Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (69 page)

The
slow skitter of his fingers brushing my skin made me bite my lower lip.
Cayden’s magic pulled down under my dress pulsing around my nipples even as his
actual fingers left my shoulder. The caress grew insistent like the firmest
clamp along my bare skin tightening my breasts until a strangled cry of mingled
joy and confusion broke out of my throat.

“Shouldn’t
you be saving your powers until they can be put to a better use? I hardly think
ravaging me in the hallway is indicative of your charm or your prowess in bed.”

“I
was just allowing you to sample the merchandise before purchasing, love.”

“You
just needed to prove that you were better than Mr. Hands on the floor.” I
quipped. “It’s all egotism.”

“What
does it matter to you if it gets you off?” Cayden drew closer taking my elbow
escorting me down the long hallway.

“You
don’t know where we are going.” I extracted myself from his steady grip taking
his hand and leading him to my suite of rooms. My boudoir was hardly a love
nest—I drew him into a suite of rooms dominated by sheathes of paper, ink
spills and piles of books.

But
it didn’t much matter when I opened the iron doors that lead to my bedroom and
left him to navigate around the Victorian furniture. I didn’t think he was
pleased with my choice when a wall of wind clawing my nostrils with the scent
of jasmine pushed against my back, stealing the air from my lungs. The pressure
built under my feet as my legs directed me to the bed with a lack of free will
that left me reeling and slightly terrified. My stomach hit the mattress a roar
of magic stifling my ears masking the sound of Cayden’s oncoming footsteps.

Coils
of his icy magic wrapped around my wrists which were already pinned to the
achingly soft bed. I could feel my arms pulling taut though there was no
visible evidence that anything but my own free will was making them move. I
tried to shut off my analytical brain, knowing I was all but powerless without
magic of my own but a small thrill grew bigger inside my brain. The excitement
hummed to life inside me kneading its way down my arms and legs until it sank
into my pussy. When my pulse tripped in my throat as he sank onto my back, pushing
the rough cloth of my dress against my nipples, I couldn’t help but moan.

I
could feel him hard and ready against my lower back. Despite the clothing
barrier, his length and girth were readily available to my imagination.

“There
are two ways this could go. I’ll happily give you a choice in the matter but
choose quickly—hard or gentle.” His voice spoke volumes of danger
trailing against the side of my ear in a growl.

I
must not have started talking soon enough because there was the click of metal
as his magic fell away from me. I went to move my wrists, free of their
invisible captors, but one of his arms snatched over my head, pulling both my
wrists together in his large fist.

“You
are not getting out that way.” His order made me shiver unexpectedly against
his body. “In fact, you are not getting out until you get off.”

The
deafening roar turned into a complacent wind swirling against my hair, along
the nape of my neck. I caught my breath, making myself still against the tug of
a sharp steel blade at my back. A feeling of cotton clogged my mouth,
adrenaline making my head fuzzy as the knife cut through the fabric of my shift
and dress. Each swift jerk picked me up from the mattress while I knew that one
small move could slice me to ribbons. My hands sought purchase against the
comforter trying to hold myself down as my dress ripped in his hands against my
tender flesh. Each tug of the cloth revealed my body and ground my hips closer
against his cock, miming the sexual acts we were going to do soon.

“Please,
I can’t wait much longer.” I whimpered as the rest of my dress fell away to my
ankles, leaving me exposed. This could be the only opportunity left to me to
receive my wings. I hardly wanted it to go on much longer as my pussy clenched
with need.

“You’ll
wait as long as I deem it necessary.” Cayden licked and nibbled the top of my
spine gripping my hips with his callous fingers. The wind jerked up again,
power surging across my skin like icicle fairies tiptoeing along my skin.

One
hand cupped my cunt as the other hand grasped my breast, raising me up slightly
so that my feet could no longer touch the floor. I raised my arm back to untie
his pants but he caught my wrist.

“Ah,
ah, ah. That’s not up to you.” His magic replaced his fingers, pulling my arm
taut behind my back.

