Unseelie Girlfriend: Melisande Part Two (special preview)

“You can,” Melisande licks her lips as you watch her. “You can leave,” she waves off the other Unseelie in the room. “I wish to discuss business with her.”

As soon as the others leave, Melisande stands from her seat and struts over to you. She takes the chair beside you and sits down, placing herself close beside you. She’s wearing a woody sort of perfume that draws you in. our heart hammers rapidly as she looks over papers for a brief moment.

“Not to worry, I do plan on making you work during this trip. This isn’t all fun and games.” She places her hand on the nape of your neck and smiles. “I’ll pay handsomely, of course.” Her fingers massage your neck. “And I’ll take care of everything.” 

You chuckle shyly. “It will be fun to just get out of the office for a while.”

Melisadnde laughs. “I bet it will. Stuck behind that desk all day.” She turns more to you and lets her eyes linger on your body. “Tell me,” she rubs her hand on your thigh. “Are these panty hose?”

You swallow down the lump in your throat. “Yeah.” You watch her expression for any sort of give away. “Why do you ask?”

Melisande sniffs. “From now on, thigh highs only.” She pushes up your skirt. A sneer crosses her face as she rips open the crotch of your panty hose. You yelp in surprise but you do not fight her. 

“Oh my god these are so sad!” She touches the front of your panties. “This won’t fucking do. These old cotton things.” She clicks her tongue while shaking her head. She then takes the ripped pantyhose off you and tosses them aside. “Come now, we have business to take care of.”

“Uhm but-” You pinch your thighs together. “Right now?”

Melisande places a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll take you out to lunch.”

You go with melisande to her limo which is parked outside. Once there, Melisande pulls you close to her. She kisses you deeply, pressing you down into the backseat.

“I’ve not been this hungry in ages,” she chuckles. “It took all my willpower not to take you on that conference table.”

“Melisande!” Yo gasp as her sharp teeth drag down your neck. 

She pulls up and takes a deep breath. “Don’t worry, I just needed a taste.” She helps you up and kisses you again. “I’ll have me fill of you on this trip.”

You clear your throat and rub your cheek. “What business were you talking about before?”

“Shopping,” Melisande smirks. “On this trip you’ll be my partner, but elsewhere you’ll still be my pet.” Her smile then fades. “And those sad, sorry, bulk cotton underwear have no place here.”

You fidget in your seat. “I can’t afford much else.”