Page 112 of Hell Fae Prince

Or begged for Ty…

Alas, we weren’t ready yet for what I truly desired. But I could slowly introduce her to my games.

“All right,” I said, my energy swirling around our bound hands to finish unbinding the silk. Then I wove it through my fingertips as I indulged in the soft texture. “Sit in the center of the bed.”

It would require her to slip off of my lap—an act that didn’t appeal to my dick. But the delayed gratification would be worth it.

Cami moved to where I directed her.

“Go up on your knees, then sit back on your heels and place your palms on your thighs.”

She did as I commanded.

And fuck if that wasn’t a stunning sight.

“Now close your eyes,” I told her.

A flush stole over her cheeks, her tongue licking her lips, then her lashes fluttered as her eyelids shut.

I waited a beat, purposely drawing out the moment.

“Rope play is about teasing your senses,” I said softly. “It’s about anticipation and blocking out the rest of the world.” I shifted to kneel behind her. “But trust is the heart of the experience.”

I leaned down to kiss her shoulder.

“I’m not going to bind your arms or your hands, Camillia.” I drew my teeth along her skin and up her neck to her ear. “Not today, anyway. But some day, I’ll enslave you with my ribbons.”

Then leave her for Ty to unwrap while I watched.

That was a fantasy I couldn’t wait to play out.

But tonight was about me and Camillia. About me worshipping her. Cherishing her.Lovingher. And showing her who we would be together.

No games. No puzzles. No teasing truths or riddle-like statements.

Simply Melek and Cami.

I kissed her thundering pulse as I gently touched her arm with the silky fabric. She jumped, just like I knew she would. It was part expectation, part fear of what was to come.

Which was precisely why a gradual introduction was needed.

“Shh,” I hushed her. “Relax and let me take care of you.” I drew the material up and down in slow caresses, giving her time to adjust. “Rope play is an art form, one that requires patience. But the end result is quite beautiful.”

“So you… you have a lot of experience doing this? To Lucifer?”

I chuckled, the rope closer to her shoulder now. “Ty has indulged me once or twice, but he’s not a being who allows others to bind him.”

“So he ties you up?” she guessed as I lowered my touch to her collarbone.

“He has before, yes,” I told her. “It’s important for a master to experience the rope for himself, to understand the intricacies and sensations. It makes rope play even more sensual and safe, because it allows the dominant of the pair to properly respect the submissive’s limits.”

She shivered. “You’re the dominant?”

“Between us? I think so, yes. But I can switch.” I kissed her pulse again. “And for you, I would be anything and anyone.”

My preference would be to lead. However, I’d kneel if Cami desired it. I’d do anything she asked.

I sent my touch downward toward her chest, drawing a gasp from her as the silk nearly reached her nipples. “So how do you know how to do this?” she asked, her neck arching as she swallowed. “If Lucifer doesn’t let you tie him up… and he’s only tied you up a few times…?”