“You'll change your mind once you settle in,” Drostan said confidently.
“And if I don't?”
“Then you will have to make peace with it, Riley,” he snarled as he sat forward. “Unless you want me to return you to your world; along with your sister's illness?”
The blood drained from my face.
“That's what I thought.” Drostan settled back in his chair. “Now, let's get started, shall we?”
Chapter Three
“Remove your clothing,” Drostan said casually.
I stared at him—my heart racing—and then undid the zipper on the side of my dress. Drostan lifted his chin as I lifted the dress, and then I tossed it aside. I paused.
“Everything,” he ordered.
With shaking hands, I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I let it fall and then pushed down my panties. Drostan smiled and stood. I tensed as he approached me. His eyes wandered down my body, then he reached out and trailed his fingers lightly up my thigh and over my stomach. Drostan paused as he reached the underside of my breast, drawing one fingertip over the sensitive curve. I shivered, and my nipples tightened.
Drostan's eyebrow lifted, and his finger trailed further up to circle the hardened nipple. He stroked it lightly, then gave it a cruel pinch.
“Ow!” I slapped his hand away.
“I didn't want to have to do this so soon, Riley.” Drostan looked annoyed and disappointed. “I had hoped that we could ease smoothly into this; without any resistance from you. But I should have known that you were going to be difficult.”
“You pinched me!” I accused him.
“Yes, and I will do much more than that,” Drostan snapped. “If you cannot endure a little pinch, you'll not be able to provide me the entertainment I desire. So, we need to correct this behavior.Nipit in the bud.” He flicked my nipple.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“You'll see,” Drostan said as he took my hand.
Drostan led me through the door I hadn't tested. It opened onto an antechamber which had three more door options; one on every wall. Drostan took the door to the left. The room we entered was full of strange devices—none of which I recognized—and there was also an assortment of tools laid out on a black-enameled table. The floor was cold marble, but there were fur rugs scattered across it. There was one such rug in the center of the room, beneath a rope that hung from the ceiling. Drostan went past it on his way to the table. He picked up a length of red ribbon and tied my wrists together with it. I swallowed past the nervousness creeping up my throat as he took me back to that hanging rope. Drostan tied the rope around the knot of the ribbon, right between my wrists, and tightened it until my arms were stretched straight above me. Then he stood back to admire his work.
“What's next; you spank me?” I growled. “That will just piss me off more, you know.”
“Spank you?” Drostan laughed. “You think this is a human sadism and masochism routine?”
I frowned.
“I am a fairy king, Riley,” he reminded me—again. “I would never be so boring.”
“Then what?”
Drostan picked up a metal bar from the table; it had manacles on each end. He fastened one to my left ankle, used the bar to push my legs apart, and then fastened the other to my right ankle. Drostan stood back and nodded in satisfaction. Then he crossed his arms and just stared at me. I was about to ask him if he thought he could break me with his stare of doom when I felt a little tickle on my calves.
My eyes shot down to see the air around my calves shimmering. Little sparks were flashing over my skin as a kneading sensation enveloped my lower legs. I sighed as I was massaged; all of the tension draining from my calves. Then the magical massaging mist traveled upwards. It relaxed my knees, then went on to my thighs; making me feel so languid that I found myself hanging from my wrists.
“Comfortable, Riley?” Drostan whispered in my ear.
My eyes jerked open to see him standing before me. He smiled and drew his hand over my womanhood. I flinched in shock; my legs trying to tense, but unable to do so with that massaging mist working them. Drostan stroked me again—this time more firmly—and parted my flesh. I gasped at the pleasure that shot down my legs; it was instant and intense. Then Drostan began to flutter his fingers against me, and I felt myself opening. A warm pressure spread me so that he could lightly—just a skimming touch—draw his finger over my clit.
I screamed in ecstasy, but it wasn't enough to satisfy me. I was riding the edge of desire—wild with need—and the fairy had only been seducing me for mere seconds.
“Hmm,” Drostan murmured as he lifted his finger to show me how wet it was. “That's promising.”
Drostan rubbed the moisture between his fingers as my eyes widened, then lowered his hand back to my sex. Another light motion across me and his finger came away slick. He inhaled deeply and smiled as he headed back to the table. Drostan wiped his hand on a cloth there and then leaned against the wall. The shimmer continued to massage me as another sensation started along my rib cage. My stomach tightened as a tickling began in earnest, working its way up to my armpits. I jerked and giggled as I was tickled, and Drostan's eyes began to glow. I noticed that they were fastened on my jiggling breasts.
