Bound (A Faery Story 1)

“No,” Meg panted, everything in her responding to this man. This

was insane. She was not going to stand here and let this man take her.

Her mind said no, but her body and soul were not in alignment with

the thinking pattern. Her pussy was wet and pulsing for him. She

pushed against his hand. Oh, she wanted this. Why did she have to

want this? “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I won’t stop.” Beck groaned between his clenched teeth.

“Come for me, a stoirin.”

Meg didn’t understand what he said, but she felt the intent behind

the endearment. She moaned and stopped fighting him. Fighting

hadn’t gotten her a thing so far. Maybe, just maybe, she could find

another way out, but for now, she wanted what he was offering. His

hands felt so perfect on her body. Never before had anyone played her

like a finely tuned instrument, but Beck was her musician.

He gently forced two fingers high into her cunt, keeping the

pressure on her clit with his thumb. An amazing sensation swept

through her as he fucked her with his fingers. In and out. In and out. It

was better than any previous cock she’d had. Something was

happening. Some odd and yet familiar connection seemed to open

between them, but before she could process it, her body fell over the

precipice, and she couldn’t think any more. Meg came, sobbing

against his shoulder. The orgasm strummed neatly through her body,

making her languid and submissive.

At the instant of her orgasm, she would have sworn she could feel

herself as though she was Beck. His fingers pressed high into her heat

as though for the slightest moment she could feel what he was feeling,

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warmth, sweet wetness, and a rigid hardness begging to be set loose.

It had been so odd. It was almost as if, for that moment, she had been