“No, not for me either,” he said quietly.
I kissed along the side of his neck, getting lost in the scent and taste of him. My gums throbbed and my canines dropped, but I only continued to torture myself by dragging my tongue across his skin.
“You could bite me, my lord,” he said softly.
“How did you know?” I whispered, touching the points of my teeth with my tongue.
“I just do.”
I swallowed, fearing that I might be losing control of the situation. “The bond has likely faded by now. A bite would only strengthen it. It would mean more dreams, Cedrych, and more intense ones, perhaps even more desires.”
“I want that. All of it. Please, sir?” He turned slightly to bat his big, blue eyes at me. Then he leaned away, presenting his neck to me. Instead of giving into the temptation, I grabbed his cock instead.
“Ohhhh,” he moaned, long and jagged. I was learning his language, what every utterance conveyed, when to apply more pressure and when to ease off.
“You are a beautiful man,” I murmured into his ear, while giving him the slow, sensuous anguish that he craved. “Inside and out.”
“No need to sweet talk me, my lord. You already have me eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“This isn’t only about dominance,” I informed him.
“No? Then what is it about?”
Feelings, I would have said, strong ones that scared me more than I cared to admit. But I didn’t want to confuse things between us even more. “Fealty,” I said instead.
“Have I not sworn my loyalty to you already? To you and the elvish?” he asked, sounding put out.
Rather than answer, I reached for a bottle of oil and splashed some onto my palm, then began to work him in earnest. The crescendo of moans echoing off the stone walls was a symphony of desire. I couldn’t wait to see what noises he might make while taking my cock. Every time he grew close to peaking, I retreated and offered him only the lightest of touches and the barest of friction. And while he writhed in my arms, his beautiful bodyglistened with sweat, and the scent of his lust perfumed the air around us.
“You are a cruel Master,” he said with a grumble and a pout.
My answer was a wide grin. “You are too beautiful not to torment.”
“Do you say that to all your conquests?”
“No,” I replied. I’d praised my subs for their obedience, of course, but I didn’t form attachments easily, if at all. “And you’re not a conquest, Cedrych.” The mere implication that he was something to be used and discarded? Inconceivable.
“Don’t I deserve to come, my lord? Haven’t I done everything I could to please you?” he asked, near begging. With words as sweet as his, it was difficult to deny him.
“I suppose you have,” I admitted. This time when his warm prick started pulsing, I didn’t let off but stroked him through it. The prince came with gusto, arching his back as his pearly ejaculate arced through the air and mixed with the warm water surrounding us. He trembled and gasped, then sighed contentedly and leaned back against me. When he was soft in my hand again, I reached for my vanadium rod.
“Your other gift,” I said, and with my sorcery, fashioned him a handsome cage, the bottom of it a smooth ring that fit snugly around the base of his cock and balls, gently warming with the heat of his skin. The penile part curved downward to mold to the shape of his softened prick while rib-like bands secured him in place. I tugged a little to test its heft. Later, I might add tiny spikes to really torture him, but this was a good beginner piece.
“I was wondering when you might get around to doing this,” he said, exploring the metal with his fingers. The fact that he could no longer touch himself sent a dark thrill through me.
“Your orgasms are mine, sweet prince, and even your ability to get an erection now belongs to me. This metal is an extension of my will, to both pleasure and deny you,” I said.
“Such sweet agony.” He sighed and did not attempt to move from my embrace. “Did your metal master teach you this?”
“Hardly,” I said grimly. “Master Kane believed consorting with others in a sexual way weakened your powers.”
“Does it?” Cedrych asked.
“Not at all. It was one of his beliefs that I have since disproven through vigorous and lengthy experimentation.”
“Stop,” Cedrych said. “I do not wish to hear about your sexual exploits unless I’m involved.”
I smiled at his possessive streak. “My apologies, Your Highness, I’ll keep that in mind. Master Kane lived as a celibate and demanded excellence in all things. He once made me shape the perfect egg that would balance atop a spinning disc. The mass had to be distributed just right for the egg not to fall. And I wasn’t allowed supper until I mastered it.”