“How
long is this going to take?” I moaned impatiently as his cool fingers stroked
my nipple, sending ripples of pleasure into my uneasy stomach. As if on cue,
the hand cupping my slick cunt pushed against my opening, magic turning it into
the feeling of something larger spreading me. Another tendril of magic sucked
against my clit if it were possible for a suction to be created from Jasmine
wind. Everything tingled, his magic digging into the core of me where no magic
had awakened. It dipped inside me, calling to an entity that didn’t exist, but
my heart clenched in my chest from the loss my pulse speeding by the casual
beat being played inside me.

The
rest of my words were stolen from me. The air around me turned to warm mist
against the contrast of my building orgasm shading my vision as my body bucked
against his fingers. It was like the magic infiltrated my mind knowing exactly
what to do with my body. An agonizing rhythm built in my cunt until I felt like
I would break the world just to get away from his hand holding me down. It was
slow and sweet while the attention his was paying to my nub was anything but
delicate. A torturing juxtaposition that left me aching for his member which
rubbed casually against my naked back as if he could wait, as if he had all the
time in the world. His excited grunts elevated against my ear when my skin felt
like it was going to split from the building pleasure. I frantically hoped this
was going to be it, that he was the one who would bring me my orgasm, bring me
my wings.

The
realization ripped an excited scream from my throat. His teeth slamming into my
shoulder only furthered the noise as my pussy clenched unexpectedly against a
warmer version of his magic. My eyes widened at the changed velvet sensation of
his actual cock inside me, magic being replaced by sheer man. He pushed into
me, leaving everything alone on my body but the hard strokes forcing their way
inch by inch into my over-excited pussy. There was no more need for foreplay,
his hips slapping against my ass, throwing me against the bed as the comforter
tortured my overly excited nipples. My hands were free to grasp at the bed,
steadying my rocking against his fucking as my steady orgasm built in the pit
of my stomach.

We
were both making a symphony of moans, my excitement and fear driving his own
actions to a frenzied point until I couldn’t tell where his pleasure ended and
my own began. His hands were all over me, grasping bits of flesh where he
could, running his nails along my back, ass and chest. Each sensation burned
separate from the cock filling me until I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t need
magic for this kind of pure pleasure, the kind made by his own body. I was sure
he had known it as he showed off his magic before bedding me completely.

The
closeness of my wishes, imagining the expression on the Queen’s face as I
revealed my wings, brought me to a peak of mental intimacy with this man that I
had never expected. Even as my cunt clenched, meeting his every touch with a
thought for my own pleasure, I could still feel my head taking over. The orgasm
ceased building, rocking inside my body, then dying away. He felt so good, so
right inside me.

But
it wasn’t enough. Even as I turned my face to meet Cayden’s gray eyes, hungry
to make me come, forgoing his own pleasure, I knew this sweet man would not be
enough for me. I felt a twinge of pain I was sure he could read in my eyes as I
leaned in to kiss him gently—a trade of tender flesh for the promise he
couldn’t keep. I knew with a bitterness that rivaled getting my own wings that
he wouldn’t be able to shut off my thoughts, keep my overactive mind at bay.

“You
can stop now.” My voice was raw and apologetic as I looked away from his body,
distancing myself from his touch. I knew how this game worked perfectly well by
now.

“Is
there anything else I can do, Niamh? Please, let me try again for you. I would
rather you sit bored than have you face the wrath of the Queen.” Cayden lazily
kissed the back of my neck, voice torn with the need to continue, though his
hips had stopped moving against me. I could feel him growing small within me
and knew it would take magic of my own to revive him. This charade was simply
over.

“I’m
not meant to be fairy. It has obviously been decided for me by the powers that
be. But thank you for taking the time to try.” I almost cried out in anguish
when his magic gently stroked my face, blowing across my hair. I could take
anger. I had protected myself from many blows from lovers denied their chance
at a finish. But pity was unacceptable. Whatever this man felt for me needed to
be gone or I would lose it.

