Spicy Beauty (The Feminine Mesquite Book 3)

by Sable Sylvan

  Georgina was wrapped up in a blanket by her parents who were giving her a scolding.

  “You come to these nice peoples’ party, and you shift? What were you thinking?” asked Georgina’s mom.

  “But mammina…” whined Georgina.

  “Don’t mammina me!” said Georgina’s mom. “You seriously thought that it was appropriate to shift just because you didn’t get what you want? I know we’re a naturally greedy species, us dragons, but this is why I haven’t let you start your horde. You haven’t learned to reel the greed in and use it in a healthy way. What, you don’t get the man you want, and you threaten his fated mate? You’ve brought shame upon the Rosetti name. You’re lucky your grandmother stayed home tonight. You’d have given her a heart attack!”

  “I’m sorry, madre,” said Georgina.

  “Sorry? Sorry?” asked Georgina’s mom. “You need to be pentiti, on your hands and knees begging for forgiveness from the Scovilles. Our families go back, back before your namesake warrior had even slain one of us. Why do you think the Vikings and the Chinese both have dragon boats? It’s your ancestors’ whose likenesses are carved on the bows and sterns of their boats, our women who were modeling to be the curvy figureheads of the boats. That is your legacy. You know that. Centuries of a partnership, built on their bravery, their acumen and our connections and protection, that is your legacy, your inheritance, our family’s horde. In a fit of jealousy, you think to throw that away? You didn’t think. That’s what’s wrong. So, apologize to the Scovilles, and to…I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t get your name.” Georgina’s mom turned to Addison, and in a mere second, the angry mother’s face went from scowling to sweet as cannoli. This was not a woman to mess with.

  “Addison Quincy,” said Addison.

  “Addison Quincy?” asked Georgina’s mom. “Georgina, you mess with not only a Quincy but with Addison frikkin’ Quincy, Sage’s mate?”

  “How does she know I’m your mate?” Addison asked in a whisper to Sage.

  “Dragons,” said Sage. “They just know things.”

  “I’m sorry for trying to kill you,” said Georgina, rolling her eyes, her arms crossed over her chest.

  Her mother was furious.

  “That’s it,” said Georgina’s mother. “Your father and I have tried so hard and given you everything. We buy you your dresses, let you go to your modeling gigs, sent you to Bonimolean. I’m withdrawing you after the quarter is over. The Council will figure out what to do with you…that is if the Scovilles will allow the council to handle you. I wouldn’t wish you to be any more trouble to them.”

  Georgina’s mother turned and made eye contact with Morten, who said, “Whatever her mother thinks is best.”

  “Thank you, Morten, as always, a class act,” said Georgina’s mom. “The Council is going to deal with you. I wash my hands of this. You will always be my daughter, Georgina, but you need to learn to control your powers. Let’s go, before you cause the Rossetti Clan any further embarrassment. Thank you, Margherita, for all your help.”

  “But of course,” said Maggy, who was wrapped in a blanket and looked every bit as elegant as she had in a ball gown.

  “Haul ass,” said Georgina’s mom, turning back to her daughter. “We’re leaving tonight. You have embarrassed me, you have embarrassed your father…” As Georgina’s mom walked Georgina out of the woods, she continued to berate her all the way.

  “Margherita?” Addison asked Margaret.

  “I’ve had many names in my time,” said Margaret cryptically. “It’s a story that can wait for another…another story, one that isn’t so cold.”

  “Huh?” asked Addison.

  “She’s saying we should get out of the snow,” said Mace. “Come on, Addy. We’ll go back in one of the carriages.”

  “Thank you for getting help,” said Addison. “If you and Morten hadn’t shown up in time…”

  “There’s no need to worry about that,” said Morten. “Let’s all go back to the manor. Luckily, I have another outfit for the party. Sage, Mace, Addy, I think you three have more than earned an early retirement tonight.”

  “Thank you, sir…I mean, Grandpa Morten,” said Addison.

  The three shifters and the BBW made their way through the woods, back into the clearing, where they could take a carriage back to the manor. Of course, they grabbed four cups of piping hot apple cider first. Even though Georgina had shifted and attacked, she hadn’t managed to ruin the Scoville Ball, and the night was still young.

