“No, you’re on lockdown for now.”
“What, am I punished for defending myself?”
“Well, maybe if you hadn’t persuaded Xander to take you out to a pub, you wouldn’t have gotten into that situation.”
I nodded, crossing my arms. And there was the asshole Yosef back again. “So, it’s my fault for getting assaulted.”
He grimaced. “Of course not. Don’t be silly. If I had been there, I would have done what you both did. That isn’t the point. You aren’t supposed to be seen.”
“But if I disappear, won’t people go looking for me since I made such an impression?”
He gave me his deadpan eyes. “No.”
I threw my half-eaten pastry at him, and it bounced off his forehead. He gave me an incredulous look, and I laughed as the gooey center of the pastry slid down his nose. Zelda gasped and walked toward him, but Yosef raised a hand to stop her, his stony golden eyes on me.
“Zelda, you may go.”
Zelda rushed out, eyes straight ahead, but I saw a sliver of fear behind them. I smirked and sat back, trying my best to perfect a cool pose, but internally worried that Yosef might show me his ugly side. Yet, something about his controlled anger made me dampen. I really was more messed up than I thought.
Yosef picked up a cloth and wiped his face. “You are a brat. You have been since you arrived.”
He tossed the cloth at me, and I batted it away. “Well, you can’t just kidnap me, then let me go out in your cool, awesome city, and then just take it away.”
He bared his teeth at me in what was supposed to be a grin but looked like a snarl. Maybe it was meant to be both. “I can do what I want, and I have rules for a reason. You have Xander wrapped around your pinkie. Not me. I control what happens here. Understood?”
I pressed my lips tight. I knew he had the cards, but he didn’t have to remind me.
He stood up but didn’t move further. “If you’re going to be difficult, you will get punished. Maybe I should have done that earlier.”
I raised a confused brow. What kind of punishment was he talking about? I was not a child. “What are you talking about?”
“Stand up.”
He said those two words with such power that my knees buckled. Okay, he probably used his fae magic. He put a hand on the table, leaning over me, and his eyes became surprisingly playful. Heat simmered within me at his dominance over me. I wasn’t a timid woman, but sometimes a girl liked to be controlled, respectfully. If he wasn’t going to actually torture me, maybe being punished wouldn’t be so bad.
I stood up slowly.
He looked down at the table. “Hands on the table.”
His voice was low, and the bass skipped across my spine. Damn it, I was going to do what he said.
I bent over the table, my heartbeat racing with excited expectation.
“Good girl,” he drawled.
Fuck me. My core throbbed in my panties. I think he unlocked a new kink drawer for me. Was I a praise girl? Was a verbal pat on the head my thing now?
He walked behind me, and I held my breath, waiting eagerly for his next move. He hiked up my dress and laid a warm hand on my ass. He rubbed up and down, pinky finger very close to my mound. My pussy buzzed with need. So far, this wasn’t feeling like much of a punishment, and I was very fine with that.
And then I felt a stinging slap to my exposed bottom. The contact was quick, and my clit tingled, forcing me to suck in a breath. He rubbed his hand over my bottom again, removing the heat of the sting. I wiggled my ass at him, wanting more, my panties a soaking mess.
He leaned forward, and I could feel him pressed against me, at attention. “She likes it,” he said in my ear. His breath tickled my skin, and I bit my lip, trying my best to stay on my feet. “I can smell just how much you like it.”
He spanked me again a little harder, and I let out a yelp. It hurt a little, but the quick feel of his hand rubbing my ass soothingly, his manhood pressed tight against me, sent me dripping.
He moved his hand between my thighs, running his fingers over my slick dripping down my skin. I’d never gotten this wet before. Was it because he was an alpha? I almost lost my mind. His fingers were so close to my center, my legs began to shake with desire. This fae would ruin me.
I turned slightly to him just in time to see him lick my slick off his fingers, his lids lowering. My legs turned to rubber. How was I still standing?
