Page 25 of A Dance with the Fae (Mistress of Magic #1)

It was like being underwater, but without fear of drowning.

Faye’s eyes fluttered closed, and she was subsumed by the kiss, pulled under into tumultuous waves. She felt as though she was dissolving into Finn, and he into her, as they kissed deeper, and the sky rolled back into indigo nothingness above them.

Dimly she was aware of them walking away from the dancefloor, but they were both already somewhere else. They were something else other than what they had been separately: combined, even in a kiss, they had begun to merge and both felt the fierce pull of elemental power.

The music quietened, and Faye’s eyes cleared a little as she climbed the golden stairs up again to the room with the balcony where they had started.

She had no sense of time, or how much had passed while she had been in the faerie world.

But she didn’t care. The occasional flashes of her real, human life seemed like trivial memories.

Compared to Finn, compared to the strange music that inhabited her blood, it was that life that seemed a dream now.

He led her down a corridor and into a bedroom. Faye followed, her hand in his. To refuse now felt like madness.

The dreams she’d had, the dreams where Finn Beatha had played games with her, pleasured her, raised her ecstasy to levels she had never known before, and then refused to satiate her – those dreams had been intensely erotic.

But being here in the faerie realm itself, where Finn commanded ultimate power, was another thing entirely. If she had felt enchanted before, that was nothing compared to the complete abandonment she felt now.

In the centre of the room, a golden four-poster bed was covered in green and blue silk and velvet coverings; the walls of the room were decorated with the spirals and carvings that were everywhere in the castle.

One whole wall was glass, and looked out over a waterfall outside the castle.

Faye was so deep inside faerie now that the pull of the human world was very weak.

She was heedless of the danger she was in; the link to her old life was fragile now, and it would take very little to sever altogether.

Finn pulled her unceremoniously to the bed and she obeyed.

He kissed her again, deeply, and Faye felt the full power of the faerie realm close over her like a cloak of soft seawater. She pulled back from the kiss and gasped as she felt the strangeness come over her, but when Finn kissed her again, she dived gratefully into it.

‘Now, you will obey me, won’t you, sweet one?’ he demanded, pulling away from the kiss.

His lips found her neck, and she moaned in pleasure.

‘Yes,’ she breathed.

‘Do you remember what to call me?’ he asked, as his hand caressed her breast through her clothes. The sensation of his touch on her was like lightning on a black sea. She shivered in rapturous delight as his lips found hers again and they went under, merging with water.

‘Y…yes. My lord and master,’ she replied.

‘Good girl. That’s correct.’ His breathing grew deeper.

She closed her eyes and watched a storm roll over the same unfamiliar sea. Her hands were in his hair, on his chest.

‘Take off my clothes,’ he ordered her. Wordlessly, she unbuttoned and peeled off his jacket and then his trousers.

Underneath he was bare-chested, but his golden skin held the tattoo she had seen when he stood shirtless on the stage, a horse that reared up his body in a blue the same dark indigo as his jacket.

Spirals followed his shoulders and continued down his arms.

‘Strip. Take your clothes off. Those disgusting excuses for garments are not fitting for my consort,’ he growled. ‘You may respond Yes, sir , when I give you an order.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Faye pulled off the woollen dress she only dimly remembered putting over her vest and leggings when leaving the house. Finn kissed her collarbone and followed the line of lace along the neckline of her vest, then moved his mouth lower. She felt his warm breath as he kissed her breasts.

Faye moaned louder, then, and felt herself grow slick and wet with desire; now, she was completely naked on the bed. The material under her, like silk but something different, seemed to kiss her skin.

‘Kneel in front of me, as your lord and master,’ he commanded. She obeyed, gasping at his unnaturally long and thick cock, which was rock hard in front of her. ‘Do you see that? Do you see that I want you?’

‘Y…yes, my lord.’ She wet her lips, wanting desperately to put it in her mouth.

‘You want it, don’t you, my little slut?

’ He gripped a handful of her hair and pulled her head away from his thighs.

‘You want this. You’re so wet and desperate for me that you’d do anything to have this inside you.

For me to fill you in the way that no one else can.

Fill you with my seed. Impregnate you, make you full and ripe and round, like you were made to be. ’

‘Yes, sir,’ she breathed, meeting his eyes.

