Chained Wings

Gift Exchange

---POV Res---

He chuckled at my clumsiness, and I sighed, pouting my lips before looking back at him. It wasn’t like I hadn’t said his name before, but everything about this exchange felt so much more intimate than any conversation we've had before. “Good to hear. Go ahead and open it.”

I took a deep breath and decided it wasn’t the time to be annoyed with him. “Okay, together?” I asked.

He rolled his eyes, but his smile was still there. He was humoring me. “Sure.” I pulled off the perfectly creased navy-blue packaging and revealed a small box. Earrings? I opened the lid and I was wrong. Definitely not earrings. I stared at the simple diamond and sapphire white gold band that glowed in the moonlight as it rested on top of a velvet pillow.

I looked up to him, speechless. “It’s a promise ring. I don’t want you to only be mine when we are alone anymore. I want everyone to know. I’m tired of hiding. I am president after all. Who am I concerned about? Then and now.”

I opened my mouth and closed it and opened it again before grinning from ear to ear. It’s a promise ring. “Faron…this…this is perfect. Where do I put it? Wait, what about Faith?! She will zero in on this immediately. I live with her. And these are real sapphires and diamonds. It’s beyond obvious and I don’t want to lose this.”

He smiled and nodded to my hand. “On your right hand. You are to never take it off. It is your new collar. I will deal with my sister. We are amending a lot of rules tonight. Why not add that one to the list? It’s just a new ring to her for now and she will see it as you thought it looked nice. Blue is your favorite color, after all. You can tell her where you got it from after I chat with her. You can wear your lace when you are with me as well, but the ring is permanent.” He said sternly.

I didn’t dare object and it’s not like I haven’t had jewelry before. I just think the ring might be a bit obvious. Oh well, I can figure it out. I didn’t even know they were siblings until after we started our relationship. It’s not like either of them are advertising their relationship. I still cannot believe I didn't realize Wes called Faith a princess the day Faron and I met. “Yes Faron, Sir.”

“Sir?” He asked.

“I mean, Faron.” I corrected. I blushed when he nodded and I could feel my slightly pointed ears heating up. I grabbed the small ring, and he stopped me before placing it on my right hand’s ring finger. I smiled happily and it was a perfect fit. Of course he would know my size. “So, now I can say we are dating?” I asked.

“Do you not want to?” He asked, seemingly hurt.

I smirked inwardly. I don’t want any special treatment and that is what I’ll get if our relationship status is known. Nobody will reprimand me and tell me I’m a shame to the school’s foundation! It would kill my favorite pastime. I would get bored. But…. “Well, it would kill my fun. You are supposed to be the one person in school I drive nuts. And it also messes up our number one rule. Don’t tell your sister. I’m sure she will find out just like everyone else.”

He walked up to me and I looked up at him while he towered over me. “I thought I told you, I enjoy the challenge and I'll deal with my sister. Just because we are public, doesn’t mean your personality will suddenly shift. Also, I know you think you will get special treatment. That won’t happen. I still punish my sister and the leadership of this school already knows we are related. If anything, it’s worse for her.” He added.

I nodded because it does make sense. She gets shame from the school and because of her family. He then startled me out of my thoughts, dropping the green pendant I made for him in front of my eyes as it dangled from its thick white gold chain. I stared at the simple white gold vines I added to the top where the stone attached to the chain as the green stone slightly glowed at the touch of its owner. Luckily, that only happens for a short time, then the glow can only be seen by the person who gave the gift.

“Interesting, you chose a forever stone for my first gift. I guess we both wanted this relationship to move forward.” He said with a grin.

“Yes. I…I want to be yours…permanently.” Which is exactly what that stone meant. It’s a stone that stays vibrant and full of life as long as the relationship flourishes. If the relationship is broken for whatever reason, the stone cracks and turns back to its original form. Coal.

He grinned, showing his fangs through his lips. He only presents his fangs when he’s hungry, pissed off, or…or aroused. I looked back down at the floor and reassumed my kneeling position. He laughed once. “So, you know the triggers so well now, I don’t even have to tell you. That is becoming very intriguing.”

“Thank you, sir.” I said. Finally. We can have some fun. I have been burning for his touch all day. Ever since I got his text messages this morning, I have been holding my breath in anticipation.

“Come.” He said and a shiver snaked it’s way down my spine as I noticed his change in tone. I rose to my feet and walked behind him quietly. My eyes glued to the floor and my wings completely suppressed. Thankfully, fairies don’t have their wings on display all the time. That would be really inconvenient. I’ve noticed that fact with Lima.

I heard him clasp the necklace in place and that made me even more…hungry. I thought he would just keep it in the box to be honest. “Lay down.” He pointed to the cool leather bench and I kicked off my heels, placing them in my corner next to the patio door. I walked back to the bench and laid on my stomach. I placed my face into the hole up front to support my neck. My legs draped over the back and my toes just barely rested on the black wood floor. He started to circle again and my lower end began to sizzle more than before. “Hands at your sides.”

I cleared my throat. “Yes,sir.” I said before placing my hands on the curve of my bum. He grabbed my jacket’s collar and pulled the leather back gently. It stopped at my wrists, and I knew I was pinned.

He pulled the sleeves tightly together and rested my hands on my back. The core muscles necessary to be his sub was a lot and I’m not complaining. I took deep breaths and stayed balanced. It was a good workout after all. Now I only need to go to the gym twice a week.

