Bound (A Faery Story 1)

had seen what he needed. Beck’s gray eyes were kind as he looked

down on her. His sensual lips were close, so close she could feel the

heat coming off his body. His face was barely an inch from hers. He

kissed her forehead gently.

“Sorry, love. I’m your home now.” He leaned over, and his mouth

covered hers.

All thoughts fled. Meg could do nothing but concentrate on his

lips and the feel of his hands. When his tongue reached out, she found

herself softening under his dominance and letting it inside her mouth.

His hands tightened and wound around her waist. She felt so delicate

against him, a sensation she had never had before. With previous

lovers, and there hadn’t been many, she had always felt ungainly and

awkward. She never knew what to do to please them. She was far too

shy to ask them for what she wanted. The result had been a short

series of disappointing encounters. Her own husband had left her,

telling her she didn’t know how to please a man.

But she could feel Beck’s desire. He wasn’t playing a game. He

took what he wanted, and it did something for Meg. She’d read about

Dominance and submission and the fine art of BDSM, but putting the

theory to the test was something different. The chains suddenly felt

sensual rather than menacing. They held her for his pleasure.

Bound

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“You’re so beautiful.” Beck sighed in her ear when he broke the

kiss, moving to press his lips to her neck. His hands traced a path

from her waist to the cheeks of her ass. He pressed his body against

her. “I have to know for sure, though. Please understand, I have to

know…”

His fingers found her clitoris and began rubbing sweet, firm

circles.