Bound (A Faery Story 1)

‘bound,’ let’s talk about tying me up.”

Beck turned. He knew his face was a mask of horror. Bound was

exactly how he wanted her. He wanted her tied up for his pleasure. It

would be a horrible mistake. “Absolutely not.”

She would be helpless against him if he tied her down. If her arms

and legs were tied to his bed, she would have no way to fight him, to

stop him when he lost control. His dick hardened again at the thought

of her in the marketplace. She had been so beautiful with her arms

chained above her head. He had wanted nothing more than to take her

like that. He had wanted to force his dick into her pussy and then

tunnel his way into her tight little ass. If they started down this path,

he wouldn’t be able to stop. She had no idea what she was asking for.

He had to stop this here and now.

“Meg,” he said, turning to her. “I expect you to act like a lady. I

know you are not from this plane, and perhaps the men on your world

have no honor, but here we treat our women with respect. We also

expect them to behave in a proper fashion.”

Meg’s chin tilted upwards, and she walked straight up to him. She

had to crane her neck up to look at him, but they were toe to toe. “Just

what are you saying, Beck? What am I acting like?”

“You’re acting like a…” Some primitive survival instinct took

over, and he shut his mouth. Women didn’t like that word.

“I think he means a whore,” Cian said helpfully from the doorway

to the bedroom.

When the hell had he shown up? Beck quickly answered his own

question. Cian would have felt the minute Beck started to make love

to Meg. They felt strong physical reactions in the other when they

were in close proximity.

“Yes,” Meg said righteously. “That’s what I figured.”

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