I could hear the wheels of a pair of small black pads coming towards me. He pressed the brakes on each and took a deep breath, standing right behind my all-revealing dress hem. “Lift.”

I gently arched my back, lifting my hips towards him and spreading my legs apart. Apparently, Gymnastics definitely helps in this situation. I was one of the top gymnasts at the school after all. Even with my…record…no one could deny my raw talent, but after a couple years, I got bored. He easily grabbed hold of each shin and gave them a gentle tug before stretching my splits further apart and resting my ankles on their respective cushions.

Swiftly, he used his speed to tie down my ankles, allowing me to relax into the oh-so-familiar position. I could hear him circle me and I shifted my fingers under my jacket. “Very good. You followed my instructions down to a T. Very good, sweetheart.”

He stood behind me and stared at me while I arched my body for a better view. “Thank you, sir.” I moaned, already falling into the scene and getting lost in the moment.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He took a deep breath and walked over to his closet of toys, cuffs, and contraptions. I never really know what he is going to use, but it is nice to not see. It heightens my responses. The scene has been set up; it now begins.

The minutes turned into well over an hour of bliss until we both had our fill. “I…I…please, sir. Please.” I begged in almost an inaudible whisper.

“Mmmhmm.” He said and continued his work.

“Ahhh…si-sir…” I gasped.

“Yes?” He sauntered around me slowly and before I knew it, his dark blue jeans were in view. I tensed up even further as his soft hands glided from the crown of my head, to my shoulders. He began to massage my back slowly and methodically. Every squeeze made me slightly lose focus. He found a way to slide around each and every bruise on my back as if they weren’t even there.

I know he was going easy on me all night because of them and I was grateful. Each squeeze was a level of relaxation I was craving after being jumped. “Please.” I begged once more.

“Release.” He said sternly. I gasped and felt my body contract and relax over and over as he continued to massage my back. I sighed heavily, groaning at the extent of the release and the length of anticipation. He kissed my lower back softly and released my arms in one swift movement. I let them dangle as my ankles stayed trapped. “That’s enough for today. I can’t continue with your body like this. Consider our little play time…a reward for still coming here even when you are…so very bruised.” So that's why he only pleasured me tonight.

He unbuckled the clamps on my ankles and simultaneously caught my shins to let my legs slowly fall back down to center. My toes still just barely scraping the floor. “Go to the bed, sweetie.” He said softly.

I tried to stand and I could instantly feel the weakness from my euphoric pleasure and from those d*mn bruises. Then my legs gave out on me. Before I knew it, I was nestled into his arms and I could feel the tension under his t-shirt. He must be really pissed. He did his best not to be angry about this situation, but all restraint has officially gone out the window. “I’ll kill them.” He growled.

“No…no…like I said. I can handle it. I…I don’t want any trouble, F-Faron.” I said. I tried not to stutter and show my weakness, but he was not fooled. He walked me to the soft silk cushioned comforter and pulled it to one side along with the warm sheets underneath it. The high-quality cotton sheets felt like pure bliss as it came in contact with my bare skin. My dress, long forgotten. He slowly pulled up my torso and unclipped my bra, releasing the pain around my torso. I moaned in relief.

“Better?” He asked.

I sighed heavily and looked away knowing Rule Number Five: During a scene or aftercare, eye contact is by permission. He gently tilted my chin towards his chiseled body, sitting on the side of the bed. I looked up and I saw genuine worry fall across his face. “Yes…much better.”

“Good. I’ll go get some ice and a warm washcloth. You stay put.” I nodded and he cut a stare at me. I flinched. Rule Number Six: Speak your words, Yes or No, when asked.

“Y-yes. Sorry.” I whimpered.

“You only get a pass this one time. I need to know how you are feeling. Always.” He tapped the tip of his finger against my nose and walked off to his bathroom. I could hear the water running and my eyes started to get heavy. He usually takes care of me after a scene and it does help relax my limbs, but I don’t know if I would call today a scene perssay. We didn’t do much and he is still doting on me.

I don’t know when, but I felt the warm and cold compress interchangeably throughout my body come and fade. Then I was blinking against the crisp sunrays of the morning. Morning…. MORNING?! Sh*t! I turned and looked around for my phone, trying to orient myself, but just as quickly as I was trying to get moving, a sturdy arm was wrapped around my waist and I froze. He’s still here?!

Usually, he just leaves a note because he has student council on Saturday or other tasks he must complete. I guess I woke up too early…? But that couldn’t be right. By the look of the sun, it was nearly 10am. “Sleep in.” Faron instructed.

He shuffled under the covers and closed his eyes again while his arm still rested over my torso. I guess that was the end of that conversation. I wonder why he wanted to hide out in here so badly. He’s always so busy. Nothing keeps him away from his tasks.

As if on queue, I heard banging outside the door…and a very enraged pureblood. “Faron! How dare you ignore the elders coming to this school! Get your a*s down to the council room at once!” Faron’s eldest brother. Perfect.

I haven’t even heard much about him, but what I know is he’s been a thorn in Walray’s side since he arrived. Faron is better than him in every aspect of the word. It was surprising he’s still admitted here. Every time he turns around, he is proactively trying to overthrow or defame Faron so he could be president. It’s funny though…you would think I would be worse.

Faron covered his eyes slowly and I looked between him and the door with concern. It looks like Faron was getting prepared for yet another unpleasant encounter with the First Prince of the Vampire Kingdom, Alric.