Bound (A Faery Story 1)

curious query. The thought of being put over his knee, completely

naked and open, and having that big hand smack her ass was really

stimulating. She thought about the one time she’d asked Michael to

spank her. She had been curious. He’d rolled his eyes and called her a

pervert. Beck might think the same thing.

“If I had no other choice, I would spank you,” Beck said grimly.

Meg nodded, trying not to think about how he would trace the line

of her spine while she was across his knee, open and vulnerable to

him. She turned back to the fire so he wouldn’t see how her cheeks

were flushed as she thought about how she would wait, anticipating

the blow, her pussy getting wet at the thought.

“You talked about marriage and the Fae rules being in play when

you got marrie

d. What did you mean if you weren’t talking about our

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marriage?” Beck asked quietly. There was suspicion in his voice, like

he already knew the answer.

It was an effective way to shut down her arousal. Thinking of

Michael Starke immediately made her think of humiliation. Despite

his assertion that she was a pervert, humiliation wasn’t her thing. “I

was married once. We got a divorce.”

“He allowed you to get away from him?”

Meg laughed, but it was a bitter sound. “Honey, he packed my

bags and shoved me to the street. He literally did that. He needed me

out of the apartment before his new girlfriend showed up. She was a

nurse. She made more money than I did, so she could take better care

of him than I could.”

“What?” Beck was on his feet, his hand rubbing his head as he

paced. “He forced you to support him? What kind of a man was he?”