Page 59 of Finding Her (Lore of the Fields #1)

“No ma’am.” Without a moment’s thought, I grabbed her and pulled her over my lap, restraining her in place with both arms. She wouldn’t be burying herself under those blankets and ignoring me. We would talk about this. I would get his name.

“Graysen, let me go!” she laughed, kicking her feet in objection.

“Not until you talk.” I leaned my head to the side so I could stare into her obstinate green eyes. They squinted at me spitefully.

“And what’s your plan here?” she scoffed. “Are you going to spank me if I don’t?”

The thought honestly hadn’t occurred to me.

My eyes immediately drifted to her white panties perfectly clinging to the round curves of her ass.

Her loose shirt had been pushed up against my thigh enough for me to see the line of her lower back disappear into her high-cut briefs. What a delicious view.

Still pinning her down, I gently rubbed her bare outer cheek. “What’s his name, Faeryn?”

“Do your worst,” she challenged, lifting her hips.

What a naughty little thing she was. I clapped my hand down onto her ass with a loud “ smack ”, fully intending to leave a mark.

She jumped in my lap. Asking me to do my worst was dangerous when I craved dominating her as much as I craved nurturing her.

I wanted to watch her shatter so I could pick up the pieces.

A sprinkle of sadism made the gentleness that much sweeter, and I knew she’d agree after having a taste.

I had made gentle love to my female, and soon she would learn I could fuck her just as well.

“His name?” I purred, tracing the back of my knuckle along where her tensing flesh was beginning to blotch red.

“Can’t seem to remember.” My brat’s spiteful voice bordered on moaning.

Smack .

Faeryn flinched when I hit the freshly disturbed skin, but a whimpered moan and shudder of pleasure revealed what I already knew— Faeryn liked to play rough. “Is that it?” Her voice gained the sultry edge I craved.

“I can be very convincing, my mate.” I ran my hand along the welting curve of her ass to the fabric covering her clit, just barely allowing her to feel my touch through her panties. “Are you going to be a good girl and tell me his name, or do I need to be cruel?”

“Why would I tell you when you’re rewarding me with such delicious punishment?” She wiggled her ass in the air, taunting another strike.

“If pain won’t work…” I hooked my arms under her, standing and tossing her onto the bed. Her breasts rippled under the thin cloth of her shirt. “I’m sure I can find other ways to torture you that are very pleasurable.”

“You’re welcome to try.” She smiled devilishly at me.

“On your hands and knees.” I pointed to the foot of the bed.

“Make me.” She rolled onto her stomach and kicked her feet playfully.

A pleased growl reverberated in my chest. Slowly, giving her time to object, I reached down and shoved my fingers under the ribbon around her neck.

The fit was tight, and my wrist forced her jaw to lift and display her vulnerable throat.

I pulled on the satin fabric just enough to encourage her movement.

“Come here, Pet ,” I commanded, allowing my voice to rumble within my inferno organ.

Her back arched as she took her time crawling to the corner of the mattress obediently, her steady eye contact challenging me to a battle of will. Big confidence for somebody who was about to be tied to a bedpost and subjected to all kinds of indecencies.

"I said, come ." I pulled harder on the ribbon, making her move faster as the taut fabric restricted her breathing against my knuckles. She let out a strangled noise bordering on a moan.

Once she was where I wanted her, I unfurled the tie of her collar. I wrapped the ribbon around my hands, gazing down at her defiant eyes, my mind spinning with ideas to get my devious fae to comply.

“On your elbows.” I snapped the fabric between my fists.

Her chest lowered, the points of her nipples disappearing into the blankets so she could rest on her forearms. I stood in front of her, considering how exposed everything would be from behind in this position.

How delightful . I bent to one knee, wrapping my ribbon around the juncture of the frame and bedpost. Her small fists waited patiently for me to bind them in the snug restraint.

Using the remainder of the strip’s length, I tied a pretty bow on top of my present.

I paced my way to our nightstand, pulled out a small satchel, and returned to her. I removed the contents, pulling the pair of fingerless leather gloves over my wrists. “These are new,” I explained. “They’ll protect you from being burned.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” She cocked her head to the side.

