Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“Lick me clean,” he ordered, keeping his hands tangled in her

hair.

She obediently licked his softening cock, running her tongue

along his skin. She tried not to miss a drop. It felt so good. The

orgasm itself had been massive. It was like a high-powered

locomotive barreling into her. This pleasure was softer, sweeter. It felt

like tenderness and caring.

And then it was gone. The connection was cut abruptly, and Meg

felt cold at its loss.

“What am I doing?” Beck asked in a rough voice. He let go of her.

She fell to the sand, completely exhausted.

She watched through languid eyes as he tucked himself back in

and refastened his trousers. She felt so peaceful and sweetly lethargic.

Now he would tell her how pleased he was with her. He would kiss

her and hold her. He would see to her pleasure. It would feel so good

to make love with him.

He didn’t look pleased as he reached down and hauled her up into

his arms.

“Cover yourself,” he ordered harshly.

She noted her robe had come open. Her breasts were bare, the

nipples puckered and wanting.

Meg began to come out of her pleasure-induced haze. Just minutes

before, she wouldn’t have cared if she had been completely naked to

the world. She had only cared about pleasing Beck, but now a flush of

shame suffused her. What had seemed so loving before now seemed

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perverse without his kindness. She was confused. He’d seemed

pleased with her, but his demeanor now told a different tale.

She pulled the sides of her robe together so she didn’t offend him