“Would you like a drink?” he asked, turning me toward him as if we were slow dancing.
“Yes, please. Something without spirits?”
“Sweet or sour?”
“Sweet, generally.”
He went over to the bar to prepare my drink while I sized up the massive iron-framed bed with a generous helping of pillows that looked as if it had been custom-built to fit Hiero as well as a few lovers. I couldn’t help but notice the sturdy bed posts too, one at each corner with metal rings welded on, which would make it easy to restrain a lover, if Hiero was into that sort of thing. (I hoped he was into that sort of thing.) The mattress was at the perfect height for being bent over, and I suspected that being in his line of work and looking the way he did, Hiero had never suffered a drought of attractive bedmates. I would be just one of many, I thought to myself with some ruefulness, but then, hadn’t I wanted the same from him? A night of pleasure to dull the heartache of my recent past?
As he mixed our drinks, I admired his broad shoulders and tapered waist, the impressive mounds of his ass. His bovine tail flicked behind him like a whip, the end of it with a bushy tip the same color as the hair on his head that looked soft to the touch. He had nice, meaty thighs and thick calves too, awide stance that was probably necessary to accommodate what hung between his legs. Mmm… I couldn't wait to see more of him.
Play it cool, Skylar.
He pivoted slightly and caught me staring, then smiled and offered me the drink. I took a few sips—blackberry with basil and something sweet, maple syrup perhaps?
“It’s delicious,” I said.
“Glad you like it. Can I get you anything else?”
I shook my head. It had been a while since I’d seduced a near-stranger and never a man of his kind. I didn’t know the proper protocol here in the Dragonback Mountains. We fae wooed our conquests with gifts and jewels and lavish food. It was how Cedrych had persuaded me to bed him, not that it had taken much convincing on his part. But a quick scan of Hiero’s apartment told me that offering up some silly trinket simply would not do.
I suspected this minotaur liked to meet things head-on, so I took a more direct approach. “How do you want me?” I asked. With my shoulders back and chin up, I held myself still for his slow perusal. His nostrils flared and his lips parted as he looked me over with careful consideration.
“I want you every which way, fae.” Coming nearer, he grabbed hold of the back of my neck and kissed me deeply. His tongue explored my mouth with a sort of proprietary thoroughness that left me weak-kneed and breathless. A taste of the dominance to come, it said,you're mine nowand you'd better behave.Only once he'd had his fill, did he pull back and say, “Lose the robe, sweet thing.”
I let the silk slip from my arms, not bothering to see where it landed, as my eyes followed his every move. He kissed along my collar bone, then tongued the divot at the base of my throat. The warmth of his breath against my skin sent shivers up and down my spine and a rash of desire across my skin. My ache to be touched by him was a tangible thing, stronger than any craving for food or drink. My wings quivered in anticipation, sending pulses of arousal to my lower half. I reached down to discard my underwear too, but he stopped me with his larger hands on mine.
“Let me.” Dropping to his knees, he licked along the edge of my silk panties, then nuzzled my cock and balls with his snout-like nose. My prick strained upward along the meridian of my navel with my testicles tucked up high and tight. I was considered well-endowed for my kind, but I suspected my minotaur was packing an altogether different unit. He mouthed along my shaft, dampening the fabric with this tongue and eliciting a rumble of satisfaction from deep within my chest.
“This is pretty,” he said, stroking over the silk with a sure hand. “But I bet your cock is even nicer than the packaging.”
“One way to find out,” I said, practically panting.
He smirked and gently tugged on my panties with his teeth until they were clinging to my thighs. “Mmmmm, that is nice,” he murmured and went back to nosing along my groin as if toscent me. I spread my legs wider and relished the soft, warm touches, my arousal warring with my impatience. Waiting had never been my strong suit.
“I wondered if you were bare down here too,” he said, drawing his hand along my length and tugging on my sac as if testing its elasticity.
“Not all of us are.” There was a line of fae descended from higher up in the mountains who were hairier than the rest, but my family hailed from the south, where the temperatures were mild. My body hair was sparse and near translucent.
“I want to put a ring on this,” he said and for a second, I thought he’d meant my finger, but his eyes were still intently focused on my cock.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said as my anticipation kicked up another notch.
He went over to his bedside table and pulled out a few things, none of which I could see because his broad back blocked my view. “Get this wet for me, boy.” Turning toward me again, he placed a soft, doubled-over rubber ring in my mouth. My saliva coated the instrument thoroughly, as instructed.
“How will you–” I began to say.
He dug into his discarded glass for an ice cube and started skating it along my shaft. Goosebumps rippled across my skin, a nice counterpart to the feverish heat, and I felt my prick wilting from the icy chill. “Good boy,” he murmured as my cock curled up like a fiddlehead. My embarrassment at goingsoft was a small humiliation, one that amped up my arousal even more. Daddy making his boy soft for him, Daddy yoking his boy's cock with a ring, Daddy deciding when to take it off….
I stood there patiently as Daddy maneuvered my cock and scrotum through each of the double loops. It fit snugly, as if made for me, and I wondered if there was some enchantment involved.
“Looks good on you, baby boy,” he said.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Now let’s see if I can get you hard again.”
He took hold of my shaft, his firm grip stroking me with surety until I was fully aroused and straining against the black rubber ring. It felt both better and worse. Better because I was completely under his control, worse because I’d have to trust him to know what I needed. He watched me struggle, a slow sweep of his eyes up and down my naked body, assessing both my torment and my pleasure.
