“Well, my darling boy, I promised her an heir, when we’re both ready. One who is part fae, part elvish, and part vampyre with pretty blue eyes and a terrible temper. Half brat, half grump, all ours.”
His expression turned into one of wily delight. “You didn’t.”
“I most certainly did.”
The prince lunged and rolled with me until I was trapped underneath him, my hips anchored between his thick, sturdy thighs, my wrists pinned against the ground above my head. I rather liked being the prince’s captive. Smiling along with him, I said. “Well, my handsome husband, what do you have to say about that?”
“I’d say, we’d better get started, Your Majesty. After all, practice makes perfect.”
I smiled up at him, happy to obey my princeling brat’s command.
Later that eveningwe were treated to a sumptuous meal of our favorite dishes, his, fresh fruit tarts and sponge cake drizzled with local honey, and mine, curry kebabs. Then we retired to the suite of rooms that once belonged to the king and queen and now belonged to him.
Cedrych showed me his father’s attached study where his desk and books were kept as well as the private bath where we were able to wash the toils of our travels away.
“What now, my husband?” Cedrych asked while standing patiently at the side of the large bed. He wore a loose, silk robe that opened in the front, revealing just a tantalizing strip of his groin. With his head slightly bowed and his tone demure, he was the picture of a perfect submissive.
“Now, I will ravish you on your parents’ bed,” I told him. The bedding was freshly laundered but not for much longer. “Will that be awkward for you?”
“A little, but it sounds enticing nonetheless,” Cedrych remarked with a small smirk, daring a glance up at me.
I approached and slowly circled his still form, then laid a hand on his shoulder “Look at me now, boy. Tell me what you need.”
He swallowed and stared up at me, revealing a vulnerability that never failed to disarm me. “I need to be centered, sir. The last few days have been a whirlwind of performing at court and entertaining guests. I need something to calm and focus me, remind me who I am and where I belong.”
I was proud of him for expressing his needs so openly. We certainly had come a long way. “Would you like me to reorient you to my desires?” I asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Anything else, my love?”
Cedrych reached down and pulled the hemmed edge of his robe to the side, revealing his ample cock and the veins that fed his manhood. I had an idea of where this was going but wanted to be sure.
“Tell me what you want,” I said.
“I was hoping you might bite me. Here.” He glanced up at me with a tentative longing. I took his cock in one hand, lightly stroking, and squeezed his balls with my other hand, laying claim over my most cherished possessions.
“Here?” I asked while tracing one of my favorite lines from his navel down to the end of his cock. “Are you asking me to bite your dick, Cedrych?”
He gave a snort of laughter. “More like here,” he said, placing my hand on the cleft between his thigh and his groin.
“Why there?” I asked my adventurous boy.
“I want a mark that’s just for us, somewhere no one else will see.”
I’d never bitten anyone there, though the idea aroused me greatly, another first between us, another fond memory to share. “I would be delighted, sweet prince. But first, you’ll have to do something for me.”
“What’s that?” he asked, looking only a little apprehensive.
“You’ll have to beg.”
He smiled, somewhat shyly. “Don’t I always beg, my liege?”
My mind swam with all the ways in which I might torment him, but for this, our first night alone together after all of the pomp and ceremony of our wedding, I settled on something very simple. An opportunity for him to demonstrate all that he’d learned in our time together–self-restraint, obedience, discipline. A performance that I would direct from start to finish.
“Undress, my husband, and lie down on the bed. I’m going to blindfold you,” I instructed him.
He complied with my demand, eager as ever. The poor dear didn’t realize just how long I’d make him wait, how much stamina I had to both pleasure and deny him. Using the silk sash from his robe, I gently tied it around his eyes, checking to make sure that he couldn’t see. Without my own equipment, I’d have to improvise, so I glanced around the room, seeing all manner of implements to arouse and frustrate him. My gaze alighted on a soft peacock feather, fitting for a man as proud as my husband. I plucked it up and drew the soft down of the feather across my forearm. Perfect.
