Nova doubles down

Nova nodded, trying to breathe and get her pulse to steady.

"Good. How many others escaped this delicious fate of yours?"

"I told you. I was alone."

He yanked her forward with a sudden motion. Her nipples screamed at the motion. His face was up against hers, their foreheads touching.

"Nova, my beautiful, stupid little witch. You're no scout. A scout wouldn't have worn a gown like that. Every single hot-blooded fae had his eyes on you all night. You've been undressed by so many eyes tonight, it's a wonder there was anything left for me to take off. I think you were a distraction, you were bait. Your clan just underestimated our bite."

She shook her head, "I'm telling you the truth. I-"

Though she expected another yank of the clamps, she was surprised to feel them drop from his grip entirely.

"We're not getting anywhere," he grumbled, returning to the table. "I'll put your mouth to better use."

He came back with a circular gag she recognized immediately.

"No I-"

"Open up, baby." He held her head in place as she nervously opened her jaw, nowhere else to go. Securing it behind her head he said, "that's better, don't you think? You get hotter and hotter by the minute."

With a snap of his fingers, she felt the bonds of her feet release. He helped as she stood on shaky legs, her hands still tied behind her back, before taking her spot on the wooden chair. For a moment, she glanced towards the stairwell and wondered if she could outrun him. As if reading her mind, he laughed so deeply she felt it in the pit of her stomach.

"Please. Be my guest. I would pay good money to watch you run, naked, bound, and gagged, into a party full of fae who hate your guts and love your tits."

She glared at him, her mouth already going dry from being **** open. He was splayed out on the chair, having removed his jacket earlier in the integration, wearing only a white undershirt. From the fly of his dress pants, he started to tease out the cock he'd been promising her. Nova felt herself blush and he smirked.

Conventional wisdom was that for fae, a human "average" would be considered small, large would be average, and so on. She supposed he landed somewhere slightly above average for a fae, with extra girth for good measure.

He was stroking it slowly. "See something you like? All yours baby, if you can take it. On your knees now."

She did as he asked, finding it hard to resist even if she had much of a choice. Sitting in between his legs, she dipped her head down and he guided himself into her open mouth. She felt herself moan as he filled her throat.

"Make me cum, and I'll give you a break from those clamps, alright?"

She nodded, all of the words coming out a jumbled mess. He intertwined his fingers in her brown curls and pushed her in further. She squealed as he began bucking his hips, fucking her mouth. Her eyes watered. Why did it feel so good? Why was she the one **** to cum?