Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Book 7) Read online

  Contents

  Title Page

  By Nicole Edwards

  Copyright

  PROLOGUE

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY-FIVE

  TWENTY-SIX

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  TWENTY-NINE

  THIRTY

  THIRTY-ONE

  THIRTY-TWO

  THIRTY-THREE

  THIRTY-FOUR

  THIRTY-FIVE

  THIRTY-SIX

  EPILOGUE

  Acknowledgments

  About Nicole Edwards

  Nicole Edwards on Amazon

  Their Fairy Princess

  OFFICE INTRIGUE, 7

  NICOLE EDWARDS

  BY NICOLE EDWARDS

  ALLURING INDULGENCE

  Kaleb

  Zane

  Travis

  Holidays with the Walker Brothers

  Ethan

  Braydon

  Sawyer

  Brendon

  THE WALKERS OF COYOTE RIDGE

  Curtis

  Jared

  Hard to Hold

  Hard to Handle

  Beau

  Rex

  A Coyote Ridge Christmas

  Mack

  AUSTIN ARROWS

  Rush

  Kaufman

  CLUB DESTINY

  Conviction

  Temptation

  Addicted

  Seduction

  Infatuation

  Captivated

  Devotion

  Perception

  Entrusted

  Adored

  Distraction

  DEAD HEAT RANCH

  Boots Optional

  Betting on Grace

  Overnight Love

  DEVIL’S BEND

  Chasing Dreams

  Vanishing Dreams

  MISPLACED HALOS

  Protected in Darkness

  Salvation in Darkness

  OFFICE INTRIGUE

  Office Intrigue

  Intrigued Out of the Office

  Their Rebellious Submissive

  Their Famous Dominant

  Their Ruthless Sadist

  Their Naughty Student

  Their Fairy Princess

  PIER 70

  Reckless

  Fearless

  Speechless

  Harmless

  Clueless

  SNIPER 1 SECURITY

  Wait for Morning

  Never Say Never

  Tomorrow’s Too Late

  SOUTHERN BOY MAFIA/DEVIL’S PLAYGROUND

  Beautifully Brutal

  Without Regret

  Beautifully Loyal

  Without Restraint

  STANDALONE NOVELS

  Unhinged Trilogy

  A Million Tiny Pieces

  Inked on Paper

  Bad Reputation

  Bad Business

  NAUGHTY HOLIDAY EDITIONS

  2015

  2016

  Copyright © 2019 by Nicole Edwards Limited

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  Author: Nicole Edwards

  Title: Their Fairy Princess

  Office Intrigue, 7

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locals is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Details:

  Image: © Irina Kharchenko (75558354)| 123rf.com

  Design: © Nicole Edwards Limited

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  Formatting: Nicole Edwards Limited

  Editing: Blue Otter Editing | BlueOtterEditing.com

  Identifiers: ISBN: 978-1-64418-016-7 (ebook); ISBN: 978-1-64418-017-4 (paperback); ISBN: 978-1-64418-018-1 (audio)

  Subjects: BISAC: FICTION / Romance / General

  PROLOGUE

  IAN STOKES

  Tuesday, November 13, 2018

  When it came to Dichotomy, I wasn’t much into the training aspect, but I had to admit, it had been an honor when Gregory Edge requested us for this session. More so when he requested our assistance with an experiment he was having his submissive undergo, which meant, the sweet Jamie Lautner was checking out the action from a discrete location. Likely on the other side of that two-way mirror.

  Initially, I’d had some ideas of how a casual session could play out, then Master Edge outlined his intention in the hopes that my twin brother and I would help him out.

  Who could say no to Gregory Edge?

  Certainly not me.

  So, here we were, role-playing in what was, in my humble opinion, a rather lackluster theme room. Since I had a living room at my own house, I didn’t really see the appeal. As far as scenes went, a leather sofa and a throw rug weren’t exactly my idea of a good time. However, it was requested we use it, so we would be using it.

  At least it was nice. Elegant, comfortable. Trent Ramsey’s decorators knew how to spruce up a space with the expensive art deco on the walls, the various knick-knacks tucked in for accent. Luckily for us, they’d spared no expense for comfort, either.

  Granted, my brother was the only comfortable one at the moment. I was in the pretend kitchen that was nothing but a door leading out of the theme room, and Isaac was sitting in a leather chair, one ankle propped over the opposite knee, giving great attention to what appeared to be a bondage equipment magazine. He was likely bored out of his mind.

  “You’re up,” I cued Everly Hughes, the sweet little submissive we were assigned to tonight.

  “Thank you, Master Ian.”

  From the moment I saw her, I’d been … well, to be fair, I’d been slightly hesitant. Had I met her anywhere else, I would’ve thought someone was trying to punk me. She looked all of eighteen on a good day. So sweet and pure it was a wonder her parents had ever let her out of her house when she had been a teenager.

