting him claim victory this time.

“What did I say, Princess?”

My eyes flutter closed as I strain against the cuffs holding me to the headboard. I’m trying not to disobey, but after the sexy sniping during dessert and theten minuteshe left me tied up alone? It’s not exactly easy. My skin is on fire and with my ankles bound as well, I can’t even rub my thighs together for relief. I’d glare at Felix defiantly, but I’m flat on my stomach facing away from where I sense him in the doorway.

That motherfucker won, of course, and claimed me as his prize for tonight, but he hasn’t laid a finger on me since he locked me down.

“You said I had to behave, Sir,” I grit out as I wiggle a bit against the comforter. Anything would be welcome at the moment; I’ve been panting through the fury and arousal of his ‘victory’ treat for way too long. “And I am.”

A loud crack splits the silence as leather hits my ass and I have to bite my lip to hold back the shriek. Whatever that was hurt, but not so much that it wasn’t also… pleasurable. More wetness escapes my clenching pussy as the sting radiates from my left cheek, and I growl softly. Felix has spanked me before, and despite the recently unearthed memory of being violated by Abel, I assured him that I was okay to play rougher tonight. He went over our boundaries—as always—before he chained me in place with these extremely well-made lined cuffs and I agreed that light punishment was kosher.

I just didn’t expect him to yeet out of the room and leave me wanting for an extended time while my body and brain sent me into overdrive. Another smack on the right side brings me back to focus and I whimper as the matching marks make me arch my lower back in need. I know he doesn’t believe me simply because he used his toy again, and that makes me conflicted about whether I should be truthful this time or get more swats.

What can I say? I like it rough when I consent to it, and Felix is the best Dom in the house.

“You’re not. paying. attention!” He growls as he alternates between both of my ass cheeks with every word. “Focus on me, Princess, or we’ll be up all night, and you’ll never get what you want.”

“I… I…” Blowing out a slow, steady breath to calm my raging libido, I pause so I can speak. “I’m sorry; I’m focusing now.”

“Sorry what?” he asks as he runs the soft leather up the inside of my leg slowly. Felix stops shy of where I need the most attention and I make a frustrated sound that gets a deep chuckle out of him.

I swallow hard, then murmur breathily, “I’m sorry,Sir.”

“Much better,” he practically purrs as the toy creeps a wee bit higher. “Now, tell me the truth. Were you being a bad little bunny or not?”

“Mmmm… I… um. I was. I moved too much, trying to get relief. I’m sorry.”

The admission actually feels good and I have no idea why. I enjoy irritating and fighting Felix most of the time, but right now? My eyes close and my entire body relaxes as I do what heasked. It’s like I’ve completely lost all the tension and all I can feel is the hot pain and tingles from the swats while the rest of my frame is filling with warm, liquid desire.

Damn, he’s fucking good at this shit.

“I’ll bet you were. You’re used to having so many hands and dicks and tongues that you get to come over and over whenever you want. This deprivation has to be driving you crazy.” I feel the bed dip, and within seconds, he’s close enough for me to feel his breath on me. “Let’s see just how needy you are after being denied, shall we?”

Whimpering again as he stays away from me, I have to bite the comforter to keep from shuddering when the featherlight touch of the leather brushes between my legs. I let go of it when it withdraws, panting softly. “Very needy, Sir.”

The low moan he lets out tells me that I’m right. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, even when it’s not first hand. Do you know how beautiful you look like this?”

Shaking my head slightly, I rasp, “No, sir. But I want to look good for you—always.”

“Oh, this is a fucking dream come true, my feisty little rabbit.” His scent fills the air as he leans over my back, careful not to touch me as he murmurs, “I love to hunt you, but I like this even more. Seeing you captive, by choice, and responding to my every whim like a good girl?Thatis making my tiger want to burst free to take you himself.”

My eyes widen. Aubrey mentioned something like this, but none of the others have expressed a desire to shift while we’re having sex. I believe my dragon when he says they probably all have that kink, and my bunny has her own thoughts. But it feels sodangerously taboo that I don’t quite know how to parse it. “Is… Is that what you want?”

“At some point, Princess, but not tonight.” Felix moves away, and losing the warmth emanating from his body makes me pout. I want him to touch me; Ineedhim to touch me. But the point of this is letting him control the narrative, so I have to stay in this malleable state. “Raise your hips off of the bed and put that delicious ass in the air.”

Oh, now we’re talking—fuck yeah.

I wiggle until I get enough leverage to do so despite my bonds, balancing on my knees and chest for him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Your skin looks gorgeous with my marks on it,” he says as he brushes a palm over the places he struck. “Would you like more?”

“Yesssss… Yes, pleaseeee, Sir,” I hiss as I struggle not to push into his touch eagerly. I know he wants me to stay still unless told, and if I don’t do what he says, he’ll start at the beginning. Felix is nothing if not thorough—both inside and outside of the bedroom. “I want that.”

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs before a sharp smack hits my wet lips and I jerk forward against my cuffs with a moan. “Look at that… so responsive. My crop iscoveredin your juices now.”

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