Dazedly, I stagger to my feet.
“You were such a good boy!” Tristan beams.
My heart flutters. My stomach squirms and my aching knees tremble. My entire body is responding to his words. I’m having a full-on visceral reaction.
Oh for fuck’s sake. This can’t be happening. I absolutely refuse to have a praise kink. That is disgusting and twisted behaviour. I’m not weak enough to care what he thinks. I’m supposed to be plotting my revenge over him throwinga party and getting depraved with his magic. I am not going to get all gooey because he called me a good boy.
“What would you like as your reward?” he grins.
Reward? I’m not a dog or a child. This fucking asshole. He pervertedly tortured me with my own clothes for hours while his nasty friends were vile to me, and now he wants to reward me for it? My hands clench into fists.
“Blow me!” I snap.
His ruby eyes sparkle. His grin morphs into something positively depraved. “As you wish.”
My mind stops working. My thoughts seize up completely. My mouth is probably hanging open.
Tristan takes my hand in his. A warm, soft touch that zings through me. I am so distracted that I don’t notice he is taking me to the bedroom until it is almost too late.
But suddenly, my brain comes back online, and I grind to a halt. He tugs on my arm, but I don’t move. He sighs and turns to face me.
“Don’t need a bed for a blow job,” I mutter. I’m not so easy to trick as all that, and I knew his offer was too good to be true.
A strange look flashes in his eyes. “You do if you are a prince.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“I don’t kneel. For anyone,” he states with an obnoxiously proud lift to his chin.
I snort out loud. I have never heard anything so ridiculous in all my days. As if lying on a bed while sucking cock is any more dignified. But whatever. I’m getting blown, so I don’t care. Whatever makeshim happy.
I hold my own head up high, free my hand from his and waltz over to the bed. Then I flop down onto it and fix him with an expectant look.
His grin is obscene. His bright eyes are abhorrent. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning, seeing all the presents under the tree, and not at all like a man about to suck cock. Unless he is a man who really, really likes to suck cock and doesn’t see it as a chore.
It is making me feel deeply uncomfortable. All warm and squirmy. Almost fluttery. It is horrible.
I snatch my gaze away from him and stare up at the canopy of the bed instead. My heart is racing far too fast. It needs to slow down.
The prince stalks towards me. All glittering red eyes and impressive antlers. It really isn’t doing my heart rate any good at all.
His hands go to either side of my hips. His head lowers and I suck in a breath. I see a flash of white teeth and then he is using them to pull on the sash around my waist. A gentle breeze tickles over me as my robes fall open, revealing all of me. Including my incredibly hard cock.
Tristan raises his head back up. He pauses. He admires the view. The look on his face makes me go all squirmy again. Why does he have to look at me like that? Like I’m something he wants. I hate it. It is so unsettling.
Slowly, ever so slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. I mean, ice ages move at a quicker pace, type of speed. His head lowers. His mouth gets closer and closer to my straining cock. His eyes never leave mine.
It is a lot. It is super intense. It might be more than I can handle.
A warm, wet, soft lick laps all the way along my shaft. From root to tip. Despite all the copious amount of warning I had, apparently I was not at all braced for this. Because I’m making a god awful noise and my hips are trying to do the tango. They’d be jerking all over the place if Tristan didn’t have a firm hand on my stomach, holding me down.
Another long lick. Now I’m howling. My eyes are rolling back and my brain is exploding with pretty colours.
“Such a sensitive little pet,” purrs Tristan.
I want to punch him, but my fists appear to be tangled in the furs. Gripping them as if they can somehow save me.
Soft, pillowy lips glide over the head of my cock. They begin a slow descent down. Rolling over me. Encasing me in tight heat.
