“I’m sorry for disobeying you,” I said in earnest.
He spelled away the chain and turned toward me, enveloping me in his arms. “I thought I’d lost you,” he murmured, his voice still tinged with panic. Burying his face in my neck, he breathed deeply, then mouthed the mark he’d made.
“I’m right here,” I said to assure him.
“You are a foolish, impulsive, reckless brat,” he griped.
“I know. I’m sorry. Please let me make it up to you.”
I kissed his neck, then his jaw, softening him further. I wasn’ttryingto seduce him, but I was aroused by his passion, the authority he exuded from every pore. By the handcuffs too, if I were being honest. Gripping my face with both hands, he turned my head toward him and kissed me for the first time. It was more of a claim between master and subject than a kiss shared between lovers. Hard and demanding, it spoke of his desire to have me under him, to compel me to obey. Lord Vasil was not a man to be trifled with, and I didn’t doubt that he’d follow through on every threat he’d made. The promise of punishment was ever-present too, as his tongue ravaged my mouth. I submitted to him, opening myself to his greed and his hunger. When he’d had his fill, he nipped at my lips just as a dog might do to assert their dominance. I tasted blood and moaned into his mouth.
“Cedrych,” he said, the end of my name lifting slightly as he steered me backward, toward the bed.
“Yes, my lord,” I responded.More of this, please.I would beg if I must. I’d already decided. I wasn’t going to let my pride stand in the way of our coupling.
The kiss softened into something more sensual, more tender, as he laid himself on top of me. I teased him with my tongue, our mouths wet, warm and luscious, hoping to entice him into more carnal acts. Whether his intention was to punish me or impale me with his cock, I was game.
“Cedrych,” he said again as his hard length pressed against me with urgency.
“Yes, my lord,” I replied, a blanket consent for whatever he had in mind.
“I want you naked. Now.”
The anger that had consumed him shifted into something more desperate as we both began the cumbersome task of disrobing. The fabric of my shirt was torn asunder as the lord pawed at my laces, fumbling to undo them before moving onto my trousers. I kicked my boots off with expediency before attacking the fiddly fastenings on his shirt. There were so many delicate embroidered loops to contend with.
“Elvish clothing is not made for fucking,” I complained and he only chuckled and helped me along.
At last we were both liberated from our formal attire; my only remaining adornment was the metal cage and plug my lord had so meticulously crafted to contain and frustrate me. My arousal was beyond compare as Vasil gazed down on his work with a wicked smile.
“Goddess, you are beautiful,” he said. Rather than feel emasculated by his compliment, I preened, flexing my muscles for his pleasure. I knew he liked big, sturdy boys, and I had that in abundance. The lord’s obvious admiration made me doubly proud as I rubbed my hands along my rippled abdomen and cupped my caged cock. My balls were full and heavy with seed, two overripe fruits ready to drop. His strong hands were on my thighs, spreading them wide while my cock strained against his metal. He drew his hand over the cage, altering it slightly sothere were now spikes along the ribs, digging into my flesh and pricking me like dull thorns.
“My lord,” I gasped from the delicious and inventive torture.
“I’m going to have you, Cedrych, here in my bed, right now. I hadn’t planned it this way, but I don’t wish to deny myself any longer.”
“Me neither.”
His fingers touched my lips with reverence, and I caught one of his fingertips with my teeth and drew it inside my mouth.
“If you please me, I’ll allow you to come,” he said, dragging his fingers downward to grip my chin roughly.
“Then I will do my best to please you,” I said.
“Because you’re so good at following orders,” he chided and slapped my thigh lightly.
“You have a way of making me obey.”
That triggered something dark and beastly inside him as his eyes flared with a predatory desire. “This should help,” he said and anchored both my wrists to his bed posts, my arms spread wide but not uncomfortably so. The metal bands were smooth against my wrists as I tugged on the chains to find them solid and strong.
“How is your metal so warm?” I asked.
“It takes on the qualities of my body and my blood. Once I’ve manipulated it, the metal remains connected to me. Each sorcerer leaves a mark on their work, just as a vampyre does to the flesh with their bite.”
“You’re in my blood,” I said with both awe and acceptance.
“I am everywhere,” he replied and, as if to make his point, Vasil dragged his fingers over my taut muscles, leaving a wake of sensation behind.
“Is this some sort of sorcery as well?” I asked, for nothing as simple as skin against skin had ever felt so pleasurable, so charged with sensation. My cock attempted to harden againwithin the confines of its cage, earning a satisfied smirk from my lord.
