Chapter Three

 

 

“Remove your clothing,” Drostan said casually.

I stared at him—my heart racing—and then undid the zipper on the side of my dress. Drostan lifted his chin as I lifted the dress, and then I tossed it aside. I paused.

“Everything,” he ordered.

With shaking hands, I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I let it fall and then pushed down my panties. Drostan smiled and stood. I tensed as he approached me. His eyes wandered down my body, then he reached out and trailed his fingers lightly up my thigh and over my stomach. Drostan paused as he reached the underside of my breast, drawing one fingertip over the sensitive curve. I shivered, and my nipples tightened.

Drostan's eyebrow lifted, and his finger trailed further up to circle the hardened nipple. He stroked it lightly, then gave it a cruel pinch.

“Ow!” I slapped his hand away.

“I didn't want to have to do this so soon, Riley.” Drostan looked annoyed and disappointed. “I had hoped that we could ease smoothly into this; without any resistance from you. But I should have known that you were going to be difficult.”

“You pinched me!” I accused him.

“Yes, and I will do much more than that,” Drostan snapped. “If you cannot endure a little pinch, you'll not be able to provide me the entertainment I desire. So, we need to correct this behavior. Nip it in the bud.” He flicked my nipple.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You'll see,” Drostan said as he took my hand.

Drostan led me through the door I hadn't tested. It opened onto an antechamber which had three more door options; one on every wall. Drostan took the door to the left. The room we entered was full of strange devices—none of which I recognized—and there was also an assortment of tools laid out on a black-enameled table. The floor was cold marble, but there were fur rugs scattered across it. There was one such rug in the center of the room, beneath a rope that hung from the ceiling. Drostan went past it on his way to the table. He picked up a length of red ribbon and tied my wrists together with it. I swallowed past the nervousness creeping up my throat as he took me back to that hanging rope. Drostan tied the rope around the knot of the ribbon, right between my wrists, and tightened it until my arms were stretched straight above me. Then he stood back to admire his work.

“What's next; you spank me?” I growled. “That will just piss me off more, you know.”

“Spank you?” Drostan laughed. “You think this is a human sadism and masochism routine?”

I frowned.

“I am a fairy king, Riley,” he reminded me—again. “I would never be so boring.”

“Then what?”

Drostan picked up a metal bar from the table; it had manacles on each end. He fastened one to my left ankle, used the bar to push my legs apart, and then fastened the other to my right ankle. Drostan stood back and nodded in satisfaction. Then he crossed his arms and just stared at me. I was about to ask him if he thought he could break me with his stare of doom when I felt a little tickle on my calves.

My eyes shot down to see the air around my calves shimmering. Little sparks were flashing over my skin as a kneading sensation enveloped my lower legs. I sighed as I was massaged; all of the tension draining from my calves. Then the magical massaging mist traveled upwards. It relaxed my knees, then went on to my thighs; making me feel so languid that I found myself hanging from my wrists.

“Comfortable, Riley?” Drostan whispered in my ear.

My eyes jerked open to see him standing before me. He smiled and drew his hand over my womanhood. I flinched in shock; my legs trying to tense, but unable to do so with that massaging mist working them. Drostan stroked me again—this time more firmly—and parted my flesh. I gasped at the pleasure that shot down my legs; it was instant and intense. Then Drostan began to flutter his fingers against me, and I felt myself opening. A warm pressure spread me so that he could lightly—just a skimming touch—draw his finger over my clit.

I screamed in ecstasy, but it wasn't enough to satisfy me. I was riding the edge of desire—wild with need—and the fairy had only been seducing me for mere seconds.

“Hmm,” Drostan murmured as he lifted his finger to show me how wet it was. “That's promising.”

Drostan rubbed the moisture between his fingers as my eyes widened, then lowered his hand back to my sex. Another light motion across me and his finger came away slick. He inhaled deeply and smiled as he headed back to the table. Drostan wiped his hand on a cloth there and then leaned against the wall. The shimmer continued to massage me as another sensation started along my rib cage. My stomach tightened as a tickling began in earnest, working its way up to my armpits. I jerked and giggled as I was tickled, and Drostan's eyes began to glow. I noticed that they were fastened on my jiggling breasts.

Drostan continued to stare at me as he pushed off from the wall and stalked over. As my upper body writhed and my lower tried to melt away, he took my left breast in hand and pinched my nipple. I cried out, and he immediately covered my nipple with his mouth. The sucking sensation—hot and wet—right after the pinch, was incredible, but combined with the massaging below and the tickling above, it was nearly unbearable. I shivered and started to reach my release.

