“Drink,” Vasil said and put the cup to my lips. Blindly I sucked down the sweet nectar and slowly came back to myself. “You did very well,” he said, a whisper across my earlobe, still sounding disembodied like a god.
“Thank you, Master.”
“Are you in any pain?”
“I’m sore. My nipples and my hole too.”
“I have ointments for both. I’ll treat you in just a few minutes. You’ll feel better in no time. Did you enjoy it?”
I had to think about his question, not wanting to be flippant or dismissive. “I’m not sure ‘enjoy’ is quite the word that I’d use. It felt… transformative. The way you manipulated my body was incredible. You really are an artist.”
He hummed low in my ear, a happy sound.
“So that’s how you like it,” I said, marveling at the intensity of our play and his attention to detail.
“Yes, but not all the time. That sort of play requires a lot of effort from us both. I like this too. The closeness that results from such sessions.”
I nodded, feeling relieved that we were of the same mind. “Did you finish?” I asked, almost as an afterthought.
“Yes. When you were off on your own, I pulled out my cock and came all over you, my beautiful canvas. I’ll address that too, in a moment.”
A sensual shiver ran through me at the thought of my Master ejaculating on me without me even realizing, a spectacular finish to his performance. I wished I’d been coherent enough to witness it.
“Where did you learn all of that?” I asked.
“Which part?”
“Well, the mind fuckery for one,” I said and he chuckled.
“That’s something I’ve refined over the years, though I’ve never gone this deep before. I’ve never done those things to anyone else, Cedrych. Toys, yes, but not with my own vanadium, and I’ve never left a lasting mark.”
I warmed at the twin rings of metal in my chest, softly throbbing, a sweet reminder of Vasil’s dominance, his ownership. “I liked it,” I assured him.
“I’m glad. You’re a brave, strong boy.”
“And the piercing? Did you learn that from Master Kane?”
He chuckled again, so that my body shook with him. “No, I learned by practicing on myself, though he was exacting about perfection. I told you about the egg already?”
“Yes.”
“Well, if I didn’t get something just right, he’d make me practice through meals and forgo bathroom breaks until I was able to complete it to perfection.”
It sounded a bit cruel to me, especially because Vasil as a lad had been keen to learn. I doubted he’d been the sort of terror I was, skipping tutoring sessions to go riding and ignoring instruction on purpose.
“Did you like him?” I asked.
“No, most days I hated him, but I respected him. He taught me most, if not everything he knew. Towards the end, I think hewas becoming a bit resentful because my skill was surpassing his own ability.”
“Isn’t that the goal of a teacher though? Doesn’t that speak to his own ability as a mentor?”
“Most people might think that way, but Master Kane was a proud man. Powerful too. I often wonder what he might have gone on to do after being released from my family’s employ.”
“And he was poisoned at the same party?”
“Yes, we were to give a demonstration. He must have drank from the same wine as my parents. He was also found dead, not in the ballroom but in a corridor. We suspect he may have been trying to reach his bedchamber. Perhaps he even knew of an antidote. He dabbled in apothecary.”
I was quiet, imagining the morbid scene and Vasil having to watch as his parents succumbed to the poison, knowing there was nothing he could do. “I’m sorry that was your last memory of your parents and of him,” I said.