I raised an eyebrow. She was restrained, exposed, and weaponless.

Yet here she was, her hubris mocking me.

I clicked my tongue disapprovingly while striding to the edge of the bed where her hips conveniently lined up for easy access.

I managed to keep my fingers soft with the resolve of somebody on a mission.

She thought we were playing, but we were negotiating. My hands needed to play nice.

I reached between her thighs from behind to cup her pussy. The fabric was already damp, and I couldn’t resist tilting my head to admire how the white material turned transparent from her excitement. This was going to be easy . She was underestimating how well I knew my way around her body.

I pushed her panties down and around her knees, adding to the restraints already limiting her movement.

Just one selfish glance, and I’d get to work.

The warm blonde of her pubic fuzz paired well with the pink that glistened deliciously against the cool night air.

I ghosted my fingers over her clit. So close, but not quite enough to satisfy.

“Graysen.” She choked out a soft laugh. “You’re teasing me.”

“What was his name, Faeryn?” I purred.

“Fuck. You.” She bit, trying to push her hips back into my hand, but failing as I yanked it away.

“Maybe an easier question.” I returned my fingers to their hover. “What time did you go?”

She let out a frustrated whine. “30:30.”

“Good girl.” I pressed two fingers into her clit, petting in an approving circle.

She whimpered, the side of her face sinking into the mattress. Her eyes closed, and her brows creased in pleasure. My playing was just varied enough to keep her sensitive to the novelty. I suspected my eyes glowed a little warmer every time she moaned my name.

“Fingers. Inside,” she panted.

“Where did you go ice skating?” I inquired in my most soothing voice. She had to be too pacified to be stubborn.

“The pond by a new school,” she answered quickly, as if she couldn’t wait a single second longer for me to fill her.

“How cooperative,” I praised, sinking two fingers into her warmth. She was tight, but so ready to accommodate the stretch. I hooked into the sensitive ridge of her g-spot and stroked it in rhythmic pulses.

“ The pond by a new school.” I knew of it. Its construction would be heavily staffed, meaning Mykie would have her work cut out for her if I didn’t get more identifying information about this mystery “ friend ”.

“ Ahhhh ,” Faeryn gasped, her back dipping even lower to improve my access.

My other arm snaked under her belly and rolled her clit between my thumb and index, she immediately tensed around my fingers in response. I let that tension build as her cries became louder and longer, and swiftly removed both hands before she could collapse over the edge.

“Graysen!” she objected.

“Only faes who behave get to come,” I chided, waiting a moment for her buildup to fade before finding my way back to where I left off.

Her pussy made indecent squelching noises to match her moans as I plunged my knuckles in and out of her, her lubricant dripping down to where my other fingers rubbed with intention.

She was building quicker on the second go, and I knew it would feel that much more devastating when I withheld the release she was working so hard for.

I waited until her grip became recognizably tight, and then I took away the toys it had been clinging to.

Both of my fingers were glistening up to where the gloves cut off at my knuckles. I stepped to the foot of the bed, and Faeryn rolled her head to the side, eyes watching me intently. A beautiful symmetry of delicate features and voluptuous flesh filled my vision.

I tried to stay focused on my task, squatting so we were eye level and sucking my wet fingers into my mouth. Mmmm honeysuckle . It was missing the slight smokiness I would contribute later, but it was delicious nonetheless.

“Are you going to answer my question?” I licked each finger individually and saw my forked tongue. A little monster had slipped out while I was focusing on not baring my claws. The orange of my copper eyes reflected in her dilated pupils. Desire was threatening to consume me.

And then that trying female spat on my fucking face .

I blinked twice in surprise before wiping my jaw with the back of my hand. She flashed a wicked smile of harmless teeth in my direction. Their blunt edges were about to be very appreciated by me.

I rose to my full height, unbuttoning my dark jeans. My cock had been straining against the denim for some time now, finally freed as I pulled its weight out to stand at attention in front of her.

“If you’re going to do dirty things with that mouth, I will assign it an appropriate task.

” I hooked my finger into the double knotted loop of the restraint bow around her wrists.

“Pull if you want to stop,” I instructed, my mind running wild at the view of her pretty face inches away from my erection.