I want to taste all of him, but he is right. To take my magic, he needs to be inside me. Inside my ass, not my mouth. And now that I’m thinking of the feel of him stretching me wide, it seems like a wonderful idea. I let go of his cock with a loud plop, shove my trousers and underwear down to my mid thigh, and straddle his lap.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” he says, and his concern warms me.
I’m so very aroused, and his cock is wet from my mouth. I’m sure I will be fine. He loops his bound hands over my head, to encircle my back. I rise up on my knees and grab his cock with one hand to steady it. Carefully I line it up to my hole. Then slowly, I start to lower myself onto it.
It feels like being impaled. It’s incredible. I like the burn, the sting, and as I sink further onto him, the feeling of fullness is bliss.
I sink all the way and groan. I love having Harry inside me and I don’t think that’s just the magic talking. I sit still for a moment, letting my body adjust. But I’m not feeling very patient at all.
My hands are on his shoulders, perfect for added leverage. I rise up a little and the drag is mind blowing. I sink back down and cry out.
“Alright?” asks Harry.
I can’t open my eyes, so I nod frantically. “Very!”
He chuckles, and it reverberates through me, causing another wave of bliss. I rise up again and find a rhythm and angle that is ecstasy.
My head falls back as I revel in the joy of riding Harry. There is no blood in my veins, just euphoria.
“You are so beautiful,” gasps Harry.
And just like that I peak. Pleasure, bliss and magic all roaring out of me with a scream that echoes around the walls.
Guess I have a praise kink. I sag against him, rest my head on his shoulder and let myself drift away. In this moment nothing else matters, save that I am in his arms. It is all that I need.
Chapter twenty-five
I’mstillmostlysoporificwhen Eban comes to fetch me. As soon as Harry hears him approaching, he pulls my trousers up for me and uses his strong hands on my hips to push me up to my feet. I don’t want to leave him. I want to stay. His prison should be my prison. I shouldn’t be sleeping in a lovely guest room, while he is down here, chained to the fucking wall. He has done nothing wrong.
But I’m too tired to yell at Eban. He knows my dream has always been to be a vessel and a good husband, and he thinks I am clinging onto that fairytale with everything I have and ignoring all the red flags. How do you convince someone who thinks you are deluded, that you are not deluded, if they think everything that comes out of your mouth is a delusion?
It’s an impossible puzzle. I give Harry a forlorn look and he gives me the tiniest of smiles.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I will get you out of here soon.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me, and I can’t say I blame him. I’m not the faith inspiring type. I’m just an ex-healer who likes getting railed, and drinking tea. Hardly a courageous warrior to have on your side.
Eban pulls me away and I shuffle after him. I’m still exhausted after giving up all my magic. And I really need a shower. Cunning plans are going to have to wait until tomorrow.
I give Harry one last lingering look, before the stairs hide him from view. Now I have to blink away my tears before Eban sees and blames Harry.
I have to think of a way out of this. I just have to.
After a good night’s sleep, I wake up with sudden clarity. I clearly can’t convince my well-meaning friends to let me and Harry go. So I need to give up on that and focus on escaping. One of them has the keys to the magic binding cuffs holding Harry. I just need to find out who, steal them and free Harry. Simple.
A groan of dismay escapes me. My history of enacting cunning plans successfully is exactly zero. Well, rescuing Eban worked well, but that plan had mostly been Bastion’s. I merely played my part.
This time, it’s just me, and this time I can’t fail. I need to pull myself together. I can do this. I have to.
I hurry down to breakfast so I can start work on my plan. Eban is the only one in the breakfast room, a half-empty cup of coffee in front of him. I have a feeling he has been lingering with the intention of seeing me. Fine by me. It makes it easier for me to get to work. I don’t think he has the keys, but I need to rule him out to be sure.
“Good morning, darling. How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Fine,” I grumble while helping myself to some still warm toast.
A complete change of heart will be too suspicious. So I think I should aim for appearing grumpily resigned.
“I hated leaving you with him last night,” Eban says softly and the guilt in his eyes tears at my heart. He is an infuriating ass, but he really does care.
