Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“Language,” Cian explained with a smile on his face. Cian winked

at her. He moved into position behind her. His hand went to the waist

of her skirt. “It’s time for this to come off, sweetheart. You’re going

to take care of Beck, and I’m going to have a little playtime with that

sweet pussy of yours.”

“Not a word,” Beck warned when she opened her mouth to ask a

question. “The only word you need to use is, ‘yes.’ Now, lift up and

let Ci take off that skirt.”

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She did as he asked, and Cian’s hands smoothed the garment off

her body. He pressed his pelvis against her backside, letting her feel

how much he wanted her as his hand undid the ties on her shirt.

“I love these tits,” he said, cupping them as he pushed his erection

against the folds of her ripe pussy. Meg moaned as he teased her. He

made sure he never hit her clitoris.

Beck looked down on her with approval in his gaze. “Ci can play

with you all he likes as long as you do what you’re told, Meg. Do you

understand?”

“He’s the carrot, and you’re the stick,” Meg said, trying to push

back against the very large carrot in question. Cian laughed and

smacked her ass again. “I mean, yes,” she corrected quickly.

“Better, love,” Beck said, standing up.

He pushed his pants off his hips and tossed them aside. He did the

same with his shirt. Cian pulled Meg into position. Her hands stayed

in front of her as Cian continued to torture her with his cock and his

fingers. They slid through her soaking wet slit. Meg whimpered

because he kept her perfectly aroused with no real hope of coming.

She would have to please Beck before she had any chance at pleasure.

She felt like a sweet little toy between them.