Tempest in Disguise (Darkest Faerie Tale Series Book 1) Page 2

  Mya lost herself with him, just the two of them, two bodies burning in an inferno seeking more. She melted against him and let him take the reins, following each movement of his lips and tongue, unable to get enough of him.

  He fisted his hand into her hair and pulled her head back. “Take off your clothes.”

  The hell you say. Her thoughts couldn’t keep up with her maddening pulse. “What?” Deep down though, she knew their game led up to this defining moment.

  “I think you heard me.” He tightened his hold on her. “You wanted to play, you wanted control—well, I want your surrender.” A dangerous hunger danced across his face.

  The glint in his eyes left her breathless, even hotter than before. She licked her lips, contemplating the seriousness of what he asked for, the taste of him lingered on her tongue. Would she be able to do, as he demanded?

  At her unmoving silence, he said, “You have my word. No harm will come to you by my hand. If anything, I’m here to protect you.” As an Aos sí he had the inability to lie.

  “The only thing I need protection from is you.” Unbidden, the statement slipped out because even she couldn’t deny the allurement toward him. Still she needed answers from him. “How did you know I’m a hybrid?”

  “There are secrets in this world, ones we must safeguard against all others, and I want to show you the truth—things about yourself you don’t know exists. I’ll explain everything to you, but first…” He leaned closer and nipped her bottom lip. “Submit to me, Mya. I know you want to.”

  Her sex moistened—because deep in the dark place inside of her—she hungered for him. Panic and trepidation should’ve made her want to flee. A stranger in her home told her to get naked and yield to him. In the rational part of her mind, it didn’t make sense. Insanity would be a better description, but he fascinated her and she wanted him more than she ever desired another. “So, I’m supposed to give into you, then what?”

  “Do as I say and you will see.” His thumb brushed over her nipple. “Now, take off your clothes.”

  The muscles in her core throbbed in beat with her pounding heart. “You just come into my house and expect to seduce me. Perhaps you should be the one getting naked,” she managed to say through heaving breaths.

  “Fuck, you smell so good.” He nuzzled the tip of her nose with his and his lips brushed against her mouth. “I think the time for talking is over. I gave you a command and you have two options. Get undressed, or this thing between you and I, ends right here and now. It’s your choice.”

  What did he mean? She swallowed back the lump in her throat. He could leave and never return. He could carry out whatever he planned when he came there. Or she could give into his demand—a request she wanted to obey—and see what he was really up to. For now, she would keep playing his game. “Okay.”

  He released his grip on her hair and took a step back from her.

  Bereft of his heat, the cool air sent a chill over her neck and shoulders. Facing away from him, Mya lifted her tee overhead and then unhooked her bra, letting them both fall to the floor. Her jeans were next as she slid them down her legs with her thong. Her heart hammered in her chest when she rose back up. She turned to look at him, and now that he didn’t appear as close, caught a better glimpse of him in the moonlight streaming through the windows.

  Damn, if he didn’t have a physique built to salivate over with broad shoulders and muscular arms—a powerful body promising sinful pleasure. As her gaze moved up, she tilted her head to the side. Along his strong jaw, a scar ran the length on the left side ending at his chin. Aos sí were never marred with imperfections—they were the embodiment of perfect beauty and radiance. Plus, they could heal themselves. It didn’t make sense.

  “Turn around now,” he ordered in dark raspy voice. “Bend over and touch the floor.” The muscles in his cheek clenched.

  “Why?’ she asked giving herself time to study the lines of his face, those perfect cheekbones and plump, heart-shaped lips. Even in the dimness of the room the scar made him appear dangerous, a danger she’d like to lose herself in. Every nerve ending in her body stirred and tingled.

  His lush lips hardened to a thin line, suggesting his patience ran thin. “Quit questioning me and do as instructed. This is your last warning.”

  The damned Unseelie side of her encouraged her to give in to her filthy inner desire for him. She wanted to cede to his power—to relinquish control to him. Mya bent over, placing her palms on the floor, exposing herself to him. Thankfully, they were in the dark.

