"You knew they were there," I finally say. "Before I did."
"I sensed them the moment we entered the water." He presses a kiss to my shoulder. "And I felt how wet it made you when you realized."
I should deny it. Should be mortified. Instead, I lean back to meet his eyes. "You're a terrible influence."
"And yet, you're still here." His hands slide up my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "Still gripping my cock. Still wanting more."
Because he's right. The fairy dust is still singing through my veins, and already I can feel my body responding to his touch again.
"The water," I breathe. "Banu said it enhances?—"
"Everything," he finishes. "Which means we're nowhere near done."
His fingers tighten in my hair, and he pulls me off his lap with a control that's almost violent. "Out. Against the rocks."
I obey on shaking legs, the water lapping at my thighs as I brace my hands against the smooth stone edge of the pool. The position leaves me vulnerable, exposed, and I can feel his gaze on me like a physical touch.
"Do you know what you look like right now?" he asks, and there's something darker in his voice now. Something that makes my core clench with anticipation. "Bent over, dripping, completely at my mercy."
"Kaan—"
His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp crack that echoes through the clearing.
I yelp—not from pain exactly, though the sting blooms hot across my skin—but from shock and the bolt of arousal that shoots straight to my clit.
"That's for making me wait through that entire negotiation," he says calmly, as if he hasn't just spanked me like a disobedientchild. "For sitting there so composed while I could smell how wet you were."
Another slap, harder this time, on the other cheek. I gasp, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wet stone.
"That's for every time you've denied what this is between us." His palm soothes the burning flesh, the tender touch at odds with the punishment. "For pretending you don't crave this."
"I'm not—" I start, but the third slap cuts me off, making me cry out.
"Don't lie to me." He delivers two more in quick succession, alternating sides, and I'm trembling now, caught between the pain and the pleasure building in my core. My pussy is clenching around nothing, desperate and empty and so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
CHAPTER 28
ROUND TWO
Nesilhan
"Please,"I sob, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.
"Please what?" Another slap. "Please stop? Or please more?"
"More—gods—more?—"
"Good girl." His approval makes me wetter than any touch could. "You take your punishment so beautifully. Such a perfect little empress, letting me mark this gorgeous ass."
He delivers three more sharp strikes, and by the last one I'm moaning, pushing back against his hand, completely undone.
Then his hands spread my cheeks, and I feel his breath against my most intimate places. "Now let's see how you taste after being such a good girl for me."
His tongue drags through my folds in one long, slow stroke, and I nearly come apart right there.
"Fuck," he groans against my flesh. "You're dripping. My hand on your ass made you this wet, didn't it?"
I can't form words. Can only whimper as he licks me again, his tongue finding my clit and circling with agonizing slowness.He's thorough, feral, alternating between broad strokes that make me shudder and focused attention on that bundle of nerves that has me rolling my eyes to the back of my head.