  Yet I knew she was twenty-four years old, fresh-faced, and rather eager for this training class as it would give her grand entry into one of the most sought-after fetish clubs in the BDSM community.

  I watched as she practically danced across the room, all light and sunshine, while my brother pretended not to notice her.

  Impossible.

  No straight man could miss her. Certainly not in here.

  She reminded me of a fictional fairy. All five feet of her. Between the delicate bone structure and the big blue eyes, she had captured my attention from the very beginning. Isaac’s, too, although I was fairly certain my brother was still in denial.

  The best part about this particular submissive-in-training: she wasn’t built like someone had glued a bunch o
f toothpicks together. No, Everly Hughes was curvy in all the right places. From her narrow shoulders, her perfect-handful breasts, the cinch of her waist, the delectable flair of her hips. And those thighs … oh, yeah, I could easily envision those thighs wrapped firmly around my waist or better yet, cradling my head as I feasted between them.

  As she pranced over to Isaac, her light brown hair swayed, tickling the small of her back, falling like fine silk almost to her pert little ass.

  Isaac kept his attention on the magazine, following the makeshift script to a T. Our objective was to show Edge’s submissive what a rigid household might look like. Two Doms, one submissive playing out a structured evening at home. It was exactly what Isaac and I had envisioned for ourselves one day.

  As he was apt to do, Isaac left Everly waiting as she stood before him, patiently anticipating his instruction.

  Of course, my twin was a stickler for self-restraint—for himself as well as the submissive he was engaged with—and it showed in the way he thumbed his way through those glossy pages, his head canting to the side every so often as though he was considering what that particular piece of equipment might look like in his bedroom.

  Yawn.

  I was growing bored when Isaac finally set the magazine down on the table beside him, dropped his foot to the floor, and tapped one finger on his knee.

  Everly didn’t miss a beat. She instantly danced toward him before easing herself into his lap, curling up in his arms.

  That was the moment I saw it.

  No one else in the world would’ve been able to detect the slight nuance, but I had. Isaac was my identical twin and we had a bond stronger than most.

  And right there … the moment the fairy princess curled up against him, my brother fell a little bit in love, even though I knew he would never admit it. Not even to himself.

  While I stood around, pretending to be doing something in another part of the house, he started a conversation as his hands roamed easily over her, gliding up her thigh, never going too far.

  “Did you finish the dishes?” Isaac asked, exactly as his character was supposed to.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said sweetly.

  “Where’s Ian?”

  “He said he had a surprise for me. Told me to come into the living room and wait.”

  Yep. Surprise in hand, I was just waiting for my cue.

  “I take it to mean you’ve been a good girl?”

  “Yes, Sir. Very good.”

  And there it was.

  Hefting her surprise in my arm, I carried it into the room.

  The small sex machine, which we referred to as a saddle, was roughly thirteen inches long and twelve inches wide. It stood approximately eight inches tall. The best way to describe it was as a half of a barrel laid on its side with a padded leather cushion across the center of it. Nothing particularly fancy unless you had a sweet submissive straddling it.

  Which we would. And not soon enough.

  “Do you think you’ve been good enough for this?” Isaac asked Everly.

  She lifted her head, glanced at the machine I’d set on the floor. I carried the plug over to the wall, slid it into the electrical socket.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Good or not, I was excited about watching her ride the damn thing.

  Isaac lifted her off his lap, steadying her on her feet as I took my seat on the plastic-covered sofa.

  “Present,” Isaac commanded.

  I watched the show the beautiful fairy put on for us, moving a few steps away, angling herself so that she was facing both of us before she slipped off the silk tank she wore, revealing her small, pert breasts with their dusky pink nipples. Her tiny skirt was the next to go, unveiling a hairless mound at the apex of those soft, smooth legs.

  Neither of us had to say anything because Everly knew the drill, lowering herself to the floor, her movements fluid, elegant. She rolled herself out flat, legs wide, toes pointed, that pretty pink pussy on display, practically beckoning my tongue to tease it. Her chest arched upward, arms stretching over her head, hands resting elegantly on the floor.

  Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.

  I pretended to be relaxed and comfortable, admiring her sweet, lithe body, while my cock thickened with a greed that quite honestly surprised me. “Very nice, fairy princess. Now ass position.”

  As though she’d practiced a million times, Everly curled up, rolled over, and propped herself on hands and knees, her sweet little ass facing us at all times. As her chest lowered to the floor, she spread her knees wide, putting all her private parts on display.

  She did have a very pretty pussy, one I was hoping we had the pleasure of teasing at some point in the future.

  “What did you have in store for her?” Isaac asked, his question directed at me.

  “Since she’s been a good girl, I thought I’d let her perform for us.”

