He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.
‘The effects of being in the fae realms have begun to take effect on you,’ he said slowly. ‘But you forget who I am. I am the High King of Murias. I submit to no one.’
‘Really?’ She raised an eyebrow, feeling how hard he was under her. Leaning forward, she moved so that his large, velvety and rigid cock nudged at her wet opening. Slowly, she sat back, taking just the tip inside her.
His eyes widened, and he groaned loudly. ‘Faye. Oh…more, take more,’ he commanded, but she shook her head.
‘Open wide,’ she repeated, smiling wickedly. He shook his head.
To tease him further, she pushed down gently a little further. He moaned. ‘Faye,’ he repeated, his voice thick with lust.
‘I know. Open,’ she insisted, and held the panties to his lips. ‘Open up now, or I’ll get off and leave you here.’
She leaned forward and kissed him, and when he opened his mouth for hers, she stuffed the panties inside.
His eyes widened and he made a furious muffled noise.
‘Poor baby.’ Faye stroked his cheek, and as she did so, lowered herself down all the way onto his straining, bulging cock. ‘Am I being mean?’
Finn might have been protesting, but Faye noticed that his ardour hadn’t flagged in the slightest.Interesting.
‘Mmmff,’ he said. Faye nodded as she began riding his cock slowly at the rhythm she needed. Damn, that felt good. She let out a sigh of pleasure as his cock hit every delicious inch of her pussy.
He tried to speed her up with his hips, but she refused. Instead, she leaned forward to kiss him again; to tease him maddeningly, taking her pleasure from him and refusing his. She knew that she was going too slowly for him, but she didn’t care. She was enjoying herself and taking her revenge to some extent.
As her pleasure mounted, she hooked her index finger inside his mouth and drew the panties out slowly.
‘Do you want to come?’ she asked sternly. He nodded desperately, a wild look in his eyes. ‘Good. Then beg me.’
‘Mmmm… what?’
‘I want to hear you tell me how wrong you were to ever refuse me entry to Murias,’ she said.
‘I was wrong. I was wrong,sidhe-leth,’ he moaned, desperate for release. ‘Please…’
‘Acknowledge that I am your mistress.’ She lowered herself slowly again, taking him all the way inside her, deep into her.
‘You are my mistress. I adore you,’ he moaned. ‘Oh, oh…’
‘You would do anything for me. Allow me anything.Say it.’
‘I allow you anything I can grant. Any boon or pleasure that is in my…’ He groaned, and Faye felt her own pleasure buildeven higher. She leaned forward and buried her face in his neck, moving forward and back, finding the speed and angle that felt right.
‘That is?’ she murmured as the soft, sweet tightness grew in her thighs and belly.
‘…that is in my power to give, you may have it,’ he murmured. Finding his lips, she kissed him deeply.
‘Give me something then, so I know you’re not lying,’ she whispered in his ear as she moved back and forward. She knew she was only moments away from climax, but so was he. This was her moment. She had to use it.
‘What?’ he gasped. She was in control, and Finn Beatha had lost his. ‘Faye, please, I want to…’
If he managed to orgasm, she’d have lost the opportunity. She slowed down.
‘I want to know…’ She couldn’t just come straight out and ask for Aisha.What could she ask?‘I want to know who has been in your bed since I’ve been gone.’ Perhaps approaching the subject this way would give her a clue. He’d taken Aisha as his lover, so if he named her, it would give Faye a road to other questions.
‘Many have graced my bed,’ he panted, wild with desire. ‘But none like you,sidhe-leth.’
‘What about Aisha? The girl you stole at the concert?’