  Chapter Eleven

  Mace retired for the night, but Sage and Addy were still full of energy. They had both gotten an adrenaline rush from what had happened out in the woods. They went to their separate bedrooms and got changed into pajamas and met in Addy’s room.

  Addy opened the door when she heard a knock. Of course, it was Sage. Sage was wearing gray pajamas while Addy was wearing an herbal green set of pajamas.

  “Hey, you’re wearing me,” said Sage.

  “Huh?” asked Addy.

  “Sage, sage green,” said Sage, pointing to her pajamas. “Never mind. Bad joke.”

  “What do you wanna do tonight?” asked Addy. “Make popcorn, watch a movie?”

  “I thought I could show you around the manor,” said Sage. “Come on.”

  Sage took Addy by the hand and led her down the stairs, not toward the ball, which was still going on, but down another set of stairs, into the servant’s quarters and kitchens. They went past the facilities and then down another set of stairs, past the supply pantries and closets and storage to yet another layer, a layer with stone walls that were mossy.

  “Where are we going?” asked Addy.

  “Trust me,” said Sage. “You’re going to like this.”

  Sage unlocked an old oak door with metal hinges. There was a refurbished dungeon cell with restored old stone floors and walls. Inside, there was a cross on its side in the shape of an ‘x’ rather than a ‘t,’ a wooden chest with metal hinges, a black leather bench, and a rack of what looked like scraps of leather and metal. There was a wall with leather padding on the sides. Along that wall was a large metal bed with leather handcuffs and ankle restraints.

  “What is this place?” asked Addy, looking around with a smile.

  “My Valentine’s Day gift to you,” said Sage. “Nobody comes down here, so we won’t be disturbed…and your moans won’t bring anyone down here, thinking there’s a ghost in the dungeons.”

  “So these are dungeons,” said Addy. “And this is your cell?”

  “No, it’s yours,” said Sage. “That is…if you’d like to be a bad girl for the night.”

  “For the night?” asked Addy. “I think you underestimate just how bad I can be, Sage.”

  “So, you’re game?” asked Sage, motioning to the items.

  “Of course,” said Addy. “But under one condition…we both get to play, if you know what I mean.”

  “You talking about switching?” asked Sage.

  “Naturally,” said Addy. “After all, you can’t let me have all the fun, now, can you?”

  Addy walked over to the rack. There was a variety of fetish wear on the rack, all in her size.

  “No corsets?” Addy asked Sage as she peeled through the clothes.

  “No frikkin’ way,” said Sage. “I want to touch those curves of yours.”

  “Well, if you’re the Dom right now, shouldn’t you be telling me what to wear?” asked Addy, crossing her arms.

  “Fair point,” said Sage. He locked the door and then walked over to the rack of clothes. He picked out a few items and passed them to Addy.

  “I have no idea how to put on half these things, so you’re gonna have to help me,” said Addy. She put the items down on the bench before loosening the tie waist of her pajamas, letting them hit the floor, undoing the buttons on her shirt, and letting the shirt fall to the ground. She did this all while maintaining eye contact with Sage, who broke eye contact to verify he wasn’t seeing things. Addy really hadn�
�t worn any underwear under her pajamas. The sight of her, nude and confident, drove him wild.

  Addy pulled on the first item, a framework bra, consisting of leather straps that merely framed her curves, rather than hide or change them, and turned so Sage could tighten the bra up. She felt Sage’s hardness through his pajamas, rubbing against the small of her back.

  Addy pulled up the pair of leather britches on her own. They were made to look like a garter belt and panties, and of course, were also of a framework style, so they didn’t leave anything covered.

  Addy walked to the cross next and crossed her arms.

  “Are you going to strap me in, or do I have to do everything myself?” asked Addy.

  “Talk like that and I’m going to have to spank you,” said Sage. “Don’t forget…the safe word’s ‘bear claw.’”

  “Will you have to spank me?” asked Addy, turning to face the wall, holding onto the cross and sticking out her butt.

