Your face turned toward me then, scenting my skin. You moistened your lips and opened your mouth wider in anticipation, but our height difference posed a problem.
“Turn around and put your hands on the edge of the bed.”
You did as you were told. I sat down and placed your palms on the tops of my thighs. Head lifted, you waited for my next command, and I relished this moment of quiet supplication.
“Lucian,” you uttered.
“What?”
“Lucian’s here. Outside the door.”
“How do you know it’s him?”
“His footsteps.” A moment later there was a sharp rap on the wood.
“Don’t move.” I placed your hands against the bedspread and stood.
“Yes, sir,” you said with only a hint of sarcasm. I could certainly get used to that.
I opened the door and glared at Lucian impatiently. His gaze went from my rigid cock to your naked form still kneeling beside our bed. As if knowing his eyes were upon you, you shifted in our direction. That sinewy twist of torso combined with the blindfold made my breath hitch.
“He needs to be able to walk tomorrow,” Lucian said, eyes lingering a little too long for my liking.
“What do you want, Lucian?” The implication that we were busy was obvious.
“Mother insists upon both of you attending dinner. After that, we have our final fitting and the dress rehearsal for tomorrow’s ceremonies.”
He had his clipboard in hand, Lena’s errand boy. I’d hoped he’d carve out an existence for himself outside of her orbit, but he seemed content to execute whatever missives she gave him.
“As you can see, Vincent is otherwise engaged. Have food sent up. The tailor can stop by in the morning. As for the rehearsal, we don’t need to be told where to stand.”
“Mother will beextremelydisappointed.”
“I’ll somehow manage to bear it.” I was about to shut the door when your cat slunk in, her royal highness.
“Spooky,” you said with excitement, the tone of voice you reserved solely for greeting your pet. How you’d heard her silent step was a marvel to me. The animal made a slow circuit of your body, bunting against your nakedness and marking you with her scent, before moving along to leap onto the chair that she favored. Your hands remained where I’d put them because at times you were a very good boy. Your cat settled in atop her throne and stared at me haughtily as if challenging me to best her affections.
“Henri, I really don’t think—”
“Goodnight, Lucian.” I shut the door in his face.
“How did you hear them?” I settled down on the mattress and placed your elegant hands on my thighs again. Your head tilted like a songbird.
“You didn’t?”
“No.”
“When I lost my sight, I had to focus more on scents and sounds—pulses, breathing, even the shift of air when…” You halted, censoring yourself. “When a body moved.”
You’d said very little about the cyclops’s abuse. I understood the duties of a jailor, but the brute seemed to delight in the cruelty he’d delivered. Would he find it as gratifying when it was directed at him?
“And this one is loudest of all.” Your head dipped to nuzzle my cock. “Your pulse is like a drumbeat.” You licked your lips. “Can I have a little snack?”
“Are you going to bite me?” I asked and gripped your chin.
“Maybe.” You smiled, showing off your canines, then leaned in and rooted against the underside of my genitals like a subterranean animal.
“Open your mouth.” I didn’t wish to cede control just yet.