His words were tapping into something deeply primal in her brain, a pleasure centre that had nothing to do with all the things she’d been taught to value in a partner – kindness, friendship, equality – and everything to do with a forbidden, dark part of her psyche that wanted to be totally and utterly dominated.

To relax into the sweetness of being nothing but desired and taken.

He smiled, his eyes half closing in pleasure.

‘You will pleasure me with your mouth, first. Beg me for it,’ he commanded.

There was a part of Faye that was appalled at being told to beg.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew that she was a normal human woman and not some kind of mindless slut.

Yet, Finn’s power was so intense that it overpowered everything.

And, deeper than that, there was her own desire.

She wanted this. She had never known that she wanted it, but she did.

‘Please, sir. Please, give me your…’ She blushed, not used to saying the word.

‘Say it.’ His fingers in her hair pulled a little tighter. ‘Say the word.’

‘I want it. Your…hard…I can’t say it.’ She looked up at him, chagrined. He shook his head and reached down with his other hand, cupping her breast with his wide palm.

‘I know you want it, sweet one,’ he said. ‘Worry not. We will make a slut of you yet.’ Using the hand that held her hair, he pushed her head forward. ‘Open wide,’ he commanded, and thrust it between her waiting, wet lips.

It was so large that there was no way she could get all of him into her mouth, and she choked as he pushed it into the back of her throat.

‘Good girl,’ he said, his voice husky with pleasure. ‘Oh, very good.’

He started moving his hips, drawing his cock almost all of the way out of her mouth and then pushing it back in roughly.

She moaned in pleasure: even though it was challenging, and it was hard to breathe, the sense of oblivion and complete submission that taking Finn in her mouth gave Faye made her so aroused that she could feel her own wetness moistening the tops of her thighs.

He made a deep groan, thrusting into her mouth, and then pulled out completely. She sat back on her heels, catching her breath.

‘You did very well, sidhe-leth . But that’s not how I’m going to have you this evening,’ he said. He pulled her onto her feet, picked her up in his arms and carried her to a throne-like chair that sat at the edge of the room.

Placing her into the chair, he knelt in front of Faye and parted her legs. She looked away, suddenly embarrassed at her nakedness. She felt exposed.

But Finn took her chin in his hand and stared solemnly into her eyes.

‘Never be ashamed of your body. Of your pleasure. It’s beautiful. You are beautiful,’ he said, his voice firm. ‘I am your lord and master, am I not?’

‘Yes, sir,’ she answered faintly.

‘So, open your legs for me without shame,’ he ordered. She did so, controlling her expression.

‘Good. Now. Tell me what you want,’ he said, still hard as he knelt in front of her, inspecting her.

‘I want you,’ she breathed, unable to look away from the sapphire depths of his eyes, knowing nothing other than this dreamlike ecstasy. ‘I want…I…’

‘I know what you want.’ He smiled cruelly, his eyes full of lust. ‘But you can’t have it. Not yet. First, I am going to enjoy you, just as I would enjoy a ripe oyster. And I forbid you to orgasm. Are we clear?’ He fixed her with a firm stare.

‘Yes, sir,’ she stammered, tingling with anticipation and aching to be pleasured.

His hands were warm on her thighs as he pushed them further apart, and bent his head to her openness. He looked up at her and smiled, and then lowered his head to her and began to caress her with his tongue.

Faye moaned loudly, instantly feeling a wicked, wild pleasure start to erupt in the core of her being.

Finn’s mouth and tongue was unlike any she had experienced before; he seemed to know exactly how to touch her, what pressure to use, what movements to make.

Faye felt herself approach orgasm almost immediately; she was so very ready, but, as if Finn knew that she was close, he tapped her on the thigh as if to remind her that she wasn’t allowed to climax until he said so.

‘Please, sir,’ she made a loud, yearning cry. ‘I want to come. Please, Finn.’

He moved his head gently from left to right: No. ‘I told you. You are not permitted to call me by my first name.’

Even the motion of his refusal brought her to the edge of oblivion.

Faye tried to pull away from his mouth, knowing that she was too close, that she wouldn’t be able to help her coming orgasm, that she was so suffused with pleasure that it was impossible, but he gripped her naked bottom with both hands and drew her back into his mouth. Faye screamed with pleasure.