The second smack to his ass was unexpected and harder than the first, making him cry out. “I said use my name.”
Arkadi squeezed his eyes shut, heat rushing into his face as he realized what Rodian meant, what he was offering. To be granted the right of a diminutive was a sign of favor, and if Rodian wanted to give him that, then Arkadi could only honor it. “Please, Rodya.”
Warm lips ghosted over his cheek, fingers curling around his throat like a necklace. “Very good, little Blade.”
He wasn’t meant to be owned by anyone, wielded by the Star Order for the good of the country. But what was a country without its ruler? It made sense to be owned by Rodian, and Arkadi could only beg with his body for what he wanted, and Rodian—kind, intelligent, surprisingly fierce Rodian—gave it to him.
The first touch of that blunt cockhead against his entrance made Arkadi gasp, the sound turning into a moan as Rodian pushed in with a carefulness that belied the hand wrapped around his throat. Arkadi shuddered as that cock sank into him with exquisite slowness, Rodian rocking in with a careful rollof his hips an inch at a time before pulling almost all the way out, leaving just his cockhead inside the heat of Arkadi’s body. Then he’d push back inside, going just a little further, stretching Arkadi open more than those thick fingers had done.
The thickness of Rodian’s cock burned, with the oil barely easing the way. Arkadi clawed at the desk blotter, leaving scratches in the soft leather as he tried not to moan like a professional courtesan. But Rodian had been right—it hurt to take him after a bit, the older man’s girth and length almost too much, and he wasn’t even all the way inside Arkadi yet. He must have made some sound of discomfort after the latest push in because Rodian went still, cock throbbing in Arkadi’s ass, fingers stroking over the pulse of his throat.
“Do you want me to stop?” Rodian asked.
Arkadi knew the other man would if he said yes, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He rather thought it wasn’t what Rodian wanted either. “Don’t. Please, Rodya. I want you.”
Rodian groaned at that, hips jerking a little in the face of Arkadi’s begging. Arkadi tilted his hips and pushed himself backward, forcing Rodian’s cock deeper, the stretch dragging a strangled cry out of him. Rodian swore, catching him by the hip to keep him still.
“I’m trying not to hurt you,” Rodian rasped.
Arkadi laughed weakly, turning his head to the side a little, swallowing against the grip on his throat. He caught Rodian’s gaze for a moment, taking in the flushed face and wild eyes of his Isar. “You could never hurt me. So make me yours.”
He watched Rodian’s control fracture, a wildness coming to those eyes that pleased Arkadi to see. The hand on his hip tightened while the one around his throat stayed gentle right up until Rodian slammed his cock the rest of the way inside. Arkadi tried to scream at the glorious sensation of being nearlycleaved in half by a massive cock but could only choke as Rodian tightened the hand around his throat, cutting off his air.
Arkadi squeezed his eyes shut, colored spots dancing across his vision as Rodian lay atop him, pressing him against the desk, his own cock trapped against the cool leather of the desk blotter. Rodian was pressed so deep inside him he could feel the brush of those large balls against his body.
Rodian traced the shell of Arkadi’s ear with his tongue before biting at the lobe, teeth catching on the jeweled earring there. “Make no mistake, little Blade. You were mine at the very first dance you taught me in the garden.”
The fingers around his throat loosened, and Arkadi sucked in a ragged, desperate breath, finding it difficult to breathe with Rodian’s weight holding him down. He whimpered, trapped, both by the cock inside him and the body above. He knew he could get free—but he didn’t want to.
Then Rodian pushed himself off Arkadi, drawing his cock out to the very tip before sinking back inside with a sureness that had Arkadi moaning loudly and Rodian letting him make that sound. The fingers around his throat held him loosely in that moment as Rodian worked his cock back inside Arkadi like he wanted to be nowhere else. And really, they shouldn’t be doing this. They had a political crisis on their hands, and yet, Rodian had Arkadi bent over his royal desk, making him take the biggest cock he ever had, and he wanted to be nowhere else but underneath his Isar.
“That’s right,” Rodian grunted as he thrust back in again with a strength that drew Arkadi up onto his toes. “Beg me to let you come. Ask me for permission, little Blade.”
Arkadi had never begged for anything in his life, but he did so in that moment, body winding tight like a toy maker’s mechanical spring. “Please, please, Rodya. Let me come. I want to come on your cock. I wantyou.”
Rodian swore, fingers biting into Arkadi’s hip hard enough to bruise. The next thrust was angled just right, hitting that spot inside Arkadi hard enough to make him scream, or he would have, if Rodian hadn’t choked it off. The fingers around his throat tightened, and all Arkadi could do was close his eyes and let Rodian hold his breath for him as that hard cock pounded into him over and over.
Agonizing pleasure crept through him—fierce and hot and almost too much in the best way. He was getting closer and closer to that edge, but before he reached it, Rodian tightened his grip on Arkadi’s throat and hauled him upright, still seated on Rodian’s cock, gravity helping that rock-hard thickness sink deeper into him.
Arkadi let out a strangled cry that would have turned into a wail when Rodian let go of his hip to take his own cock in hand and give it a firm stroke. But the fingers around his throat cut off his voice as Rodian rocked against him, finding his rhythm in the new position. It was all Arkadi could do to clutch at his arms, body at Rodian’s mercy as the older man pounded into him without pause, taking and taking andtakinguntil Arkadi wanted to scream.
“You’remine,” Rodian growled into his ear, beard scraping over his skin, hips snapping hard on each vicious thrust. “You’ll always be mine.” Another thrust made Arkadi’s spine bend from the force of it. “My” —The next thrust went so deep he thought he could feel the force of it in his lungs—“Beautiful”—Another thrust made Arkadi writhe from the intensity of everything—“Gilded”—The next thrust felt like a punishment, it went so deep—“Blade.”
Arkadi came with a scream that never left his lips, body going rigid for a few seconds in Rodian’s embrace as the fingers around his throat cut off his air with choking pressure. The cock buried in his ass ground against that sensitive spot insidehim again and again as he came untouched, painting the desk blotter with sticky strands of white. He clawed at Rodian’s arms, arching against his release, vision going spotty at the edges.
Then Rodian finally let go of his throat, and he sucked in a ragged breath of air with a sob. Rodian licked at the tears on his cheek and didn’t stop grinding against that spot inside of him, the older man’s cock still rock hard and buried deep inside Arkadi, as if it belonged nowhere else.
Fingers lifted off his throat and caught his jaw to turn his head. Arkadi found himself being kissed, barely able to return the gesture as he sagged in Rodian’s embrace, legs shaking and unable to support himself, body still filled by that massive cock.
“You’ll kill for me if I need to?” Rodian asked in a gentle, coaxing voice as his cock ground itself into Arkadi with unrelenting pressure. He still hadn’t come yet, and Arkadi wasn’t sure he could take such teasing so soon after his release.
“Yes,” Arkadi whimpered, because that was his duty as a Blade.
Whatever Rodian asked of him, he would give it.
“Good.” Rodian kissed him again before laying him back down over the desk, cock never leaving his ass. Arkadi moaned when he realized Rodian wasn’t finished with him even after he’d come.
“Rodya,” Arkadi gasped as the other man started moving again with purpose, both hands gripping his hips to hold him since he could no longer hold himself up. He could only lie there, bent over the desk, andtake it.
