Page 59 of A Court of Sugar and Spice
“I have never seen anything as beautiful as you, tonight,” he says softly. He sucks on the peppermint stick again, swirling his tongue around its shaft. Then he shows me the keen point of the candy and presses it to his finger. A dot of scarlet blood emerges.
“I’m going to use this peppermint stick to make you come,” he whispers. “I’m going to put it on your pretty clit.”
“No, no, please no,” I whine, pressing my thighs together.
“Don’t you trust me, darling?” His lashes lower, hooding his eyes. “Spread your thighs and hold very, very still.”
I shake my head, keeping my legs pinned together.
With a sigh he conjures more of the licorice ropes, which snake between my legs and loop around my thighs, pulling them apart, spreading me open to him.
A breathless whimper escapes me as he kneels, his face level with my pussy, and touches that sticky, pointed end to my clit.
It’s a pinprick of sensation. A dot of scintillating awareness.
I hold my breath.
Again he touches, this time on a different part of that tiny nub of tender flesh.
And then he jiggles my clit lightly, with the tip of the peppermint stick.
A sharp thrill races through my stomach, and I gasp. “Oh…”
Another delicate touch, a prick that’s nearly pain but not quite.
I sob, my body rigid with the effort of holding still.
“I can hardly bear to do this,” Fin says thickly. “It’s all I can do not to toss this aside and taste you again. You smell divine, sugar.”
He looks up, into my eyes—not the predator this time, but a torturer, mischievous and mad, and entirely obsessed with me.
“I like you kneeling there,” I whisper.
Fin chuckles. “Don’t make me laugh, dearest. I need a steady hand for this.”
Dearest…
He hasn’t called me that before.
It doesn’t mean anything.
We’re just playing, he and I. Amusing ourselves, taking advantage of the strange fate that has brought us together. At the end of it all, we’ll separate, and I’ll return to my own world. I will never see him again.
He’s stroking my clit delicately with the tip of the candy, its stickiness tugging at the tender skin. I can barely think beyond the wriggling lines of pleasure expanding from that spot—my stomach and thighs are tensing, my insides tightening.
“It’s coming,” I breathe. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, keep doing that, please, please, I’m begging you—Fin, Fin—ah—”
His warm breath fans across my sex as he traces the same path, over and over, keeping the rhythm and pressure precise—until a lightning crack of ecstasy snakes through my clit, quaking through me in a storm of soaking release.
The Sugarplum Faerie drops the peppermint and grasps my thighs, leaning in to savor my wetness, licking me through the ebbing pleasure. When he’s done, he vanishes my ropes, and I collapse onto the soft white-wool cape he spread beneath me.
I lie there, boneless and blissful.
Finias crawls over to me, pressing a palm to my cheek. “Open for me, little prey,” he says, and I let my lips part for him.
“You exquisite creature,” he breathes, stroking his rigid shaft. He’s panting, his eyes raking over my whole body until they finally meet mine, and when they do, I smile at him, openmouthed, putting out my tongue. His eyes widen with startled joy, and he groans faintly, lines of his cum painting my tongue and lips.
This time he tastes like strawberries and the frothiest sweet cream. I take every drop he gives me and suck the tip of his cock to extract the last delicious bit of his release.