  Sage opened the chest and pulled out a spanking paddle. He slapped it against his hand and watched as the mere sound of leather on skin sent a shiver down Addy’s spine. He rolled the metal bench over to where Addy was, sat down, and, with Addy in position, held her thighs with his left hand and used his right hand to spank Addy with the paddle, hard.

  The feeling of the hard paddle against her skin sent a thrilling chill down Addy’s back. She let out a gasp when the paddle hit her skin, and before she knew it, the paddle was back on her butt, hard, setting her skin aflame.

  Sage watched as Addy’s curves turned pink from the paddle and heard his polar growl. The bear didn’t get the appeal of BDSM at all. Sage told the bear to distract itself with something else because regardless of whether or not the bear cared for BDSM, it was happening. After all, wasn’t sex supposed to be about pleasing one’s mate?

  Sage put the paddle down and turned Addy, moving her legs and arms into position so that she was bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Then, he moved the bench so that it was in front of Addy’s legs (although not fully against them).

  “Why do I feel like you’re about to rock my world?” asked Addy.

  “Because I haven’t failed to rock your world yet,” said Sage. “Let’s revisit some old memories, shall we?”

  “Old memories?” asked Addy.

  Sage just answered with a smile. He disrobed and got down on his knees, propped himself up and into position with the leather bench, and reached up to lick Addy’s slit, finding her pleasure button to be already moist and wanting.

  Soon, Addy realized why Sage had bound her to eat her out. The pleasure he was giving her made her want to close her legs because the pleasure was so great that it was painful…but that turned her on. Every time he pressed his tongue against her, her body, not listening to Addy’s heart or head, wanted to close Addy’s thighs and restrict Sage’s access to her honeypot. With the help of the bondage equipment, Addy’s body was kept spread wide open for both Sage and Addy’s benefit.

  Sage watched as Addy’s body struggled against the restraints. He was getting dessert and a show. Addy’s body looked ravishing as she struggled to deal with the sheer amount of pleasure her body was receiving. Of course, he had to feel what that felt like for himself. He entered her with his fingers and felt as her walls closed around him.

  “You want me badly, don’t you?” said Sage.

  “Yes, Sage, give it to me, please,” begged Addy.

  “Well, you have been taking this punishment awfully well,” said Sage. He quickly undid the restraints and carried Addy to the bed.

  “On your hands and knees,” said Sage. “Now.”

  As soon as Addy had put herself into position, Sage entered her, hard, and filled her to the hilt. He grabbed onto the leather straps and used them to rock her body back onto his, entering her over and over again. Addy, whose body was nearly full to the brim with pleasure, felt the pleasure spill out of her and onto Sage. Sage kept a hold of the leather straps, as if they were a horse’s reins, as Addy bucked back onto him, using him for her pleasure.

  “Switch,” ordered Sage. “I gave you yours, now…will you give me mine?”

  “Definitely,” said Addy. “But I think a costume change is in order.”

  Addy walked over to the rack and picked out the item she had had her eye on since she first saw it. It was a codpiece style piece of underwear for a man, but, like her undergarments, it was made of leather in a framework style. The straps of black leather were linked by metal circles, and a large metal circle was in the center of the front of the garment.

  “You know what to do with this,” said Addy, tossing it to Sage. Sage got changed as Addy went through the box of items to find herself some toys to play with. The first item she picked was a flogger, which she used to tap Sage’s butt, hard.

  “Move that bench, slave,” ordered Addy. “Over there.” She motioned with the flogger to the bed.

  “Yes, Miss,” said Sage, and he moved his butt! He pushed the leather bench toward the bed.

  “Good, good,” said Addy. “Now, lie down on the bed, and strap down those ankles.”

  Sage got in the bed while Addy got some more toys out of the cabinet, put them on the bench, and then she strapped in Sage’s right wrist for him, as he had strapped on the other cuff himself.

  Sage’s bear roared. He had never seen Addy this sexually aggressive before. Neither man nor bear had any clue what Addy would have in store for Sage.

  Addy put a leather blindfold, with a red fur backing, over Sage’s eyes. She then kissed his face, making a trail of kisses down his neck to his chest, licking along his mate mark, which had permanently been changed by their first mating, remaining gold with black outlines. She then moved down and blew on his cock, but did not put it in her mouth. Instead, she rubbed it lightly with her hand.

