“Didyouenjoy it?” I asked.
“I don’t necessarilylikeseeing you in pain, but watching you struggle to submit as you slowly give yourself over to me…” He paused as if lost in thought. “That part of it excites me.”
“Part of what bothered me yesterday in your study was that you didn’t get off. It made me feel inadequate,” I confessed.
“You cannot tally our orgasms like a ledger, Cedrych, because I’m the one in control. If I want to come, I will. And if I want to deny myself, or you for that matter, I will do that as well.”
“I don’t understand why you would.”
“Sometimes, it’s pleasurable to let the anticipation build. Delayed gratification brings sweeter rewards.”
Had I ever been denied anything my entire life? My mother’s affection and approval, I supposed, but not much else. “I wouldn’t know anything about that,” I told him.
“Ah, but you soon will.” His hand was in my hair, softly stroking. Despite the ache from the caning, I felt myself drifting in his warm embrace. I floated, weightless, as if wrapped in a soft, fluffy cloud. He shifted underneath me, and his cock made itself known yet again.
“I really wanted to suck you off yesterday,” I said, for the longing was as potent as ever, as well as the bitterness from being denied.
He chuckled. “You are quite insistent, aren’t you? Would you like me to come, Cedrych? Would that ease your mind?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How about if I come on your handsome face?”
“That would be…” I tried to temper my excitement, not entirely succeeding. “Yes, sir.”
Vasil motioned for me to sit up, and I did so gingerly with my bare, tender ass resting on his fancy velvet cushion.
“Kneel on the carpet,” he said and I moved carefully, so as not to irritate my welts. “Very good.” He stood before me, tall and proud, his groin mere inches from my face, and gazed down upon me with a soft expression. “You are very pleasing to look at.”
“Thank you, sir. Am I desirable to you?”
“In more ways than you know. And it makes what I’m going to do to you all the more satisfying.”
I sensed that this journey we were embarking upon was only just beginning. I licked my lips in anticipation and stared up at him, watching with rapt attention as he unlaced his trousers. My gaze was riveted by the beast he pulled out of his pants. It just kept going.
“Is that common for your kind?” I asked because it surely wasn’t common amongst the fae.
His smile was devious. “Are you intimidated? Or excited?”
I involuntarily licked my lips. “A little of both. Your lovers must ache for days.”
“I know how to prepare them. I would take every precaution with you too.”
I shouldn’t have brought up his many sexual partners. It plucked a tender chord of inadequacy within, as though I was just one in a line of many.
“What’s that sulk for?” Vasil asked, touching my chin to tilt my face upward.
“You’ve had many lovers,” I said. That was part of it. Also my inexperience, my self-doubt, the fear that I might just be a lark for him.
“Not lovers, Cedrych. They were paid for their services. And none were like you.” His thumb rubbed gently across my lower lip, pressing against it but not quite slipping inside, while his red-rimmed irises flared, a banked fire of untold desires. His lust hung heavy in the air, permeated my skin, and sent shivers up and down my spine. Our undeniable chemistry would have to be enough to satisfy me for now.
“I’ve never been in the role of receiver before,” I admitted. Too much trust and vulnerability was required for it, but I wasn’t averse, not with the right person.
His finger trailed along my jaw, drawing my gaze back to his eyes. “Would you like to try it sometime?”
He knew from our contract already, but he wanted to hear me say it. “With you, yes.”
“Then I look forward to it.”
