I opened my mouth again, and he pinched my nose shut. I had two seconds to gasp in a breath before he cut it off with his cock, shoving it straight down my throat. I closed my lips around him and tightened them as I knew he liked.
As Niko started a vicious pounding, he said, “Pyotr, tongue his ass. Get him wet for me.”
“Yes, Sire.”
Near to suffocating, waves of pleasure flowed up and out from Pyotr's tongue, bubbling along my sensitized cock and over my chest, tightening my nipples in its wake. Two contrasting sensations battled inside me—a burn in my lungs and ecstasy everywhere else. Then the strong, wet, heat of Pyotr's tongue slithered into me, popping beyond my rim just as Niko released my nose. I inhaled and cried out around his thrusting cock, my mind reeling with pleasure both given and denied.
Niko's rhythm slowed and his hand slid tenderly over my face.Kindness. Oh, no. Oh, Goddess, help me, he was being kind.
“You love your king, don't you, Misha?” He slipped from my mouth so I could answer.
Panting, I said, “Yes, Sire.”
“Say it. Use my name.”
I lifted my stare to his and lied, “I love you, Niko.”
Back when those words had first become a lie, I had felt awful for saying them. Every time I did, my gut would churn. But over the years, it became easier. When you repeat a word often enough, it loses meaning. That's what happened with love for me. Not just the word, but also the emotion. It had lost its meaning.
Nikolay's expression softened, and he rubbed a thumb over my swollen lips, all while the wet sounds of Pyotr tonguing me carried to us. Gently, he parted my hair down the center and took his time braiding each section until there were two, thick braids laid over my back. I knew exactly what they were for.
“Pyotr, fetch the steel one,” Niko said as he pulled the leather ties from his hair. His hair fell forward, glossy and thick. The loose waves framed his handsome face, adding to his beauty. He smirked, knowing exactly how attractive he was, and stepped behind me.
My whole body started to tremble as he secured the ends of my braids with those ties. It wasn't in response to his handsome face, or even in anticipation of what he'd use my braids for. No, it was his choice of toy that unnerved me.
“You know that you deserve this, Misha,” Nikolay said as he settled into position between my legs. The head of his cock rubbed over my hole, then slowly entered. “Tell me you deserve the steel.”
“I deserve it, Sire.”
“Good boy.” He grabbed my braids and pulled as he slammed forward.
My head cranked back, and I cried out, louder than I needed to, putting on a show to assuage him. Niko grunted and shoved deeper. Pulled harder. Then he began a brutal thrusting. Pyotr—Goddess bless him—had gotten me as wet as he could and that lubrication lasted longer than it should have. Still, a few minutes into it, the sex stopped being pleasant. Or perhaps I should say that it stopped givingmeany pleasure.
It was a cunning punishment. Bringing me to arousal only to ring my erection, then providing me with enough pleasure to heighten my arousal before taking that bliss away. My body didn't know how to respond. We were excited? Afraid? In pain? In need? Whatever we felt, my dick couldn't soften as it wanted to. It remained erect even though my potential orgasm had shriveled and died.
Luckily, mine was the only orgasm to dwindle. The Gods had mercy on me and mere seconds later, Nikolay gave a great cry and one last thrust, yanking on my hair to wrench my head back to its limits as he filled me. With a sigh, he slid out and let go of my hair, but he didn't move from his position.
“Pyotr,” Niko said.
I didn't even try to look over my shoulder, just braced myself for what was coming.
“You want that tiger, I know you do, Misha,” the King said. The crisp shock of cold steel made me flinch as he trailed the largest dildo in his collection over the top of my ass. “And we both saw the size of his erection. This is comparable, I believe.” He tapped the steel phallus on my clenching asshole. “So, your punishment will be to get exactly what you want.” He slammed the enormous steel shaft into me, driving it deep with one powerful thrust.
This time, I didn't have to emphasize my scream.
It could have been worse. With his cum inside me and the sleek steel of the shaft, the entry was smooth, but it still stretched me to my limits and that cruel shove gave my muscles no time to adjust. The first scream was real, but by his second thrust, the pain had become pleasure, and I had to fake it.
Funny, most people fake orgasms. I had to fake agony.
Nikolay squeezed one of my ass cheeks, spreading it even more as he began to slam the steel dick into me. Over and over, he plunged that sleek, thick rod while I closed my eyes and imagined it was Konstantin. Niko had thought this would make me fear the tiger but his plan had backfired. This was exactly what I'd been craving. A huge cock splitting me open. Driving into me mercilessly. Showing all the savagery I knew lurked inside the Kaplan. I imagined Kon standing behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he claimed me at last. The next time I screamed, it was with pleasure, but also frustration.
I couldn't let myself come or Nikolay would know that my erection was due to more than the cock ring. And then things would go very badly for me. So I focused on that—the things Niko might do to me if he knew that his punishment had failed. And, wouldn't you know it, my orgasm subsided once more.
“Pyotr, get over here.”
I felt the King shift. His thrusting slowed. The silken brush of hair caressed the back of my balls and my inner thighs. Then came the unmistakable sounds of oral sex. Niko groaned and resumed his brutal pace, fucking my ass with his dildo as he fucked Pyotr's mouth with his cock. I shrieked again, and both Niko and Pyotr moaned.
“You see, Misha? You could never find pleasure with him. You're meant to be mine. My cock is perfect for you.”