  “You tortured me with too much pleasure, now, I’ll torture you with too little,” said Addy. “Who knows. Maybe I’ll let you come tonight. Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll let you cum in five minutes…or in five hours.”

  “Addy, you naughty minx,” said Sage.

  Addy gave Sage’s nipples a quick twist.

  “That’s Miss Addy to you, slave,” said Addy. “Now, do you want me to let you cum, or not?”

  “Yes,” said Sage.

  Addy pinched his cheek.

  “What was that, slave?” asked Addy.

  “Please let me cum, Miss Addy,” said Sage, turning his head one way and then the other. His cock was so hard, and the metal ring around his cock made his erection even more painful. He needed a release and badly.

  “That’s more like it, slave,” said Addy. She looked at the toys on her bench and picked a silicone sleeve that had bumps on the inside. She didn’t need to lube up Sage’s cock as it was still wet with her juices. She warmed the sleeve with her mouth, blowing hot air onto it, before she gently placed it over Sage’s cock, like a cocktail dress.

  Addy moved the sleeve up and down on Sage’s cock and watched as the polar bear shifter wriggled and writhed. His hips bucked, pressing into her hand so that his dick could move in and out of the sleeve faster, but when he did that, Addy moved the sleeve off his dick.

  “Nuh-uh, slave,” teased Addy. “No bucking. No moving. Every time you move, I’m going to go even slower. If you’re a good slave for me, maybe I’ll let you cum. Maybe.”

  “Oh, Miss Addy,” moaned Sage. “Please, let me cum.”

  “Silence!” demanded Addy. “Just let me do what I do best.”

  Sage bit his lower lip to stop himself from saying anything as Addy moved the sleeve up and down on his cock.

  “That’s right, slave…just let me milk you,” whispered Addy. It was almost hypnotizing watching the sleeve go up and down on Sage’s cock. It was oddly satisfying and made her think of what she’d rather have on Sage’s dick, the spot between her legs that was wetting at the thought of another orgasm.

  Addy kept using the sleeve as she slowly stood up and got onto the bed to straddle Sage. S
he didn’t lower herself onto him yet, teasing him with the feeling of her legs on the outside of his. Sage let out a gasp and a small sputter of precum, and that’s when Addy couldn’t resist anymore. She flung the silicone sleeve to the side and took off Sage’s restraints and his blindfold.

  “What’s going on?” asked Sage.

  “You’ll see,” said Addy. “Hold your legs up for me.”

  “We’re getting that kinky?” asked Sage.

  “No,” said Addy, rolling her eyes. “You’re such a goofball. Let me show you.”

  Sage held his legs back, and Addy moved forward. Sage’s cock was hanging between his legs. Addy adjusted him and then started to fuck him. It was like they were in reverse missionary position. Sage was in Addy’s usual position, and Addy was in Sage’s usual position. Sage lay back and watched as Addy carefully put his cock inside of her and then thrust against him, her body using his to push up and down on his cock. He was getting dominated by her, even while she was being penetrated because she was controlling the speed, the force, the rhythm.

  “Where the heck did you pick this up?” asked Sage.

  “My sisters sent me some magazines from America,” said Addy. “This position is called the Amazon. Any guesses as to why?”

  “It should be called the Amazing because that’s what it frikkin’ is,” said Sage. “Addy…I can’t hold back.”

  “So don’t,” said Addy, stroking Sage’s face. She bounced up and down on his cock even faster, and Sage couldn’t hold back. He had to cum, and cum he did, hard and fast, up into his fated mate. Once he had spilled all his seed into her, Addy slid him out of her and lay down next to him.

  “Phew,” said Sage. “I only have one more question for you, Addy.”

  “What is it, slave?” teased Addy, twirling one of Sage’s black curls of hair around her finger. His hair was tousled and messy, not straightened with an iron like he usually treated it at Bonimolean.

  “Were you serious about wanting to get popcorn and a movie? Because that’s precisely what I need right now: food and rest,” said Sage.