Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
It was definitely time to finish the shoot.
Chapter 16
Luca
“I’ve trapped my pretty fairy.” Circling Emerson, I caught the perfect angle with the wings shimmering in the light and the bead of precum decorating his hard cock like a jewel.
It would’ve been perfect just like that, but the way his arms were restrained over his head with a rough-looking cord took it to the next level. “Now I just have to decide what to do with him.”
We’d got the last of the photos that were going to be for public viewing, but now I was just enjoying pushing my sexy doll to the edge.
My fairy captive was so good and so still, but his cock was achingly hard and I could see the need radiating from his eyes.
But he couldn’t beg.
He couldn’t even whimper for more. The fairy doll was just an inanimate object for his Owner to use and to play with.
And my sweet doll had been so good while I’d played with him, it was time to reward us both. He needed to come and I couldn’t wait to watch him.
Setting down the camera, I felt his desperation go up a notch when he realized I was ready to have some hands-on play with my fairy. But how to enjoy him? I knew from our first scene that once he was this desperate it wouldn’t take much for him to come, but I wanted it to be perfect for him.
Glancing around the room, I searched for a prop that would work for torturing a sexy fairy princess.
The feather seemed like it would belong in a different scene, so I tucked that idea into the back of my mind for later. The Beast seemed like he was a paddle kind of Dom, so that wouldn’t work for this scene either. Ah, the crop.
Anyone who was evil enough to have trapped a sexy fairy would definitely have a crop.
Picking it up just out of Emerson’s sight, I trailed the end up the inside of his thigh. He almost came. His restraint was threadbare and I had a feeling his hold on the rope was the only thing keeping him steady.
“Fairy captives need to be punished and tortured.” The barest tap to his other thigh had a shiver racing through him, but it was the faint caress between his legs that had every muscle clenching.
Was he wondering if I’d swat him there?
Nothing that he’d said in our discussions on his limits said he’d have a problem with it, but if I was going to give my fairy captive a bit of pain, I wanted to fuck with his mind first.
“But there are so many tempting places that I could torture my fairy princess.” Teasing swats low on his ass cheeks got a nice barely audible whine, but there was something in his eyes as I slowly trailed the sexy toy around his body that said he liked watching as much as he liked the painful pleasure.
“I just have to decide what’s going to be the most fun.” Stopping in front of him to give him what he wanted, I teased the inside of his thighs again and slowly caressed over his pretty balls.
There.
That was it.
His eyes went soft and hazy, as the fantasy of being tortured built in his mind. Emerson’s vivid imagination was utterly perfect for this type of fantasy. Having to keep it all internalized made everything even more intense for my pretty sub.
The desperation kept building with no way of escape.
No pleas or whines, no begging or whimpering.
He just had to take everything I gave him…and I knew just what my naughty fairy captive would want. “Fairies are just so tender and so sensitive.”
One tap to the underside of his cock was all it took.
He cried out, his body shaking and his legs going wobbly as his orgasm fired through him. Wrapping one arm around his torso, I tossed the flogger to the floor and gave his hard cock a few rough strokes to keep the pleasure going as long as possible.
When he went soft and smiley, I released his softening cock and then freed the rope from the hook hanging from the ceiling. “There you go. Let’s get you free.”
“Never.” He leaned into me, not helping at all as he sighed and smiled. “I like being captured by you, Owner.”
“Because you’re my sweet doll.” Grateful I’d made the rope easy to release, I had him free in seconds. “You’re a very good doll, pretty one.”
We stood there cuddling for several long moments while he caught his breath before he kissed my neck and let out a happy sigh. “That was perfect, Owner. I was such a good fairy and you were wonderfully evil.”
His confidence was delightful, but the way he praised me for being wonderfully evil made me chuckle. “Thank you.”