Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Book 7)

by Nicole Edwards

  His arms tightened around me as he settled into the kiss.

  “What was that for?” he whispered when we broke for air, his forehead pressing to mine.

  I grinned. “Because I love you.”

  His eyes warmed. “I love you, too.”

  “I know. I’m irresistible.”

  He laughed again and I hoped it was a sound I would hear more of.

  IAN

  “Thanks, Ransom. Send us the itinerary.”

  “Will do. Your flight leaves at eight in the morning. Puts you in LA in time for rush hour.”

  “Great. Nothing I enjoy more. Appreciate it.”

  He chuckled. “Anything I can do for a friend.”

  The call disconnected, and when I set my phone on my desk, I noticed Isaac watching me.

  “LA,” I told him. “Some society princess is having a birthday bash this weekend. Needs extra security.”

  “Friend of Trent’s?” he asked.

  “Yep. He’s trying to drum up business, offered to send a couple of guys out to watch over her.”

  “No threat?”

  “Just some stalker. According to Ransom, he seems harmless, but he said not to underestimate him. Asked that we stick with her for a few days until he can get someone else assigned long-term.”

  Isaac nodded, his gaze sweeping toward the stairs.

  “They’re fine,” I assured him.

  From the moment Dante and Everly had left for the movies, Isaac had been on edge, although he was doing his damnedest to hide it. It wasn’t working, but I gave him credit for trying.

  I knew he would worry until they walked through the door. I could’ve told him he had nothing to worry about because I’d already done the research necessary to ensure all was as it should be. The article in the paper was true. The devil and his spawn had been taken care of. Dante did not have to look over his shoulder or worry about a crazed, sadistic bastard stalking him or those he cared about ever again.

  Returning my attention to my computer, I finished up the list I’d been working on. Chores for Dante and Everly, at their request. It was lengthy and would keep them busy for the most part.

  “He needs a new car,” Isaac mentioned, drawing my attention toward him.

  “I agree, but I don’t think he’ll feel the same.”

  The one thing I’d gotten from Dante was that he did not want to be anyone’s charity case. It wasn’t like I could go out and buy him a car and expect him to drive it. It would have to be more subtle than that and Isaac knew it, too. And while I wouldn’t do that to him, I wasn’t above using Everly’s safety as a bargaining chip. It was how I’d convinced him to take the Escalade rather than his hunk of junk for their trip to the movies.

  Perhaps he’d consider that. Taking the Escalade and we could buy something else. Maybe another just like it. I smiled at the thought. Manipulation at its finest.

  Isaac’s cell phone buzzed and we both stared at it.

  He smiled. “They’re on the way home. Want to know if they should pick up something for dinner.”

  “Pizza,” I suggested.

  Isaac relayed the message, then turned back to his computer.

  “Who’s the society princess?” he asked.

  I rattled off the name, knowing he would want to do a search, find out as much information as he could. “Oh, and I talked to Triton about the surprise party for Everly. He jotted us down for two weeks from Saturday.” I smirked over at him. “I’ll work with Talon on the logistics.”

  Isaac grinned. “I’ve got some ideas on that.”

  “I’m sure you do. I’m thinking we’ll have the submissives working the party.”

  “As furniture,” he noted, still staring at his screen.

  “Absolutely. I do get a kick out of that shit.”

  “So does Everly.”

  “Yeah, she does.”

  “Oh, and I got Dante a dog,” Isaac said absently, as though that news wouldn’t have my full attention.

  “A dog?” I frowned. “What the hell are we—”

  “Not we,” he interjected. “Dante. I heard him talking to Everly. Apparently, he’s always wanted one. Found a little guy at the pound looking for a home.”

  “What kind?”

  He shrugged. “Some retriever mix, they said. He’s getting snipped, then I can go pick him up.” He peered over at me. “Thought I’d take Dante. Stop by the pet store on the way home.”

  “Wow.” I huffed as I relaxed into my chair. “Already getting pets. Next thing you know, we’ll have little feet running through this house.”

