Vax stared at my sex, then reached out to tap the cage. “Very pretty.”
“What would you like to sample first?” I asked.
Vax grinned, his gaze still on my cock, then lifted his stare to meet my eyes. “I'll leave it up to you. Just be sure to select the best bites for me.”
I cut the grilled fish and offered him a morsel. Vaxarion's lips closed over it, then he pulled back, sensually sliding his prize from the fork. I got a forkful of sea asparagus next. He ate that in just as erotic a manner. Within minutes, my cock ached, pushing at the cage. Hands trembling, I lifted the fork again, but couldn't hold back my moan.
Vax grinned before snatching the bite. “Comfy?”
“Not in the least.”
“Good.” He tapped my cage again. “Keep going.”
I somehow managed to finish feeding him. By the end of the meal, both my cock and stomach ached, the latter rumbling with hunger.
“Hungry, slave?” Vax asked.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Vax pushed the tray aside, and I sadly watched it go, taking the leftover food with it. Then I looked back at the Sea King. He spread his legs, and I finally allowed myself to look at his sex. I couldn't while feeding him. It was hard enough to watch him lick and suck and moan his way through the meal. If I had looked at his cock, I would have been in ten times as much pain.
But now I did.
It was gloriously erect, standing straight up with a glossy bead of moisture welling atop it. My mouth watered. ThenVaxarion's hand slid between his pectorals and down his belly. Slowly. He gripped the base of his cock and squeezed. The dewdrop on his tip grew.
“Oh, fuck,” I panted.
“If you're hungry, I will feed you,” he said. “But first, you will have me as an appetizer. Get to work, slave. And pray that I find your ministrations pleasing. If I don't, cum is all you'll have to fill your belly.”
Oh, dear Gods, why does that excite me? I'm a bad, bad pirate boy who needs a good spanking. Oh, fuck. Maybe he'll spank me if I disobey him. Should I dare it?
I reached over and scooped some whipped cream off what was left of the King's dessert and topped his cock with it. It was a minor disobedience. I wanted to start small. And I even paused a moment to see if he'd stop me. But all Vax did was lift a brow at me as if to ask if I was sure I wanted to proceed.
Fuck, yes, I was sure.
I crawled between the King's legs and went down on him, gobbling up the cream and his cock. So sweet. So hard. The salt of him went well with the cream. I groaned and got comfortable, leaning over his thigh to angle down on him. And Vax loved every second. He groaned and growled and grabbed my hair. But then I think he realized he was being too lenient with me.
That's when Vax pushed me down, choking me on his cock. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper.
“Well done,” Vax said. “But don't think I didn't notice how you got around my command to have me before your meal. You will pay for that.”
I shivered, anticipating the punishment.
Vax chuckled. “Oh, you think you'll enjoy it, do you? We'll see about that.” And then he lost his words to deep groaning.
The King's hips lifted, and he held my head pressed down as he emptied himself into me. I drank him greedily, shuddering as my cock pressed painfully against the cage, then shrank back. No, I wasn't into pain with my sex.
When Vax finished coming, it seemed as if he'd forgotten about punishing me. Sated, he laid back and waved his hand at the tray. “Eat.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I said and rushed to the food.
“Take it to the floor, slave.”
I grunted and shifted off the mattress, taking the tray with me. With the mattress being on the floor, it wasn't much of a journey. But there was a divide between Vax and me suddenly. There, sitting cross-legged on the polished coral and bent over my food, I was a pet while he, sprawled on his comfy bed, was the master. His stare added to that unspoken declaration.
Fine with me.
I stuffed myself, then pushed away the tray and laid down. Curled on my side toward Vax, I watched him watch me. He had softened during sex, but now the coldness was returning to his eyes. Fuck.
