I couldn't help it; I was conditioned by his kindness and his body. The generosity and then withdrawal. The carrot, then the whip. I knew it was a mind game, but I was hopeless against it. I slid out of my shirt and started for him. By the time I reached the bed, I was naked once more.
The Swan King smiled and it sent a chill down my spine. “Get on the bed.”
I pulled back the heavy covers, climbed onto the mattress, and steadied myself on hands and knees.
“No. On your back.”
I looked over at him in surprise.
He was busy coating his cock in lubricant, but he still caught my movement. “Yes, your back.Now.”
As I rolled onto my back, Niko picked up my shirt and wiped his hands off with it. It didn't matter to him that it was a dress shirt, tailor-made for me. He assumed someone would clean it. Tossing the garment aside, he joined me. I watched his face for any clue as to what was about to happen.
“Legs up.”
I grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled my legs up and out to the sides, presenting myself for my king's use. Niko positioned himself on his knees before me and ran his hands down the back of my thighs, making me shudder.
“That's right, Misha. You know who you belong to.” He bent over me and brought the tip of his cock to my entrance. “But you want him, don't you?”
“Who?”
Niko tsked me as he rubbed that wet head over my clenching ring. “Don't lie to your king.” He pushed, entering me slowly, making us both groan. “You want that big, tiger cock, don't you? When I told you to bend over for him, you couldn't do it fast enough.”
He slammed into me, hitting my pleasure spot with the first thrust. Ecstasy shot through me, but he was right, all I could think about was how full I'd be if it was Konstantin inside me instead. That ridge I'd felt was both thick and long. His cock would take more than one thrust to penetrate me. He'd have to—
“Look at me!” Nikolay snapped.
I opened my eyes and fastened them on Niko.
“This is why I wanted you on your back. You need to see that I'm fucking you.” He began to pump steadily. “You need to remember that mine is the only cock you will ever feel inside you. My dick is the only one that will ever split your tight hole and fill you as you need to be filled. To pump hot cum into your channel until it drips down your thighs.”
My rashness gone, I held my tongue and didn't remind him that he had just offered Konstantin three thrusts inside me. Then that thought summoned images of the Garin doing just that, but far more than three times, and those pictures sent my body into erotic spasm.
The King grunted. “You like that, don't you, my little Misha? You like knowing that only I have been inside you and only I ever will.”
“Yes, my king,” I lied.
“My sweet Misha.” He bent his head to kiss me.
Finally able to close my eyes, I let my imagination soar and, despite the different taste and feel, I tricked myself into believing it was the tiger who I kissed. It was his cock pumping deep. His tight belly slapping against me. His powerful arms supporting my legs so that I could let go and grab his—ugh, no, touching Niko's slim hips ruined the fantasy. I moved my hands back to my thighs and angled myself up even higher to receive him deeper.
The King ended our kiss, and I had to open my eyes, but I held onto as much of my fantasy as I could. Letting my stare go unfocused, I lowered my hand between us and started pumping myself. But, damn him, Niko wouldn't shut up.
“That's it. Work that pretty dick for me. Show me how much you like me fucking your naughty hole.”
I groaned and gave up, focusing on Nikolay. He was pumping wildly now, his body glistening from the strain. I will say this about the King, he has great stamina. This was only the start of our night; he'd likely fuck me for hours yet. Hopefully, he wouldn't summon anyone else, but even with his earlier assurances, that wasn't a guarantee. Still, for now, he was all mine, and I took him.
Because it was so much better to enjoy the things you couldn't change rather than lament them.
Chapter Six
The next morning, I almost sent for a breakfast tray instead of going to the dining hall for the communal buffet. The desire to see Konstantin won out, but as I walked through the gleaming corridors, I stopped several times and almost turned back.
I owed Niko a lot. I may not love him anymore, and he may have moments when he behaved like a complete bastard, but he still deserved my loyalty. And he had assured me that he wasn't giving me away. All of that should have equated to trust, I should have reverted to being his faithful consort, but he'd put me on a path that led to Konstantin. He'd shoved me past my loyalty, off that stupid metaphorical cliff, and into bliss, then anger. He had made me feel betrayed and given me a glimpse of what life without him might be like. It was hard to go back now.
But Niko's assurances had accomplished one thing; they'd taken away my justification. If I pursued Konstantin now, it would legally and ethically be a betrayal of my king and lover.
“Fuck,” I whispered, pausing again.