  He grinned. “One day. But I’m not in a rush for that.”

  Nor was I. We had all the time in the world. For now, I was quite content to enjoy the family we had.

  Granted, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the dog…

  Then again, if it made Dante happy, who the hell was I to intervene?

  THIRTY-FIVE

  ISAAC

  Seven weeks later, Monday, August 5, 2019

  I woke when I felt the mattress shift, but I didn’t open my eyes right away.

  It was the first morning I was waking up in my own bed after two weeks in New York. The past month and a half had been hectic, but the routine was proving to be good for all four of us. Being away was as difficult as I’d thought it would be, but we were working through it. FaceTime had certainly come in handy, allowing me to keep my eyes on my sexy submissives when I wasn’t here to do so in person.

  I cracked open my eyes, peeked at the sexy submissive kneeling between my thighs. His head was down, hands resting on his thighs, his body still.

  Perfection.

  That was the one word that came to mind when I looked at Dante. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t flawed. He was. Which, I figured, was what made him so perfect.

  Everly, curled up at my side, stirred, her hand sliding over my chest, as though assuring herself I was still there.

  I put my hand on hers, grazing her smooth skin until her thigh shifted over mine.

  Ian cleared his throat as the bed moved again. “Are we having a party?”

  “Was thinking about it,” I mumbled, my eyes on Dante. “In fact, I’m thinking breakfast in bed.”

  As though he knew exactly what I was referring to, Dante’s gaze shifted over to Everly.

  “Something sweet?” I asked.

  “Sweet sounds perfect, Master.”

  I shifted my attention to Everly, turning on my side while Ian positioned himself on her other side, gently nudging her onto her back.

  She sighed, her legs falling open as Ian revealed her smooth curves, slowly pulling the sheet down her body.

  “Good morning, fairy princess,” I whispered, trailing my lips over her jaw, her throat.

  “Good morning, my Liege.” She bowed her back as I grazed my fingernail over one nipple, Ian doing the same to the other. “Good morning, my Alpha.”

  I reached over her head, pulled one of the restraints down, then positioned her wrist in the cuff and buckled it. She offered her other arm to Ian, her body coming awake as we secured her to the bed.

  I had to admit, the design for the bed was rather impressive. The king bed we’d been sleeping in had been replaced by one roughly one and a half times its size, along with several inches longer, giving us plenty of room to sleep and to play. The restraint system Ian had installed was genius, too. And utilized quite frequently.

  “Have you missed us?”

  “Very much, my Liege.”

  I glanced at Dante as I tugged her knee toward me, Ian doing the same with the other.

  “Wake her properly,” I instructed.

  “It would be my pleasure, Master.”

  Dante repositioned himself so that he was flat between her thighs, his big hands settling on her shins before slowly sliding up over her knees, the insides of her thighs. Using his thumbs, he held her pussy lips open, the tip of his tongue lapping along her slit.

  For a few minutes, we remained like that. Me on
one side, Ian on the other, both of us watching as Dante feasted on Everly’s pussy, teasing her with soft licks and flicks of his skilled tongue. As the sun rose in the sky, so did the temperature in the room, the three of us focused on the woman who’d become the center of our world.

  We were starting to come into our own where living together was concerned. Admittedly, being away from them was not something I was enjoying. Not sure I would ever get used to it either. The first trip we’d taken to watch over the LA debutante had been three days and at the time, it had felt like an eternity. Then we’d been home for two weeks, handling a few gigs locally, before another three-day trip. Again, it had been painfully long. Back for two more weeks and then we’d been off to New York. Two weeks away had been absolute hell. Which, perhaps, made waking up to this all the more sweeter.

  “I think she’d like to return the favor,” I told Dante. “Straddle her chest. Feed her your cock.”

