Page 113 of Hell Fae Prince

I pressed another kiss to her neck, my gaze on the ribbon between her breasts. “Ty usually watches me tie up others,” I explained.

She stilled. “He doesn’t mind you playing with someone else?”

I chuckled. “Ty and I have always been very open with each other. He chooses monogamy. I… I choose loyalty. But just because I’ve used my ropes on others doesn’t mean I fucked them. I usually wrap them up as a gift for someone else. Then watch the scene play out while Ty indulges me.”

It wasn’t a traditional relationship. But then again, nothing in my world could ever be considered traditional anyway.

Cami said nothing for a long moment, her breathing heightening as my touch reached her belly button. “Will you… still play with others?”

My hand paused, my mind finally understanding the point of her questions.

She hadn’t been interested in my experience from a trust perspective—I’d assumed she just wanted to ensure that I knew what I was doing. No, she’d been asking from a relationship perspective.

“You want to know how I feel about monogamy,” I translated out loud. “What it means now that we’ve mated.”

“I…” She didn’t finish her statement, just snapped her jaws closed as an adorable flush stole across her features.

My lips curled. “Mmm, my little angel is feeling possessive.”

“You’re my mate.”

“I’m also Ty’s mate.”

“That’s different,” she muttered.

“How so?” I wondered aloud, resuming my path with the ribbon against her flesh.

“He’s Lucifer,” she said, like that explained everything.

“So you’re okay with me fucking him and him fucking me?”

That flush continued down to her breasts. “Y-yes.”

“You want to watch?” I guessed.

“I…” She trailed off again, then cleared her throat. “That’s not what I mean. I… He’s already yours, and I understand that. But the others…?”

“Hmm,” I hummed, moving to her side so I could properly take hold of her chin and bring her eyes to mine. “First, there are noothers, Camillia.” I allowed the rope to unravel a bit, part of it pooling over her thighs. “Second, I need you to hold your arms out.”

Her gaze narrowed. “Melek.”

“Arms, Camillia,” I repeated.

With a cute little growl, she complied, but her eyes told me she wasn’t pleased. “You’ve tied up other people. That means, by definition, there areothers.”

“I’ve played in a club setting where other fae have asked me to tie up their mates,” I clarified, my focus going to her abdomen as I wrapped the rope around her once.

Then I met her gaze again, wanting to finish this conversation so we could properly begin.

“I enjoyed playing with their mates because it provided a sense of calmness for me. There’s a certain level of give-and-take that comes with tying up another person. It’s all about trust and patience. The responsibility for pleasure falls on the dominant, and the submissive is actually the one in charge. It’s a power dynamic that I find freeing.”

Her expression told me that while she heard what I was saying, she was still wrapped up in thoughts of me with other women.

And men, I realized, hearing it in her mind.

She knew I obviously indulged in both. Ty made sense to her. Everyone else… did not.

“Do you want to know why Ty has always respected my need to play?” I asked her.