  Heat flushed her chest, knowing he had an intimate look at her from behind. Silence reigned in the room. Never had she presented herself to anyone like this before, so defenseless and accessible. Her heart slammed against her sternum. Excitement and nervousness warred together. She swallowed hard, imagining him looking at the inner most parts of her.

  Smack! His hard hand landed on her ass.

  She screamed and tried to stand up, but his other hand pressed against her back keeping her from rising. Her teeth ground together. “What in the hell?”

  His open palm rubbed the sting. “This is for questioning me earlier. Disobey me again and your punishment will be more severe. I will not stop at a mere spanking. Do you understand?”

  Mya hissed in a breath against the pain stimulating through her from his odd form of discipline. A bead of moisture slide down her inner thigh and she was helpless against him. “Yes,” she rasped out.

  Smack! His hand struck her butt cheek again.

  She arched her shoulders at the smarting pain, biting her lip to keep from screaming out.

  “That’s for talking back to me.” He smoothed his palm over her flesh, alleviating some of the burn. “It will do you well to show me some respect, so you will address me as Sir.” He bent over and pressed his lips to her butt cheek, where the burning stung the worst, and placed a soothing kiss to her red-hot flesh. “And, you will only speak when I ask you a question. Do I make myself clear?”

  Mya exhaled in a rush, “Yes, Sir.” Hell on fire, this guy was going to be her undoing. How in the world did she get turned on by his rough treatment and spanking? She trembled, aching for more, more of the type of painful pleasure he could deliver. And why, of all the things, did she feel so desperate to seek his approval?

  “Good girl,” he said low and fierce. “Sit on the edge of the bed, facing the window,”

  The residual effects of his spankings left her tingling all over as she walked over to the side of her bed and sat on the edge. Moonlight streamed in through the window, shining a spotlight on her naked body, making her barer if at all possible. Her stomach fluttered and she wondered what he would do next.

  “Lie back,” he ordered from behind her.

  Slowly, she lowered herself on the bed and exhaled a shaky breath, staring at the ceiling. This was so unlike anything that was her, yet—she reveled in it. She never met anyone who measured up to this man, the presence of his commanding power, or the pure raw sexuality pouring from him—and Mya wanted all of him.

  “Open up. Let me see you.”

  Taking fast and shallow inhalations, she laid still. Did he want her to openly display herself to him? What I have gotten myself into? All of this was supposed to be a game and now, the reality of how vulnerable she became slapped her in the face.

  He moved into her line of vision and locked his eyes on hers.

  When he nodded for her to do as told, she widened her legs and choked back the nervousness threatening to overwhelm her.

  “More. Grab your knees and pull them to your chest. Present yourself to me.”

  Tension tightened her muscles. The two of them crossed a line the moment she took off her clothes and he spanked her—now she belonged to him. In this moment—he owned her. She forced herself to acquiesce to him and did as instructed, giving him an unobstructed view as she pulled her legs up.

  “Very nice. Spread your pussy lips for me.”

  Her sex clenched at his provocati
ve demand. The lines of what they were doing crossed further blurring with one another. She released one knee, keeping her leg propped up and used her fingers to spread her nether lips apart. To be so accessible to anything he would do to her, almost too much to handle. She squeezed her eyes shut.

  “Eyes on me, Mya.”

  With a start, she opened her eyes.

  He scrubbed a hand over his jaw and Mya caught the hunger in his gaze when he looked down. Under his inspection, she licked her dry lips, waiting—anticipating. More wetness pooled between her thighs and heat bloomed in her cheeks. Could he tell?

  “Massage your clit for me, but keep yourself open. I want to see every part of you.”

  She inhaled deeply. Keeping herself spread for him to see, she used the index finger on her left hand to stroke her clitoris. Waves of pleasure stormed through her body. She rubbed the hood, teasing herself and indulged in the thrilling touch.

