Fifty Shades of Fairy Tales Omnibus Read Free Page B

couldn’t readily identify. Jars of what looked like spices, and bottles that held lotions and potions, lined two shelves on both bureaus.
    They also brought out what looked like an antique spanking bench. It was topped by golden cushions, and intricate, glittering patterns were sewn atop them in silver thread. A pale oak frame, also elaborately carved, supported the two cushions. Near the top of the longer cushion, cuffs made of gleaming silver stuck out of the oak. A pair of similar cuffs were located at the end of the shorter cushion as well.
    “ Begin the bonding ceremony,” said the fairy queen sitting in the throne on the left.
    “ What does she mean by bonding ceremony?” I whispered to Mike as he led me to the spanking bench and strapped me in.
    “ I’ll explain later.” Mike brushed a kiss over my temple then walked away.
    “ I think you should explain now,” I protested, but he slapped my butt, which now jutted high in the air, and told me not to be disrespectful to fairy royalty.
    I bit back my retort. Hell, I was in a fantasyland come to life. I figured it was better to play it safe, in case one of these creatures bit my head off, or worse. I knew nothing of the rules of this place, so I let go and left myself in Mike’s capable hands. After all, he’d handled my bar like a charm, and he sure did a fine job on my body the night before, so…
    With my wrists and ankles in manacles, my torso pressed tight against the soft, silky pads. The rough texture of the embroidery work scraped over my nipples, making them tingle and grow hard. My ankles were bound so that my legs were held wide apart, and cool currents of air teased my pussy as I waited for what would happen next.
    “ I’m going to put ginger up your ass, darling,” he told me, loudly, and the whole crowd applauded. I felt my face burn, but the shame didn’t linger. It was eclipsed by the thrill of engaging in this strange, new form of sexual play. Of experiencing a new world in many different ways. “Are you ready, Kat?”
    So I steeled my resolve and nodded.
    “ Figging, or the insertion of ginger, is all about playing with sensation. It will calm you, thrill you, test you. You know the safe word if you get uncomfy.”
    I nodded again, took a deep breath, scanned some of the masked faces watching me intently. My face was pressed to the pillow, and I could barely move my head, but I could see enough to know the crowd had grown.
    Before he nudged the piece of ginger into my anus, he readied me with his tongue and lips and fingers. His hot, wet tongue first stroked my ass, making me relax and loosen up. Once the tight hole was well lubed from his saliva, he added a finger, then another. He curled and straightened them as he probed my anal canal, stretching it wider. I clamped down around his touch as the pleasure soared higher, but he urged me to keep loose.
    His fingers disappeared and the moist, smooth tip of the root went in. But not before he showed me the handmade toy. The root had been shaped to resemble a butt plug, tapered at one end and wider at the other. He slid the tip up my ass and a pleasant tingling started. The sweet, spicy scent of ginger filled my nostrils.
    He stroked my ass, massaged my cheeks, and tickled fingers ever so lightly over my clit, while the root heated up inside of me, making my asshole throb. Then his hands left me while my anus clenched tight around the root.
    Thwack!
    I screamed and bucked atop the spanking bench when the paddle hit my ass, making the right cheek jiggle and sting intensely.
    He walked around in front of me and showed me the spanking toy. It was a blue, velvety paddle that reminded me of playing ping pong as a kid. He stroked my face with the soft, fuzzy surface then trailed it over my neck. He swirled and swept it over my back, making the tight muscles there release. I “oohhh” and “ahhh” as the ginger inside me burned hotter, then I had orgasm number one. My pussy trembled as I