Drostan drew away as soon as I began that upward climb of pleasure and all sensation stopped. I jerked in the shock of sudden abandonment; my body clenching with need. But my thighs were too far apart—I couldn't even tighten them and find some relief on my own. And my arms were high overhead; beginning to make my shoulders ache.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Drostan asked casually.

“Fuck you, fairy,” I whispered.

Drostan nodded and looked me over; as if trying to figure out the problem I was posing. With a wave of his fingers, the rope came undone, and I fell forward into his arms. He laid me down on the fur rug; leaving my ankles in the manacles but releasing my wrists from the ribbon. An invisible weight settled over my stomach, holding me down as he placed my arms at my sides. The pressure between my legs was still there; holding me open. Drostan leaned on an elbow—lying on his side beside me with his head near my knees—and stared at my exposed flesh.

“I think I'll remove your hair from your pussy,” he said conversationally.

“What?” I tried to sit up, but couldn't.

“Don't worry, it will be painless,” he promised a second before he waved his hand at my lady bits.

A warmth was all I felt as I watched the hair disappear from my pussy. Only a tiny thatch of red hair remained; in the shape of a triangle, pointing down. Drostan smiled.

“There; that's lovely.” He sat up and surveyed me. “Now for some jewelry.”

Drostan got up and went to the table again; returning with a wooden box in his hands. He sat beside me and opened the box. Out came a pair of gold hoops. There was a tiny loop at the base of each hoop. Drostan bent over me—holding my arm down with his belly—and covered my breast with his mouth again. The feeling of him sucking on me and the pressure of his hard stomach against my arm was exquisite. But Drostan pulled his mouth away too soon—drawing my nipple with him—and used the lubrication to slip one of the hoops over my pert nipple. He blew over it, and the metal tightened just enough to stay put. Then he did the same procedure to my other breast.

“That will keep your nipples erect,” he said, “as I prefer them to be. But the hoops also come in handy for attaching things like this.”

Drostan held up a thin gold chain before attaching one end to the little loop at the base of a golden hoop, then the opposite end to the other hoop. He dropped the chain to dangle between my breasts. Drostan gave it an experimental tug, and pleasure zipped out across my chest. I couldn't stop my moan from escaping.

But he wasn't finished. Drostan buckled a leather collar around my neck. It had more loops; one at the front and one at the back. He pulled a length of translucent chain from the box and showed it to me.

“This is shiver chain,” he said.

“Did you say silver?” I asked. “It doesn't look like silver.”

“No; shiver,” he affirmed as he attached one end of the chain to the collar.

As soon as the chain touched my skin, I knew why it was named such. It was soft as silk and thrummed with energy. I sucked in a breath as Drostan laid it between my breasts; beneath the gold chain and over my belly. Then he drew it between my legs and began to slide it beneath me. I tried to push him away, but Drostan only flicked a finger at me, and my hands flew back to the floor, above my head.

“You need to learn—immediately—that every freedom you have will be one that I allow you,” Drostan growled. “And if you abuse your freedoms, I will take them from you.”

Another flick of his hand, and I was rolled to the side. Drostan drew the chain up to the back of the collar and fastened it. I could feel it holding my womanhood open below; half of it, anyway. Drostan rolled me onto my back and removed another length of shimmering chain from the box. He attached the new chain to the collar like he did the last, and drew it around me; except this time, he angled it to the left instead of the right. When Drostan fastened the chain to the loop at the back of the collar, the invisible pressure holding me open disappeared, replaced with the new pressure of the chains.

I struggled, trying to ease away from the lightly thrumming chain, but all that did was make it rub me harder. The way Drostan had placed them had angled the chains along the sides of my clit, and each movement sent a surge of pleasure through me.

“Perfect,” Drostan said as he removed the bar from between my legs.

Drostan helped me up and led me back into the other room.

“Stay here,” he commanded and left me standing in the center of the room.

Drostan went to a wooden chest set against one wall and took out some scraps of silk. He returned to me and started tying the pieces of silk on me they were underwear. The panties had ribbons on each side and felt like heaven on my overheated flesh. The bra was a joke; triangles of fabric that barely covered me. Drostan waved his hand, and the silk bra tightened; lifting my breasts while pushing my nipples against the silk; you could clearly see their outline as well as that of the gold hoops. He took a second to rub each nipple before he went back to the chest. Drostan withdrew a silk robe and helped me into it. After tying the robe loosely around my waist, he pulled the gold chain out so that it hung over the white silk.

“Lovely.” He sighed. “All right, Riley, I think you're ready.”

“For what?” I asked suspiciously.

“For dinner, of course.” Drostan smiled and led me out of the room.