Dorian’s grin widened. “Neither can I,” he replied. “However, tell me something before we start, my King.” He sat back on his knees, and she could see the imprint of his hardening cock against his pants as he began to touch himself slowly. “How wet are you right now?”
Bala’s thighs tightened at the challenge and anticipation, seeing the length of him and pleased that he indeed had something to brag about. She leaned down and grabbed the leather neck collar from the floor, eyes dancing as she studied it between her fingers, imagining all the ways she could make him sing for her. She had just uncrossed her legs and leaned forward when she lifted her lashes to him, and she saw the amusement had vanished—replaced with a hunger and drive in them that told her he was awaiting her command.
Bala slowly pushed off the chair, feet pressing into the floor, and she wound the collar between her hands slowly, chin lifting as she said,
“Crawl.”
And Dorian did.
His eyes fluttered as he shifted to his hands and knees, and he deliberately stalked the space between them, pushing his box to one side and making way. And when he reached her, he lifted his hands off the floor to wrap around her calves. His lips pressed to her knees, to her thighs, and for a moment, Bala allowed herself to revel in his tease. She shuffled her fingers in his soft hair, the perfect length to tug on, and she held him as his mouth latched onto the buttons of her pants to undo them.
His teeth were as swift as his hands would have been.
He deliberately shuffled her pants off with an evident restraint. He moved like he was holding himself back from attacking her onto the bed or putting her in her place. He pushed off her underwear after, eyes never leaving her body. And when he was finished, he leaned forward again, his breath tickling over her bare skin with the brush of his nose, and she heard him curse when he neared her sex.
“My King…” He kissed her lower stomach as his hands traveled up the backs of her legs and came to cup her backside. His chin settled on her stomach as he looked up at her, and she realized he was awaiting her instruction.
“Prince…” she teased, pushing his hair off his forehead. “Have you been a naughty boy?”
A heavy breath left him, his fingers squeezing slightly on her ass as he replied, “Yes,” in a heated whisper.
“Do you want to please me?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “Tell me my rules,” he begged.
Bala lifted his chin softly, just off her skin, and she began to push the soft leather around his neck. “No kissing,” she said upon securing the collar loose enough that it didn’t choke him.
“What else?” he managed when she locked the lightweight chain on the ring at his throat.
She wrapped the links around her fingers in a toying manner. “You will do everything I say when I say it.”
Gravity bent as she lowered herself before him, leaning until she was level with his face, and she tipped his chin back with her forefinger. “And Prince?”
“Yes, my King,” he swallowed.
“You’ll come when I tell you to.”
His eyes closed, head tilting just noticeably as the command shivered over his skin. “Yes, my King.”
“Now, set me on the back of this chair again so I can watch you strip for me.”
Dorian’s arms clasped behind her thighs, swallowing her in his grasp, and he held her up as he stood to his knees. She hovered there as he held her gaze long enough in the moment it took for him to place her.
She swore he never even blinked as he revealed himself fully, as the shirt came off, him being delicate with the cold chain then dangling against his shadowed chest, firelight illuminating his trim and lean muscles. His pants came off swiftly, revealing his taut length, ready for her tease, and she watched as he resisted the urge to touch himself.
“Well, at least you’re not completely full of shit,” she declared at the sight of him bare.
What looked to be a faint blush washed his cheeks as he glanced towards the window, tongue darting out over his dry lips, and then his chin lifted when he looked back to her.
“Back on your knees,” she said before he could speak.
She was certain he thought she was giving him permission to devour her by the look in his gaze, but she wasn’t nearly done toying with him just yet. He sank before her when she reached him, leaning in between her legs, and she shoved his forehead, taking control of the chain with a heavy tug. He grunted, obvious it had hurt him.
“Did I say you could have that yet?” she asked him.
“No,” he replied, eyes on the floor.
“Sit until I tell you to move.”
