Chapter 66 Fragile fairy
“I want to play.” Hale’s voice had replaced Draki’s by my headside.
His breath was warm, whispering over my lips like a shadow, so close that my body tensed in anticipation.
But our lips never touched.
“Do you want to play with me?” He was teasing me, holding his lips right above mine, so torturously close I could smell the leafy note and lingering syrup of sweetened tea on his breath.
“Yes.” I whispered into the darkness, my nipples so hard they’d begun to hurt. A thrill of cold air slid across them and I shifted on the bed.
I had never felt so exposed. Not even crawling on my hands and knees.
They could see me, all parts of me with my legs raised and parted. But I was lying in a pool of darkness.
I heard the soft rustle of silk at that moment. My breath caught.
What is that? What were they going to do with silk, and how near was it?
My toes curled into sheets as I struggled to keep my body still. I did not look forward to being punished again.
“She’s so tense.” Draki’s voice came from somewhere around the foot of the bed, before my parted legs.
“Count backward with me, fairy.” Hale had moved, his voice coming from around near my hip area.
“Thirty.”
I moaned, my hips jerking off the bed. He was blowing air. Right against my clit.
“You’re not counting, Lys.” His voice turned stern, and I licked my lips nervously.
Twenty nine
Twenty-eight.
I sucked in a short gasp at the sudden light brush against my temple. Soft musk with a hint of lily.
That was silk, and it had to be Draki, who was standing by my headside now, because I could still feel that warm air between my legs, torturing my clit, cool against the hot wetness between my legs.
Twenty seven
“So beautiful,” Draki observed, and Hale groaned in agreement, holding his lips just a hair’s breath away from my clit, blowing air through parted lips, just as his lover ran the silk down my neck, very lightly, lingering for half a second against my artery.
“I like this.” Draki hummed, as if my body was a factory-made product he was inspecting. “I am beginning to get real attached, Lys.”
The silk traced down my collarbone. I tightened my grip on the sheets, struggling not to squirm.
At this point, goosebumps covered every inch of my skin.
The silk was as delicate as feathers, spreading light kisses along my skin that had already been made extra sensitive from the spanking.
“Trust me, you don’t want him attached, Lys.” Hale moved his lips away and I exhaled in relief. “Daine can be really demanding. He could show up to that academy just to fuck you.”
My body shivered and they laughed, amused dark gods.
My skin flushed, embarrassed that my body had exposed how I liked the thought of that.
“Hale’s got a thing for exaggeration…” The silk was gliding across my breasts now, deliberate, maintaining a maddening restraint from my nipples, leaving my mouth slack and soundless.
We’ll not consummate this till you are absolutely begging for it.
They had me. I was on the verge of begging at this point.
Between that stroking silk, as barely-there as Hale's magic fingers, and the spanking that left me with a mix of sweet and sore, I was ready to be fucked. Now.
“...but now that he’s said that,” that grounding bass continued, contemplative as he traced the silk down to my abdomen.
I whimpered as my abs clenched.
“... I find that I cannot get it out of my mind now.”
Please! The word was in my throat.
I could have said chocolate instead, put a stop to my torture, get out of bed and go get dressed for the event Hale and I had to be at.
But instead, my throat muscles were flexing, practicing an entirely opposite word, please.
“Would you like that, Pet?” Draki asked, and I immediately felt someone by my side. He smelled like peppermint.
“You’re good, sweetheart?”
The first tear slid down the side of my eyes then. I felt his hesitation, knowing he would have wiped it off immediately if we were not playing this no-touching game.
He was always, still is, so attentive to me, noticing the slightest changes.
“Yes,” I said finally, in response to both their questions.
My clit was swollen to the point of aching, engorged with my need for release.
“Please,” I said aloud.
The silk was making a reverse on my abdomen, back to my chest. Swat!
My back arched off the bed as he struck my nipples with the silk, a stinging flick across my chest.
And then he started to spin it around, toying with me, light enough to make me scream, round and round with the dizzying speed of a ballerina.
I squirmed, buckled, groaned.
How could ordinary silk, just silk, reduce me to this?
“I want you.” I gasped now.
I had their attention. I could not see them behind these blindfolds, and the silk continued to move. But I knew I had their attention.
“...want both of you. Please… inside me.” My words came out in gasps and moans, nearly incoherent. “I can’t take it anymore.”
There was no dark laughter this time. No words either.
Just a long stretch of silence, routinely broken by my moans, stutters, gasps. By the rustle of dark silk sheets beneath me every time my body moved on the bed.
“Can you come like this doll?” Draki’s voice was quiet, but Hale shifted beside me.
The smell of his blossoming unease was unmistakable, and I only understood his skepticism when I felt a swipe down my labia.
My thighs clenched.
The silk swatted, a biting lash.
My voice carried to the ceiling.
And suddenly, the swirls began, he made the silk lick at my clit, tease my labia even further apart, smear my wetness, as gentle as a lover’s caress.
My eyes popped beneath the blindfolds. Surges of sweet vibration started behind my pussy walls and swam up to my abdomen. And soon my pelvic muscles were squeezed into a tight fist.
“Yes, I can.” I said in a breathless whisper, panting as the force rushed at me.
“You see,” the detached bass voice said, “Have a little more faith in your fairy, will you. She’s not entirely fragile.”
My pussy clenched to that cold voice, deep, so deep. “Come now, my pet.”
He cracked the silk across my nipples again, and I came undone.