She whimpered but relaxed her sphincter. The moment she let go, he pressed the plug forward, stretching her wide with a burning at the entrance and an overwhelming sensation of fullness inside.
“Oh, Cade,” she moaned, then clamped her mouth shut, embarrassed at how wanton her voice had sounded.
“Good girl.” His voice sounded thick. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Eat the sandwich I ordered for you or call down for something else, but don’t leave this room until I come back, understand?”
“I understand,” she panted.
“You may stand now.”
Her legs shook from the punishment, and the plug in her ass turned her insides molten. Cade pulled off his jeans and briefs, and the sight of his manhood made her head swim. He glanced up when he’d finished yanking the second pant leg over his flipper and saw her staring.
“Faye, I’m sorry to leave you like this.” He opened his arms. She stepped into them, wondering what he had seen in her to offer his comfort. He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Be a good girl.”
“I will,” she mumbled.
“Open the door for me and leave the key card under the mat outside.” In a blur of movement, he dropped to all fours, the majestic silver wolf again.
She plunged a hand into the fur at his nape as she walked beside him. He gave her fingers a lick before trotting through the door she opened. She crouched down and jammed the key card under the mat, terrified someone would see her naked before she shut the door.
She stood, dazed. Her bottom throbbed. The hairbrush had delivered a real blistering and Cade had not gone easy onher. The plug inside pulsed in a different way—demanding some kind of release. She walked stiffly back into the room, every step jostling the plug and reminding her of her punishment.
Pan’s flute, Cade rocked her world.
She felt thoroughly changed—as if she could never go back to being Faye, the silly fairy trying to change hay into gold. She never wanted to go back to that old self. She wanted to be Cade’s slave forever—owned, governed, punished, and pleasured. And what had he made her promise? That she’d never, ever leave him? Did he want to keep her too?
She pushed the rolling cart over to the loveseat and sat gingerly, gasping at the sensation of the plug being pushed deeper. Once she sat, it was fine, so long as she didn’t move. She opened the covered dishes and picked up a sandwich, her stomach growling in anticipation. It was her favorite—turkey, bacon, avocado. They had similar tastes in food—that boded well, didn’t it? She gave her head a shake. She shouldn’t be wasting every thought on whether she’d be Cade’s girlfriend. She needed to keep her head straight and figure out how to change his feet back before she spread her thighs and begged him to take her.
She ate every bite of sandwich and french fries and sipped the hot cider, but eating did not take the edge off. She needed release. She stood up, gasping at the jostle of the plug inside her. She walked to the bathroom and stood before the full length mirror. Turning around, she craned her neck to see her butt. Her cheeks were still red from the hair-brushing, and the stainless steel plug looked beautiful in the middle of her butt. A punctuation mark to her punishment. She reached around and touched the round base. Grasping it, she moved it inside her, causing her knees to go weak.
Pan, God of Nature, how will I get through this?
She walked to the bed and climbed up on it, lying on her belly with her fingers between her legs. Her pussy had never been so wet. Sliding her fingers up and down her slick folds, she teased her clit, pumping her hips. Every time she squeezed her ass, the plug shocked her with its intrusion. She began to hump her hand with more excitement, desperate for release. The orgasm swept through her in a rippling tide, her legs convulsing as her pelvic floor tightened.
She lay panting, exhausted, yet not unwound. She wanted more. She wanted it again, and she had a sneaking suspicion she craved the real thing—sex with a capital S-E-X.
With Cade Lupis.
But that would mean losing her power to change Cade’s feet back. And then he’d never forgive her.
CHAPTER 16
BERTRAM
Bertram couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he’d had for the past hour. He could tell something was wrong. He found Redd in front of the fireplace, playing a game with Coral and Jake. “Have you seen Jillian?” he asked the whole group.
“I saw her about an hour ago. I ran into her when she was hightailing it out to the stables.” Jake looked up from the game. “She was pretty upset about something and needed to get some fresh air.” He scowled and stood up quickly. “Is she not back yet?”
Bertram looked out the bay window at the rapidly falling snow. “I don’t know. I can’t find her, and no one else has seen her.” He turned to Redd, who shifted in her seat with a guilty expression flooding her cheeks.
“Did something happen this morning, Redd?”
She wouldn’t meet his eyes, “I don’t know.”
“Young lady…” he growled, startling everyone in the room.
“Okay. Don’t get angry, but we had an argument this morning.”
“About what?” He strode over to the petite woman and towered above her.
