Note: caution while heading down this Chapter. A little bit of BDSM in play
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Issac’s eyes snapped open the instant he felt a dip in his bed, however, he made no move to attack as the familiar scent drifted into his nose. Instead he closed his eyes and went back to sleep, refusing to acknowledge the figure who wrapped her arm around him from behind and buried her nose in the crook of his neck.
"I know you’re not sleeping, shy Fae," Maxi spoke against his skin, her warm breath sending a thrill through him.
Although Issac did not pretend to be asleep in the first place, he simply did not address her presence knowing that she was here to tease and leave him with a boner as usual. It was no longer fun to him considering he was always on the receiving end of the pain and would have to have a chilling bath in the middle of the night.
Issac was a gentle Fae after all and would not force himself on Maxi without her consent even if she had it coming. He would rather suffer through it because his mother did not raise him that way; he could not disrespect females.
"Why?" Maxi continued, her hand leaving his waist to trail up his chest and caress his defined abdomen, noticing with delight how his muscles flexed beneath her palm. She knew Issac slept shirtless and did not hesitate to take advantage of it. And he was definitely affected.
At first, it seemed like Issac was not going to rise to the challenge by waiting out the torture but he hissed when her hand traveled down south and slapped her palm, at the same time he turned and pinned her beneath him.
Issac glared down at her, drawing heaving breaths.
Max’s lips curled with a knowing smile, "For a moment there, I thought I was touching a statue. Who knew a statue could move," She burst into maniacal laughter, her body shaking from it.
"By the gods, I’m done with you," Issac swore through gritted teeth and pulled himself forward as he reached for something beneath the bed. He then turned to pin her beneath him.
All the while Maxi laughed as he took hold of both of her hands and tied her hand which was lifted above her head to the headboard with a plaited rope.
"You know this is hopeless, Issac. I’m still going to break out of it." Maxi said, tugging at the rope to prove that his efforts were futile.
The horse shifter stopped tugging and relaxed on the bed, unfazed, "Besides, I am not ready to mate with you yet. Unless...." She paused in suspense, "You would have to force yourself on me. But then, you are not going to do that, would you? You are a righteous Fae after all," Maxi grinned darkly, continuously testing his patience without fear of repercussion.
Issac stared down at Maxi with a clenched jaw, "Why? Why did you make me promise you sex when you were going to hold out on it for this long, torturing me instead?" His eyes narrowed, "Or is it just your morbid fascination to see me suffer?"
Maxi stared back, holding his gaze, "What do you think? You’re so pure that I can’t help but want to taint your soul black. How long can you take it before you snap? How long can you hold onto your integrity and your air of superiority, shy Fae?" She whispered in the end.
There was a tick in Issac’s jaw and his gaze was hardened as he stared down at the stubborn dark Fae beneath him. He wanted to hate her, but all he felt was annoyance - and lust. How he wanted to hurt her for everything she put him through. And yes, he would be returning the favor tonight.
He said, "What if I have snapped already?"
Maxi’s expression changed at that statement and he searched his gaze to understand what he was talking about.
A smirk curled Issac’s lips at the confusion in his eyes and decided to let her in on the secret.
"Why don’t you try releasing yourself?" He whispered to her, chuckling darkly as he got off her body.
At first, there was only a slight frown on Maxi’s face when she tested the bind, however, when seconds went by and she was still unable to break out of it, panic marred her expression and she pulled with all of her strength, the rope did not snap.
"Fuck, " She breathed.
And yes, she was truly fucked.
Issac laughed and arched a brow at her, "Well?"
"Well, congratulations to you for tying up a weak, helpless, female," Maxi suddenly appeared weak and helpless with her lips pouted.
"Weak and helpless female indeed," Issac scoffed.
Every trace of humor left his eyes as Issac picked up another rope and sat on the bed grabbing Maxi’s ankle. The horse shifter recognized his move and kicked at him but Issac held on tight till he tied it to the end of the bed. He reached for her other ankle with Maxi putting up another fight.
Even so, he conquered her and while tying her ankle, told her, "The rope is made from Thurim tree. Not even a dark Fae can break out of it. You shouldn’t have been so confident when you had a weakness out there." He patted the side of her leg when he was through.
Issac stood to examine his work and nodded his head in satisfaction at the sight. Maxi was sprawled out on the body and she couldn’t break hard no matter how hard she tried. She shot him a look of defiance and Issac had to admit, he loved the fury in her eyes. It weirdly excited him.
"What next?" Maxi asked with a tilt of her head, "I guess I should thank myself for a job well done. You finally steeled yourself and embraced the darkness you had. But what is this? Do you think I am going to beg you to free me?" She smirked with a glint in her eyes, "Well, guess what, shy Fae? I’ve walked this world even longer than you have and seen so much. So I can’t wait for you to entertain me. Show me what you got, Issac?" Her gaze roved over him, "That is if you have one?" Maxi mocked him.
Isaac gritted his teeth, however, he controlled himself knowing she was trying to rile him up on purpose. He was going to take up Aldric’s advice and have fun. She would not win this time.
He said to Maxi, "In that case, I hope you have a high pain tolerance."