  His eyes were heated as he did as instructed, carefully crawling up her body before hovering over her chest. He teased her lips with the swollen head before dipping it inside. While she focused on Dante, I crawled between her thighs, buried my face in her pussy. I made sure not to push her too close to the edge, wanting this to last a while. I’d missed them both and I had no desire to hurry this along.

  Dante and Everly groaned in unison, their sweet sounds something I’d come to crave and certainly something I’d missed.

  Not wanting to be selfish, I gave Ian a turn. He gladly took it, his tongue spearing Everly’s pussy while she used that sweet tongue to drive Dante crazy.

  “I think I’ll take a shower now,” I told them, getting to my feet. “Dante, join me.”

  “With pleasure, Master.”

  Although I could’ve spent a couple of hours feasting on my beautiful fairy princess, I’d missed my Monday morning showers with Dante, and I had no intention of missing this one. I knew Everly would be well taken care of in Ian’s capable hands.

  Dante was in the shower before me, the water heated when I joined him. He was on his knees, ass resting on his heels, something he was apt to do without suggestion or command. I’d come to expect it, enjoying the sight of him eagerly awaiting my attention, his eyes hot as they watched my every move. I took my time beneath the spray, stroking my cock firmly as he observed every firm caress of my hand.

  I tapped the button that had all the heads spraying with water, warmth coming from every angle, filling the shower with steam. I stepped over to Dante, guided my cock into his mouth. He opened eagerly, his eyes closing as my cock tunneled past his lips, the water coming down over us both.

  Slick and warm, I used his mouth for my own pleasure, taking what he offered in a way I knew he loved. My submissive had proven in the past month and a half that he wasn’t telling us what we wanted to hear when it came to his complete surrender. He craved our domination, and in those moments when we took away all control, he looked more at peace than I’d ever seen him.

  It had taken some time to get used to, his past never far from my mind. And while I would never quite understand how his desires had formed, I didn’t question them, either. It all came down to trust. Since he’d proven to trust us with his care, I trusted him to know his limits.

  Sliding my hands into his wet hair, I gripped firmly, tugging him up onto his knees while pushing my cock deep into his throat. I held him there for long seconds, released him. I repeated the movement again and again, my cock throbbing, pleasure blinding me, driving up my need.

  I stepped to the side, my cock still buried in his throat as I dragged him by the hair. He moaned softly in approval. When I seated myself on the long bamboo bench that ran the length of the entire wall, I released him, pulled him in closer. I fucked his throat roughly, building the heat between us, igniting the flames.

  Hand still fisted in his hair, I retrieved the lubricant someone had had the forethought to stash there. Ian, most likely.

  I passed it over to Dante, pulling his mouth from my cock.

  I didn’t have to tell him what I needed. He knew.

  There was confidence in his movements as he stroked my cock, preparing me to take his ass.

  When he had me generously lubed, I jerked his head and he stilled his hands.

  “Kiss the head,” I ordered gruffly.

  He leaned forward, pressed his smooth lips to the glistening tip, his eyes glazed with the same hunger burning inside me.

  “It’s your turn, sweet boy. Time for you to make us both come.”

  He lifted his head, met my gaze. “It would be my pleasure, Master.”

  Mine, too.

  Most definitely mine, too.

  Dante

  I had missed them.

  When they had left the first time since we had moved in, I hadn’t known what to expect. Having Everly here had kept me sane. We had fallen into the routine we’d established when we had lived together before. While we alternated who would make each meal, we’d tended to our own chores and spent much of our spare time working with Bo, the retriever/mix Isaac had surprised me with. Needless to say, my dog was doing much better in terms of obeying.

  Days had passed slowly, sometimes painfully so.

  That had been a month and a half ago. I was getting used to it now, always looking forward to the day they would come home. More importantly, looking forward to moments like this one.

  As I stood, turned, then eased down onto Isaac’s cock, I worked to keep my entire body from trembling. The need was intense, overwhelming. The longer they were away, the more I craved them, the more desperate I became.

