“Then what? Haven’t I followed your every instruction? Behaved in a suitable manner?”
“Prior to this sudden outburst, your behavior has been exceptional,” I agreed, giving him his due.
His face twisted with disappointment, and I rounded my desk before he could tie himself up any tighter. The prince needed a pressure valve to release his frustrations, sexual or otherwise. Placing a firm hand against the back of his neck, I drew his forehead to mine.
“I didn’t want to push you,” I said softly as I breathed him in, dust from the training fields and clean sweat from his efforts.
“Push me,” he nearly begged.Nearly.
“Cedrych,” I said as my final warning.
“My lord,” he whispered hoarsely.
He knew exactly what that name did for me. Releasing him, I stepped backward to remove my jacket and hang it on my chair. I unclasped my shirt sleeves and rolled up the fabric methodically, taking my time. He watched, wary of my movements as I approached him slowly, giving him the opportunity to bow out, but he remained steadfast, his posture proud and his slate blue eyes locked on mine. Elvish blue, I realized. No wonder I’d found such solace in them. With command and purpose, I unknotted the lacing of his tunic down the middle and pulled apart the cotton to expose his chest. The scent of him grew stronger and I drank it in deeply, a powerful elixir.
“I am particular about the way I do things,” I said.
“Yes, I know.” His eyes were closed and he swayed gently on his feet, a sapling in the breeze.
I ran my hands over his delicious mounds of muscle, pausing at both nipples to rub them with my thumbs. His areolas were large and puffy, a dusky rose that turned darker when aroused. His chest was peppered with golden-brown hairs that gathered en masse between his pectorals. His body hair continued at his navel in a line that disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. How I hungered to follow that trail to its terminus. Cedrych’s head tilted backward, exposing his strong throat and the bite I’d given him, almost completely faded now. These urges were entirely his own.
“Finally,” he murmured, forever insolent.
“Watch your tone, young man.”
“Yes, sir,” he said with a slow, cocky smile.
“Take out your cock,” I commanded and he fumbled to follow my order, unlacing the leather cord on his breeches with trembling hands and pushing away the folds to expose himself to me. The trail of hair that framed his prick was neatly trimmed. His balls hung heavy, swollen with the need for release, and his cock was long and thick. Slightly paler than the rest of him, it listed to one side from the glut of blood. The head was wet and only just peeking out of his hooded skin, as if shy like the man himself. A delicious-looking vein branched along his length, tempting me to taste him. It was a beautiful instrument, and I wanted to make him come as much as I wanted to deny him. Spill his seed, then cage his cock. Keep him well under my command.
“On your knees, Cedrych.”
Swallowing tightly, he slipped rather gracefully to the floor, knees spread as wide as his pants would allow so that his heavy balls brushed against the carpet. His hands were on his thighs, another good instinct, and his lusting gaze was aimed at me, asdocile as if I’d trained him. Despite his arrogance and bluster, he was a natural at following orders.
My hand gripped his chin where I’d shaved him just that morning. His lips parted, two dewy petals, and I wanted nothing more than to plunge my aching prick inside.
“Show me how you pleasure yourself,” I commanded. I went to my desk drawer and pulled out a vial of oil, then spilled some onto the callused palm of his dominant hand. Cedrych grabbed hold of himself, somewhat carelessly, and began stroking.
“Slower,” I said and his tempo decreased. “Grab your balls and squeeze until it hurts.”
He winced while doing so, his mouth a moue of tension as he stroked himself slowly and palpated his testicles, the delicate skin pebbled and shiny between his thick fingers. I dug one hand into his golden locks and brought his face to my groin, mashing his royal nose against my erection.
“Can I–” he said haltingly. “May I suck you, my lord?”
“No, Cedrych. Concentrate on one task at a time.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, so beautifully acquiescent. I watched his thick cock start to blur in his hand, shining with oil as he pumped it. His other hand was no longer squeezing his balls but caressing them.
“Release your balls,” I said, then edged my foot between his legs so that I might exert pressure on them myself.
“My lord,” he said with a painful grunt.
“Keep stroking,” I commanded, stepping lightly on his swollen testicles with the sole of my shoe to grind them into the carpet. Cedrych whimpered but did not stop me. His massive shoulders shivered like horseflesh, mounded pecs twitching from the effort of his hand. His neck was stained crimson and his tendons were pulled taut with effort as I humped his face. Tongue out, he lapped at the fabric covering my erection like a dog. What a wonderfully eager boy.
“Would you like to come, Cedrych?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What do you say?”
