Vax rolled over and folded his arms on the rim. His hair trailed into the water, so I gathered it up and set it on the ledge, out of the way. Then I washed his shoulders. His waist. Oh, fuck, his ass. I couldn't help slipping a finger between his firm cheeks and prodding his tight hole.
Vax sighed.
That got my attention.
I pushed harder. My finger breached the ring. He was hot and soft inside, but that outer ring squeezed me. I slid deeper, then pumped.
“I don't like the thrusting,” Vax said. “Massage me there instead.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I said breathlessly.
I hooked my finger and rubbed at him in widening circles.
“No. Not good enough.” Vax got to his feet, water sluicing from his body and raining down on me. He set one foot on the rim of the tub and looked at me over his shoulder. “Tongue me, slave.”
“It will be my fucking honor,” I groaned and pushed my face between his cheeks.
I gloried in the sensation of being smothered by the King's flesh for a moment before I spread his cheeks and bared his tight, pink hole. My cock pressed painfully into the cage, but I didn't care. I kissed his hole, then licked it.
“Do better than that,” he growled.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I moaned, but it was muffled.
Flicking my tongue over Vax was fun, but I needed more. So I speared him with it and groaned as he closed around me. I was tongue-fucking the Sea King! Oh, the delight. The shivers that ran down my spine. The pride that he allowed me to do this to him. It was glorious. I groaned in pain and pleasure, the pressure on my aching cock becoming sweet. This was why men raved about getting scratched during sex. This confusion of thesenses. I was past the point where I could separate the pain from the bliss of slipping my tongue into him. I groaned and massaged the globes of flesh I held as I thrust as deep as I could.
“Enough,” Vax said without inflection.
I blinked and backed away, confused by the detached sound of his voice. Had he truly not enjoyed that? “Did I do something wrong, Your Majesty?”
“No,” Vax said. “But it's time for your punishment. Get out of the water and kneel on this step.” He pointed at the top step beside the tub.
I got up, shivering when the heat of the water left me, and knelt on the step. It wasn't comfortable. As I got in place, Vax lowered his leg and widened his stance so that he stood before me. I licked my lips, assuming he would fuck my face and hoping he'd be savage about it.
He did not.
Instead, Vax took his cock in hand and stroked it. He stared at me as he did, his gaze sliding over my face, my chest, and then my caged cock. He remained there, watching my sex struggle against the restraints as he quickened his pace. I whimpered, wanting him so fucking badly.
“Please,” I whispered.
“No,” he said.
I made a wordless cry and gripped the tub rim. Vax worked faster. His muscles rippled. He was close.
“Oh, fuck. Please, Your Majesty. Release me.”
“Never!” Vaxarion roared and came. He angled his cock so that the cum streaked my face.
I closed my eyes and moaned, opening my mouth to catch a few drops. When the hot lashes stopped, I opened my eyes and found him glaring at me. With a rough hand, he rubbed the cum into my face, then shoved his thumb in my mouth. I sucked at it, cleaning it, and held his stare.
“Lower your eyes, slave!”
I looked down at his flaccid dick.
“You are supposed to be appeasing me, Zixin. And yet you keep pushing me. If you want my forgiveness, you had better start acting like it.”
I bowed my head. “You're right. I'm sorry. I'll try to do better.”
Vax grunted and returned to sprawling in the water. “You may wash my hair now.”
