Page 21 of Bound and Beguiled

A dark, satisfied smile stretched her lips. “It would ruin his whole day if you showed up to the ceremony and renounced every lie and broken oath in front of everyone, don’t you think?”

I paled, the idea of going back filling me with dread.

“Not alone,” Kynan rumbled.

“Of course not,” huffed Emyr. “We’re not letting you out of our sight.”

“And if the asshole—or anyone else—so much as looks at you the wrong way, we’ll kill them!” Mared chirped, dimples flashing in her round cheeks.

I chewed my lip, thoughts tumbling. I’d been so focused on getting free. Did I care about Franklin being punished? Because if I did this, he would be. He’d lose everything that was important to him.

Godsdamnit, yes. I wanted him to suffer. He’d earned it. I’d be cast out as well, but that wasn’t any kind of loss. Katarina would stand by me. And so would they. I looked at the four fae, and a smile spread over my face. “Nowthatis a plan I can get behind.”

Chapter Eleven

Mared bounced. In so many places. Hnngh. “One week, and then it’s vengeance time!” She gave a little shimmy, then pouted at Efa. “Can we play now?”

“Patience, Babygirl,” Efa murmured, giving her lip a pinch. “What happens now is up to you, Tereza. Kynan and I can go downstairs, give the three of you some time. Or we can all go, if you want to be alone.” Her voice gained a velvety softness. “Or we can stay. ‘Play’ is optional. But, Reza,” she said, lifting my fingers to her mouth for a brief kiss, “don’t doubt that it’s desired. I want you. And there is no chance of dissatisfaction, no matter what you decide.”

The embers of my earlier desire flared up, her words hitting them like dry tinder. Sharp inhales told me it didn’t go unnoticed, but no one moved. “I want you to stay. All of you.” I curled my toes, anxiously. “And I want to...play.” I darted a glance at Kynan, shivering as I pictured Emyr kneeling at his feet. Pictured myself there too. The gods knew why, but just the idea left me breathless with want.

“How hard do you want to play, little Mouse?” Kynan breathed the words against my ear. He moved his hand to my leg, fingertips denting the soft flesh of my inner thigh.

“I...don’t know,” I replied haltingly as my breath sped up. “How hard was last night?” I asked, looking between Mared and Emyr.

Emyr tilted his head. “Light to medium, probably. Bit of power play with the sex...and some scratching and biting that I really should have asked permission for.” He ducked his head. “I’m sorry for that.”

I cupped his cheek. “I don’t think I’d have said yes if you had.” I held him firm when he tried to look away. “And that would’ve been a shame, because I liked it. A lot.”

Relief flowed through his liquid black eyes. “I’m glad. I did too,” he chuckled, and the bite mark on my shoulder throbbed. “I’m still sorry, though.”

Efa and Kynan shared a look, and she nodded. “Can we trust you to tell us if you don’t like something, Reza?” She held up a finger when I automatically opened my mouth to say yes. “Think about last night. Could you have said stop? Not everyone can, when things get intense. There’s no shame in it.”

“Yes,” I answered, honestly.

Kynan’s fingers tightened on my thigh before sliding upwards. His velvety fingers closed around my neck, his breath hot against my ear as he rasped, “I want to see you bound in Efa’s ropes while I punish my Pet for bleeding you without permission and selfishly keeping you to himself last night.” I could barely hear Emyr’s whimper over my thundering heart. “I want you on your knees. I want to see your ass pink from my hand while Emyr fucks it. I want to see you drowning between Mared’s sweet thighs. But I don’t want you to come. Not until Efa gives you permission.”

Oh, gods. My pussy was so wet,Icould smell how turned on I was. But...”I don’t think I want to be hit.”

Kynan’s finger pressed against my jaw, and I turned my head obediently. He kissed me, deeply, his hand around my neck holding me in place as he devoured me. “Good girl,” he murmured against my lips.

“Come with us,” Mared said, standing and offering her hand. Emyr was beside her, breathing heavily. “We have some prep to do.”

∞∞∞

Rope slid over my body, slow and slightly rough.Wrap. My mind quieted.Tug. My breath caught.

Efa brushed her fingertips across my ribs, and I shivered. My shoulders stretched as she bound my arms behind my back, hands to elbows, and I arched. The sensation of the wraps slowly tightening as she wove a complex column along my spine had my eyes fluttering closed, my head lolling on my neck.

“Beautiful,” Efa murmured, and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. One of her hands spread across my chest, while the other gripped the rope crisscrossing my ribs and used it as a handle to pull me against her lean, fur covered body. “Tell her how lovely she is, Babygirl.”

“Fngkng grrgss,” Mared moaned, the words mangled by the gag Efa’d made from the crotch of my sweats. Her eyes were stretched wide as she looked up at me from her prone position on the floor, and her beautiful body quivered as she arched and squirmed from Efa’s invisible caresses. Her punishment was to watch, but not touch, or taste, or come.

I knelt by her head, nude except for the rope harness binding my arms. I’d expected to feel weak, being tied up. Vulnerable. But every sensual pass of the rope was accompanied by reverent whispers and kisses as Efa praised my body, my strength, my responsiveness. I felt powerful. Secure. Desirable, truly and without question, for the first time in my life.

A wicked idea sparked. I shuffled forward, spreading my knees, and hovered my wet sex over Mared’s face. She strained, desperate sounds escaping as her tongue pushed against the gag.

“Naughty,” Efa chuckled. Her clever fingers dipped between my legs, spreading my juices and playing over my clit with the skill of a pianist. My thighs trembled, but Efa caught me, and I panted as I watched her paint my wetness on the cotton gagging Mared.

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