“Oh, Goddess, I’m close,” I warned, already shaking from the mounting tension.
“Yes, I know,” he murmured.
He thrust into me just once more while squeezing my prick tightly. My toes curled as my whole body seized. My long-awaited orgasm hit me in wave after wave of pleasure as I bucked and spurted thick ropes of cum all over my chest.
“That was one,” he said with satisfaction and licked between my pecs. He collected my seed with his clever tongue, then deposited it into my mouth. “Swallow,” he commanded and I sucked it down obediently. “Good boy. Can you taste how fast you came?”
“Hey,” I said sullenly and Vasil rewarded me with a leisurely, wet kiss. He adjusted our positioning and pumped his hips a few times, getting deeper, causing my thighs to shudder and my channel to quiver around the ruthless invader. The sensation was almost too much now that I’d spilled, but some part of me liked that too.
“I know you’re sensitive right now, but I intend to keep fucking you,” he said, a little breathless himself.
“Yes, my lord,” I answered, giving him explicit permission to fulfill his desire.
“It may be unpleasant, at least until you harden again.”
“If it pleases you,” I said.
“It does please me.” He smiled and left a trail of kisses down my throat. He tugged on the chain between my clamped nipples, then repositioned himself so that he could sit back and watch his prick slowly thrust into me. Every brush of his cockhead against my sensitive gland felt like a match to sandpaper. I couldn’t help but twist and groan from the sensation. Vasil held onto me tightly, reminding me that the only way out of this was to halt him.
“Does it hurt?” Vasil asked as his gaze devoured me.
“Not exactly,” I said because that wasn’t the right word for it. That I would endure this discomfort clearly aroused him, which in turn, excited me. “I want it,” I said, stopping short of begging him to use me again. I would, if I must. I’d left my dignity at the door.
“Every bit of you is a feast, my fae prince.” He leaned forward and anchored his mouth to his bite without breaking the skin. I wanted that too. My appetite was voracious.
“I thought you meant to fuck me, my lord,” I said, for his delay was driving me mad.
“Keep it up,” he said with a dark chuckle and finally picked up the pace. With every thrust, the sensation altered, from unbearable oversensitivity to a dull numbness to warm comfort, and finally, to an aching, searing pleasure. My cock swelled again and pointed stiffly between us. Vasil didn’t move to touch me, and my hands were bound, so I could only raise my hips to try and get some sweaty friction against my cock.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
“You are eager,” Vasil said with a deep, contented rumble. “You take my cock so well, Cedrych. Like you were trained to do it. Are you sure I’m your first?”
“Yes, my lord. First and only.”
“Mmmmm,” he purred with satisfaction and fucked me in a bruising rhythm. I craved his touch–the pain, the authority, the way he paid attention, thwarting my desires only to give it back to me tenfold. Bound and spread, there was nothing I must do but submit to him.
“Please,” I said, without knowing what I was asking for.
“You’re a very good boy, Cedrych, so sweet and obedient. And I want to see you come again. Give it all to me, one more time, Your Highness, I won’t last much longer.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I said, for it was all so overwhelming.
“You can,” he assured me. He ripped away the nipple clamps with one savage pull. A shooting pain lanced through me, and I practically levitated from the bedding. Without even touching my cock, my orgasm built slowly, a tidal wave of sensation. My channel clenched around his cock like a hand on a sword’s grip–at once comfortable and familiar. My climax was different thistime, deeper and full-bodied, and I came as he’d commanded, dribbling a steady stream of seed.
Vasil gave me a serious sort of look, as he locked onto me and held on. His shuddering release followed my own–quiet, contemplative. We were suspended in time, together yet separate, perfect in our pleasure.
Finally he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and starved for breath. My body hummed with lightness and air. The deep ache would surely follow and I looked forward to that too. The chains restraining my arms were spelled away, and Vasil massaged my wrists and fingers, increasing the blood flow to my hands. His cock lay soft inside me like a sleeping giant. I liked having him there, even without fucking, and I suspected he did too.
Eventually my arms found their way around his back where my fingers softly stroked. What of mine belonged to him? Muscle, blood, skin, and bone? Surely that meant parts of him belonged to me too–his attention, his desire, his patience, and tender aftercare. I felt altered somehow, as though a piece of me now belonged to him and forever would.
“Vasil?” I murmured, when it seemed he was at the edge of slumber.
“Hmmm?” he said, not bothering to shift in the slightest.
“That was...” Words seemed inadequate. He’d remade me into someone different, which was both scary and exhilarating. The person who’d submitted to Lord Vasil was the person I’d always been on some level, had been waiting to fully become. But to admit that to him?
He paused while I worked through it, his silence weighty with intent and then at last he said, “Yes, it was.”