  While Everly remained perfectly positioned, I took the opportunity to tease her a bit. Ensuring I didn’t block anyone’s view from the window behind me, I walked over, bent down, and slid my fingers along her slit.

  I figured she deserved some praise for doing so well, so I fondled her clit, loving her soft moans of pleasure.

  “Wait pose, fairy princess,” I instructed as I forced myself to stop before I took it too far, returning to my place, using a cloth to wipe my hands.

  Everly repositioned onto her knees, pivoting to face us, toes pressed against the floor, butt resting on her heels as she clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes on me as she waited for my next instruction.

  “Did you enjoy that, little fairy?” Isaac asked.

  I glanced over at him, wondering if he realized his Irish was showing, the brogue thicker than usual, the pet name tumbling from his lips as though it was natural to refer to a submissive in training in such a manner.

  He didn’t look my way, so I turned my attention back to Everly, smirked. If she’d been surprised, she hid it well.

  “Yes, Sir, I did. Very much.” Those pretty brown eyes shifted to me. “Thank you, Master Ian.”

  “You’re very welcome, princess.” I held out the bottle of lubricant, nodding toward the machine. “Prepare the toy.”

  “May I stand, Master Ian? Or shall I remain on my knees?”

  “Knees.”

  I had to admit, I was rather impressed. She hadn’t missed a beat. I wondered if this was how she would handle being at home with us. Would she sit in the middle of our living room, awaiting her instruction? Or would she sit on the sofa, secretly hoping for some playtime?

  I could see it going either way, the more I thought about it. The strangest part was that I was now thinking about it, taking sweet Everly home with us, indulging whenever we wanted.

  Everly took the bottle, drawing me out of my wayward thoughts, thanking me as I passed it to her.

  She surprised me again, seductively stroking the fake dick, slicking it, preparing it for her pussy. When she handed me the bottle, I took the liberty of wiping her hands, my gaze dropping to her pretty nipples as they puckered sweetly.

  Yeah. This one was going to be damn hard to resist.

  “Mount the toy, little fairy,” Isaac commanded.

  “Yes, Master Isaac.”

  Still smiling sweetly, as though this was the only place she wanted to be, Everly positioned herself over the dildo before easing down on it. Her pleasure was obvious from the second that fake dick began sliding inside her. Her mouth opened, eyes hooded, nipples pulling tightly as the sensations coursed through her.

  So fucking sweet.

  Now it was my turn to have a little fun. I retrieved the remote from my pocket, relaxed into the sofa, and pressed the buttons to bring the saddle to life.

  “I expect to hear your pleasure,” Isaac told her. “And you are not allowed to come until I give you permission. If you do, you will be punished.”

  “Yes, Master Isaac.”

  We’d never played with Everly before. I hoped she knew how very serious Isaa
c was about that rule.

  With my eyes on her, the remote in my hand, I thoroughly enjoyed myself, using the vibrating toy to work her into a frenzy while Isaac and I alternated our commands, having her shift positions for both her pleasure and ours.

  Figuring I might as well have a little fun, I turned the vibrations up.

  “Masters”—Everly’s head tipped back, her hands cupping her breasts as Isaac had instructed—“I’m going to come. Oh, God. It’s too much.”

  “Not enough,” Isaac growled.

  I pushed another button. Everly cried out, a startled scream ripping from her throat as the sweet fairy princess came right there before us, her body taut as she came apart.

  At this point, my brother wasn’t the only one who had fallen for the fairy princess. I’d fallen a little in love with her myself.

  “What did I tell you?” Isaac questioned when her body had relaxed somewhat.

  “You instructed me not to come, Master Isaac,” she whispered, remorse ringing every word.

  Although I’d seen some submissives come without permission on purpose, I heard genuine remorse in Everly’s tone. She was disappointed in herself for failing him.

  “And did you come?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Come here, little fairy,” he ordered.

  Her legs were wobbly, but Everly managed to get to her feet, then straightened her spine, thrust her chest forward, and gracefully pranced toward Isaac.

  My brother shifted seconds before Every draped herself over his thighs, her palms pressing against the floor as she held herself over his lap.

  “Five,” Isaac warned seconds before he smacked her ass. Hard.

  That sweet fairy princess moaned.

  She fucking moaned and I think I fell a little more.

  Isaac smacked her ass again and again. Everly whimpered, her ass red where his hand had lanced. I envisioned my hand on her ass, her little body tightening over my thighs as she took the punishment without complaint. That tingling sensation in my palm … oh, yeah, I could so get behind this.

  When he finished the punishment, Isaac helped her to her feet.

  “Now you may retire to your bedroom for the evening. Ian or I will inform you where you will be sleeping in a little while.”

  She slowly turned toward my brother, a single tear sliding down her cheek, proof that she had endured. “Thank you, Master Isaac.” She turned to face me. “Thank you, Master Ian.”