  It seemed Isaac was always a bit rougher when he returned, and those were the times I relaxed most. He would take my control completely, asserting his dominance, proving he was the man who owned me, heart, body, and soul. I wasn’t sure what it was about him, why I enjoyed the way he used me for his own pleasure, but I did.

  “All the way,” he growled.

  I dropped down onto his cock, grunting as his thick shaft filled me abruptly.

  “Keep going. Don’t you dare fucking come,” he bit out when I lifted and lowered again.

  I worked his cock with my ass. Lifting, lowering, grinding against him until we were both groaning, the sounds drowning out the rain from the numerous jets spraying us from all directions.

  Strong arms banded around me. Isaac moved, turning us both so he could straddle the bench. Leaning forward, feet on the tiled floor, I curled my fingers around the edges of the teakwood, held on when Isaac drove into me. Hard.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned, holding still as he rammed me again and again.

  “Don’t you dare come,” he snapped. “This is my ass to use.”

  “Yours, Master,” I confirmed, grunting and groaning as he fucked me harder and harder.

  When his hips slammed into me one final time, his fingers digging into my hips, I felt his cock pulse. He came in a hot rush deep inside me before smacking my ass and ordering me to stay where I was.

  Isaac went back beneath the spray. I heard the snap of the body wash, smelled the intoxicating scent. I wanted to watch him wash himself, but I didn’t dare move, holding myself where he’d left me, still straddling the bench, my arms burning from the effort to keep me upright.

  “Your turn. Wash yourself thoroughly,” he commanded. “You’ve got three minutes.”

  He walked out of the shower, grabbed a towel. Before he could dry off, I was already lathering myself, his cum dripping from my ass.

  I used the sprayer to rinse off, cognizant of the time I had. Three minutes wasn’t enough, but I knew Isaac meant for me to fail at the task, likely already having my punishment lined up.

  I didn’t mind.

  When I came out of the bathroom, Isaac was nowhere in sight, nor was Ian. Everly was still restrained to the bed by her wrists, smiling up at the ceiling.

  “They said to tell you to kiss me when you came in here,” Everly said, lifting her head enough to peer over at me.

  “Di
d they really?” Last thing I needed was to compound the punishment.

  “I think Isaac’s exact words were for you to kiss me thoroughly, but I was not allowed to push for more.”

  I chuckled. I could actually hear him say that.

  Not wanting to disappoint my Masters or Everly, I joined her on the enormous bed, crawling over her and straddling her hips.

  She moaned softly when my lips touched hers.

  Unable to resist, I fell into the kiss, covering her body with mine as I tucked my arms beneath her, bearing my weight on my forearms so as not to crush her. She was so soft, so warm.

  “Where’d they go?” I whispered between kisses.

  “They didn’t say. Nor do I actually care right now.” Her voice was rich with lust. “Kiss me, Dante, and don’t stop. Please.”

  I couldn’t resist her, even if I’d wanted to. I stroked her lips open with my tongue, dipped inside, and kissed her. Slowly, sweetly, relishing every second. At her request, I’d slept with her in my bed two nights last week and once on the living room sofa. Bo had slept at my side, regardless where I had rested my head. I knew Everly didn’t want to be alone. And while I wanted to appease her, it wasn’t easy because I needed my solitude, with the exception of my dog. I’d gotten used to having him with me and I was starting to believe he was his own form of therapy. Just having him there helped.

  I had tried to figure out why that was, giving up long ago because nothing made sense. It had nothing to do with trust because I trusted all three of them with my life. They’d proven I could. However, I needed that separation for whatever reason.

  I was still kissing Everly when Ian returned to the room. He was wearing shorts and nothing else.

  “You’re needed in the kitchen,” he told me as he approached. “Neither of you is allowed to get dressed today. Understood?”

  “Yes, my Alpha,” Everly said when I crawled off of her.

  “Of course, Master,” I said with a smile.

  Before I could stroll past him, Ian grabbed my arm, jerked me toward him, then pressed his mouth to mine.