I
pushed him off me none to gently, focused on moving towards my robe and then
meeting the Queen. Whatever my punishment, it was better to have it done now
than later when her rage had cooled to something more substantial.

“I
could vouch for you in Court. It would not be much but I would be willing to
attest to your prowess in bed if nothing else.” He spoke hurriedly as if
knowing I would turn it down before he got the suggestion out of his lips.

“I
need to get to the Queen. What we had was lovely, just not meant to be, but
thank you for your time.” I hurriedly tied my robe, walking past him as he
scrambled for his clothing.

I
hit the double doors and once past them, flew by the remainder of people in the
hallway, only focusing on what was to come and how I would handle it. This
punishment was not something the Queen would take lightly; it was best to be
mentally prepared for the worst as I burst into court, defying the guards trying
to hold me back.

“My
Queen, I’ve come for judgment. I was unsuccessful in my quest for wings. Spare
me no mercy as you see fit but know I am grievous for my error.” I kneeled low,
abasing myself before my cruel mistress and the eager crowd who had already
started sputtering to life with gossip.

I
could hear the wisp of the Queen’s skirts hitting the marble floor my chest
tight with anticipation and an eagerness to let this public torture end. My
slick hands felt for purchase against the floor to keep myself anchored even as
she pulled my hair roughly until we were looking eye to eye. I fought to stay
still against her hand cupping my face. An instinct for survival made her every
move predatory in the blink of an eye. I knew from future experience not to say
a word, not even to breathe or think. The grip on my hair tingled down my spine
as it stretched me taut. My robe fell off the side of my shoulder to expose me
to anyone willing to look in my direction.

“Leave
us.” Her neutral voice boomed across the great hallway as the whispers parted
to the shuffling of feet.

My
teeth chattered from the pit of fear opening in my stomach as I did my best to
keep my hands at my sides. Although rational thought had left me long ago in
the face of wanting to fight her off me with the little bit of strength left in
my arms and legs. My head pounded from her grip which was swiftly turning to
pain lacing my scalp.

Mercifully
she released me with a flick of her wrist. It was a gesture to let me know that
she was angry, but that I also was not worth her time. I had seen it on other
men and woman before me. The Queen’s rage was only getting started, simmering
on low. My body was shaking, exposed and slightly turned on as the Queen moved
from side to side, unclothed and in nothing but heels. Then I couldn’t think.
Nothing would process against the whiteness forming around me. It was like the
world around me had faded into padded walls that I couldn’t feel or even come
close to touching.

It
was the Queen’s magic. I knew this as I fell back to the floor roped on air
into a spread eagle. There was a weightlessness that sat on my limbs like the
worst of irons, playing tricks on my mind. Then she was suddenly in my mind.
Not in front of me. Not in a physical form I could see, but in my head like a
nightmare that you knew just had to be real.

It
was real enough when the flogger in her hand snapped over my robe, cutting
through the cloth to my bare skin, the sharpest of snake bites across my
stomach lingering as a gentle burn. Several more blows rained down on my skin
until the robe cut away leaving me with nothing. My screams clawed through the
air I knew was there, but there would be no one to hear them. She laughed as
the lashes worked their zig-zag over my tender skin, bowing my back when I knew
there was nothing there to keep me from running away.

The
Queen slithered the torturous rubber flogger ribbons over the crimson marks, a
soothing contrast that tickled across my midsections as my cunt grew wet
unexpectedly at the confusion of sensation. I could feel every part of my body,
alive and stinging, as she wound the plastic against my pussy lips. Each tender
touch, barely a brush against my outer lips and then a harder hit along my
thighs made me strain in my invisible bonds. With nothing to wrap my hands
around, I simply gave into the tension stretching my core until I was
whimpering from surprised lust as a fever of sensation whipped through me. I
couldn’t think past the next blow as it rained softly down against my mound,
tickling my clit, and then creating red indents against my hips.

“I
will make you come, Niamh. Whatever must be done, I will not have my best fae
reduced to nothing by her peers.” The Queen’s voice was close to cracking,
hoarse, and alive.