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Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Saturday, March 21, 2015

#Spicy #Saturday #Excerpt From #Bound By The #Summer #Prince! :-)

Roni gulped. Uaine had placed a shallow platform against the wall for her to stand on, to make the difference in their heights less of a complication. He had then placed restraints on the wall, in the perfect positions to hold her ankles when she stood on the platform, and her wrists if she held them up by her head. The restraints were wide, padded, leather cuffs with buckles. They looked comfortable enough, it was clear he had no intention of causing her injury, but were intimidating all the same.

"What do you think?" He asked, causing her to whip her head back around to meet his eyes.

"You obviously have some delusion of me allowing you to put me in those." she stated.

Uaine watched his mate's face, she was always so careful to guard her expressions, but sometimes a flicker of what she felt would show. Trepidation slid briefly through her eyes, but also excitement. She wasn't as opposed to the idea as she pretended.

While he would never attempt to coerce his Anamchara to do anything she truly did not wish to do, he was reasonably certain she was willing to be persuaded in this, and he hoped that making her reliant on him in this way would deepen their bond. He knew she did not trust him with her heart, but perhaps that would come if he could get her to trust him with her body.

"You are afraid." He teased.

Roni's nostrils flared as she bristled at the accusation. "I fear nothing! Certainly not you! Don't you keep telling me that you're bound to me by some mystical bond? You can't hurt me!"

Reaching out to cup her cheek gently, Uaine smiled. "No, I can't hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. I would sooner plunge a dagger into my own heart, than allow a single hair on your head to be harmed. So will you not indulge me in this? I promise you will not be disappointed."

Momentarily allowing her eyes to slide closed at the feel of his hand against her face, Roni forced herself to put aside her weakness, her craving for touch, and consider her options. She could flatly refuse, and insist on remaining unfettered while they played; it was clear he would not force the issue. Her past had taught her enough about how a male's body worked, that she was sure she could make the experience memorable for him.

On the other hand, he so rarely asked her for anything that it was becoming difficult to play on his feelings. Con games worked best when the mark had expectations that she could either fulfill or deny. It was true that she had to assert her independence, so that he would work to please her and she could use that to manipulate him into doing what she wanted. But she also needed him to feel as if she were forming a connection with him. If she frustrated all of his efforts, he might give up altogether, and then she'd be stuck. Besides, this would hardly be the first time she'd been tied up during sex.

No matter how boring or distasteful she ended up finding the encounter, she was sure she'd be able to feign enough enthusiasm to satisfy him; she always had before. It had become clear long ago that males generally had no idea, or interest in, how to please a female; as long as she made the right sounds at the right moments, and told them how wonderful they were, it kept them happy. Sex was just one more tool to be used to manage people, especially males.

Still, she'd have to lay some ground rules. He had told her he was tens of thousands of years old, but that didn't mean he knew how to play this game without hurting her. She knew he didn't intend to cause her harm, but there was a difference between hurting someone and damaging them. Being willing to humor him didn't extend as far as allowing him to torture her without limits. She cocked an eyebrow. "Okay, but first we have to agree on the terms."

"Terms?" He smiled. "You enjoy turning everything into a negotiation, don't you? Very well, what are your terms?"

Ignoring his dig she said; "First, I'll need a word or phrase to say if I want you to stop. It has to be something I wouldn't say otherwise, and I must have your word that if I say it you'll stop immediately."

Uaine's eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. Would she really question something so basic? "Of course!! You will have a safeword, it would be impossible to engage in such play without one, and if I gag you then we will first agree upon a gesture that will serve the same purpose. I suggest the word 'stad,' it means 'stop' in the old language, and should be easy to remember."

Roni nodded. "That will do. Also, if I agree to this then you have to agree to do something that I ask of you."

He laughed. "I thought that might be one of your terms. What would you like me to do?"

She gave him a naughty grin. "I don't know yet, but I'm sure something will come up." She reached out and ran her hand over his hip, heading towards his groin.

He intercepted her hand and raised it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "I have no doubt that the appropriate eventuality will arise." He teased while making gentle circles with his thumb against her palm. "But I reserve the right to refuse one request. Agreed?"

Sighing, Roni nodded. "Agreed."

Smiling, Uaine brought both of his hands up to cup her face tenderly. He laid the most chaste of kisses on her mouth, and when she tried to deepen it he used the grip he had on her chin to restrain her.

Roni's eyes had somehow closed when she felt his lips against hers, but when he pulled away they flew open and met his. She saw him grinning down at her, and, taking a deep breath, she tried to settle herself. Perhaps several thousand years was enough time for a male to finally learn a few tricks about pleasing a female.

Uaine gently maneuvered his Anamchara so that her back was between the restraints. He didn't raise her up onto the platform yet, but he took her hands and placed them next to her head on the wall. Lightly pressing on them, he looked into her eyes to see if she understood she was to keep them there. When she nodded, he lowered his hands to her shoulders, massaging them, and then ran them slowly down her body. His thumbs brushed almost imperceptibly over her breasts, and he felt her nipples harden.

Smiling to himself at her responsiveness, his hands drifted lower; over her hips and thighs, squeezing slightly as they moved, until he reached the hem of her dress. With one quick motion, he grabbed her garment and lifted it over her head. Her arms pulled through cleanly, and he dropped the clothing on the ground. Pausing a moment, he allowed himself to admire the beauty of his female in her undergarments. Heat filled his eyes as he thought about how he would worship her body.

Roni gasped in surprise as her dress flew over her head, and then smiled at the look on Uaine's face. That was the type of desire she wanted to see when a male looked at her in lingerie; it went a long way towards soothing the hurt caused by his previous rejection. With challenge in her eyes, Roni stepped back and up onto the platform, keeping her hands next to her head.

Uaine licked his lips, and hoped that his mate was enjoying their game as much as she seemed to be. The playfulness in her expression made him think she might be...now he just needed to put some heat in her eyes. Reaching up, he moved her arms lower so he could slide the straps of her bra down; but he had never seen a Fae female wear such a garment, and the method for removing it completely escaped him.

Laughing at his confusion, Roni reached behind herself and unhooked the clasp of her bra. She allowed it to slowly drift down until her chest was fully revealed, reveling in her lover's response to his first sight of her uncovered breasts. She was proud of the fact that even with such a large bust, removing the support resulted in barely any sagging at all. The garment fell from her fingers, and she kicked it away.

Leaning toward his Anamchara, Uaine put his hands on her forearms and pinned them against the wall as his lips moved slowly from her shoulder to the hollow just below her ear. He breathed against her, and allowed his shirt-covered chest to brush lightly against her swollen nipples. A shudder went through her as he moved both of her wrists into the restraints.

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