  Her other half came roaring to life with a hungry vengeance and the game they played earlier jumped into the forefront of her mind, reminding her of the war inside of herself. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched him. He may think he possessed the upper hand, but by damn, she held all the cards. It’s me he wants. Engulf him in desire. He would rue the day he trespassed into her home and demanded her to submit to him.

  Moaning and arching her hips, she gave him a clearer view of her wet and throbbing entrance. Pressing harder in circular motions, her orgasm began to swell. You’ll never take my control.

  “Stop,” he rasped in the dark.

  “No,” Mya answered back with defiance. So damn close, she needed to finish. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Still exposed to him, she slipped a finger inside and angled her hips up.

  A low growl radiated from his chest and she couldn’t stop the smirk on her face. You’ll give in to me, so I can tie you down and whip you until you beg for my mercy. Breathing hard, she asked, “What did you expect? I thought you wanted to play?”

  Immediately, he hauled her off the bed and whirled her around. He pressed her down onto the mattress, bending her over.

  A hard smack landed on her ass, stinging her skin and she yelled into the comforter.

  Smack! Smack!

  Those spanks seared her tender cheeks even further and she screamed out again, pleading for him to stop. Two more smacks. Her eyes welled with warm moisture and the flesh on her behind felt on fire, but damn it all, she loved it. She sucked in a huge gulp of air. Tears slid down her face.

  He gently rubbed her burning ass. “You will do as I tell you to, Mya.”

  She arched up into his palm to get more of his soothing touch—to calm the raw and fuming flesh. His tender caress became more than something to alleviate the pain, it turned into a comfort. A comfort and forgiveness he provided after the punishment to her defiance and she craved it. This danger, the lack of control and the pain spurred a hunger in her that she’d never experienced.

  “Do you want more?” he asked in a low voice consumed with seduction and control.

  Whimpering, she arched further into his palm, trying to relieve the pain while seeking consolation from him.

  Smack! Smack!

  Shit. The stings shot from her skin through her entire body. That hadn’t been what she wanted, but desire raided every spot in her body and peaked at her hardened breasts. The biting pain turned into a wicked pleasure, only making her wetter. He made her more alive than anything else she experienced in her entire life and every time she thought she grasped the upper hand, his hand literally came crashing down on her rear end, putting her back in place.

  Mya got in over her head with him. This was a game she never played before and her lack of skill would ensure he won. She wiped the tears from her face and finally answered his previous question, “Yes Sir, I want more, please.” If only he’d bury into her to the hilt and end this torturous suffering.

  From behind, he reached around, sliding his hands between her body and the comforter. His thumbs and forefingers pinched her nipples as his warm body heat embraced her. Then, he flicked her tightened peaks.

  Zips of pain rushed to her sex, aching for his attention too, and she suffocated her moan by pressing her face into the comforter. The new levels of awareness he brought her to, overwhelmed her. When she raised her head, his shaft pushed against the spread of her cheeks. The rough material of his jeans chaffed her raw rear end, but she still managed to get closer to him. Cool air met her skin as he pulled back.

  Smack! He spanked her again. “Stop trying to take control, Mya.”

  Ugh. Need drew her to higher depths of ecstasy. She bit her lower lip, teeth digging into the flesh, while she tried to suppress the ache inside. To keep from begging out loud again, and to keep her body from taking the upper hand.

  “Keep up your insolence, Mya…” His dark voice rasped in her ear, “…And you will be punished further.”

  In spite of the throbbing desire taunting her between the thighs, a shiver ran down her spine. Remember, he knows your name and he probably planned this. It’s a game. Her lips hiked up into a sneer. “Then go ahead and punish me because you won’t win this one.”

  He turned and walked out of the room.

  What? That was his intention? To leave her wanting and needing for more like a wild animal—on the verge of an epic orgasm, completely unsatisfied after he spanked her into oblivion? He turned his back on her, a severe punishment indeed. She couldn’t let him go. He’d awoken something deep inside of her and her body ached for whatever he unleashed in her—it required he claim her.

