“If this is what you want, then we'll find a way to make it happen.”
“Good answer.” He pulled me into a kiss.
And it felt like starting a new chapter in my life. Turning a page and writing my own story. So many times in the past, I'd felt as if my life were out of my hands. Even before I became a wraith lord, other people decided how I would live. But now I was starting to see that I had a say too. I could choose what I wanted.
At that moment, I wanted Taroc.
Fuck Vexen. I mean, don't fuck him. Or rather, I would fuck him, but he didn't want to. Ugh, forget the fucking thing. I meant, forget him for now. If he wasn't ready, that was fine. I couldn't push him. Didn't even want to anymore. It was a big step, and I needed Vex to be as certain about it as Taroc was. Taroc had known what he was getting into and now that he was in, he was happily working around his limitations. Stretching them without breaking anything.
My cunning dragon daddy.
Speaking of which . . .
I eased back from our kiss to ask, “What happened to all your toys, Daddy?”
Taroc grinned. “I was just about to show you our new playroom, little boy.”
Chapter Fourteen
It was just what I needed. Taroc was just what I needed. He had me naked and strapped to one of his devices a few minutes later. With my hands and feet bound, I felt strangely free. No decisions to make, nothing to fight. Just Taroc and the pleasure he gave me.
And then things took an unexpected turn. Literally.
Taroc spun the contraption I was on so that I faced the hardwood floor. He had already oiled and stretched me, so he slid into me without the usual back and forth. I gasped and then moaned. So good. Taroc's long cock went deep. He grabbed the globes of my ass and pulled himself even deeper.
“You were naughty tonight,” Taroc said.
I blinked. “What? When?”
“When you offered another man sex without asking us first. Without asking me.”
“Oh. I thought we were past that.” I groaned as he slammed deeper. “I guess not.”
“Beg for my forgiveness.”
“What?” I snarled.
“Do it.”
“Oh, that's it!” I struggled with the restraints. “Let me off this thing.”
“No. Say you're sorry.” Taroc pressed me down.
“What I'm saying is, stop!”
Taroc stopped.
We were both panting heavily. His hand was still on my back. His cock still inside me. It throbbed.
“Get your dick out of me and let me off this thing,” I said.
Taroc pulled out, then unlocked something and spun me to face upright. He undid the straps, and I sat up, then crawled off the device.
“Ember,” Taroc said.
“Taroc, I thought we were coming here to play. The word play has lighthearted connotations. No part of it implies working out your anger on me.” I pointed at him. “If you're upset with me, we deal with itbeforewe come in here. You don't wait until I'm helpless and playing your daddy game to shove your shit down my throat!” I shoved him with both hands and pushed past him.
“Ember!”