  Naked, she bounded down the stairs after him. “I’m sorry Sir.”

  He stopped on the steps. His back faced her.

  Damn it, why did she want this with him? Her Unseelie side demanded she indulge her craving and turn control over to him—completely. “Please come back up, Sir.” No more games.

  She turned around and went back to the bedroom, hoping he followed. Like a good little girl, Mya bent over the bed and waited for his return. Silence reared its ugly head and it seemed like hours passed by, ticking away on the clock, until she heard the creak on the subfloor. He came back and she exhaled in relief.

  “You will submit to me fully?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t quite understand what was happening between them, but an overwhelming desire to please him overrode any other thoughts she held. She let go of everything, let go of herself, both of her crazy sides…to enjoy him.

  “Present yourself to me again.”

  She rolled over on the bed, careful not to put pressure on her sore bottom. Her breathing hitched as she spread her knees. He stood much closer this time, directly in front of her. An anxious vulnerability washed over her.

  In the dark, she couldn’t make out all of his features, but the muscles in his strong square jaw, clenched. The scar along his ridge of his jaw stood out in bold contrast to the lines of his gorgeous face. How did he get it?

  Seelie and Unseelies healed rapidly, they even had the magick to heal others. Their natural radiance kept their skin from being marked up. To have such a defect would affect the ability to mate with anyone of their race. The Aos sí only mated with those in their court to keep their bloodlines strong, so she wondered about his story or why he couldn’t be healed.

  The mysterious and provocative man tilted his head, studying her. “Do you want me, Mya?” His hand rubbed over the scar on his chin and she realized he was asking if his blemish bothered her.

  Her bottom lip trembled and she pulled it between her teeth. This man held total control over her and the situation. She didn’t bend over and get spanked by just anyone. Something about him drew her in though and she wanted the deeper attachment to him, barely able to stand it any longer—scar and all. “Yes, I want all of you Sir,” she answered in a rush.

  Using his forefinger, he circled around her nether lips. His feather light touch teased her entrance.

  Mya visibly quivered.

  “Do you always
give yourself over so willingly to men?” He cocked his rugged eyebrows.

  How dare him to suggest she was so easy. A stinging heat seared her cheeks. She didn’t just sleep with anyone on whim. Yes, she caved to him in a moment of passion, but everything inside of her burned for him. It screamed and demanded her to submit to him. And who the hell was he to judge her? She held his eyes and jutted her chin. “No, I don’t give myself to men like this.” Truth. She couldn’t lie if she wanted to. “Only you, Sir.”

  “Why me?” His finger caressed over her sensitive pearl, stroking gently.

  Mya moaned from the pleasure nipping at her core. She raised her hips slightly, pressing her clit harder against his fingertip. “I could ask you the same question.” He drove her freaking wild. She felt like a rabid animal and he was the only one capable to tame her, but she couldn’t tell him, because she didn’t quite understand it herself.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Cole knew Mya told the truth. It was physically impossible for an Aos sí to lie. However, that gave them a greater ability to confuse others with their words, sometimes talking in riddles in an attempt to mislead someone, more of an untruth. But her words were very straight forward. No, she didn’t give herself so willingly to other men—only him.

  This one was a fighter though…and responsive to him. The evidence of her swollen pussy lips and dripping wet sex gave her away. Her clit protruded from its hood as he pinched it and Mya sucked in a breath. Stunning. Something so satisfying about using a woman’s body to unleash her passions and it brought his twisted dark side out to play. As a reward for her obedience to relinquish all control to him, he slid his finger inside her. “You will let me do whatever I want to you?”

  At his question, her inner walls clenched around his finger. Apparently, she liked the idea of giving herself up to him. “Yes, Sir.” She angled her hips up, so his finger could penetrate her deeper, until his whole finger buried into her tight little channel, up to his knuckle.