Page 91 of My Princeling Brat

“I know, but I don’t want to,” he said with a frustrated whine.

“And why’s that?”

“You know why?” he said mulishly.

“But I want to hear you say it.”

“Because when you finally let me come–”

“If,” I corrected.

“Ifyou finally let me come, it will feel like I’m soaring through the clouds, better than any rush of air beneath my wings, faster than flight itself.”

“Then we can only hope you continue to follow my instructions.”

“I will,” he was quick to assure me.

“And I hope you know that even when I’m being hard on you, I love you very much.”

“Yes, I know,” he said, still with a little pout in his voice.

“Now take a deep breath, sweet boy, and then you may begin again.”

Oh, the satisfaction I derived from watching my brave, headstrong boy do battle with himself. The way he swallowed down his bratty rebuttals and followed my every command as his desire to be good warred with his desire to orgasm. And he endured it all because he trusted me, and he believed in me. I guided him through several more rounds of sensual torture, letting his anticipation and desperation build. Like the moon controlling the tide, I brought him to the edge of orgasm, then pulled him back from the edge each time. The blindfold hid his tears, but I could tell from his begging voice that he was nearinghis breaking point. Despite the oil, his cock was red and nearly rubbed raw as I pushed his shaking legs wide.

“Please, Master. Please, I beg you, let me finish?” Cedrych said. “I’ll give you anything, my chastity for a moon cycle, endless cockwarming, no backtalk for a…”

“For how long?” I asked, for he seemed to falter.

“Areallylong time,” he promised, hardly coherent enough to make such promises, not that I believed he could even follow through on that last one. His mouth had a mind of its own. If I were a less scrupulous man, I may have taken advantage of his offers, but I wouldn’t hold him to anything said in the throes of desperation.

“I’m going to bite you now,” I told him. “You may stroke yourself through it.”

“Oh, Gods, thank you, Master. Thank you.”

The scent of his sweat and skin had my canines engaged in preparation for the feast. I traced his bulging femoral vein with my fingertip, locating the exact spot to bite without causing too much damage. Cedrych’s hand was a blur of motion over his cock, taking advantage of my permission to pump himself ruthlessly. It wouldn’t be long now.

Without further hesitation, I sank my teeth into his groin and cut my teeth on his skin. Cedrych bucked underneath me, an orgasmic gasp escaping his parched lips. With his head thrown back and his back bowed, he howled with a primal intensity as his cock erupted onto his chest, pulse after pulse. I lost count, having to keep track of my own pleasure. I savored the taste of my beloved like it was an expensive aperitif—so crisp and sweet—until at last I pulled myself away from the erotic feast and set to healing him.

Cedrych panted, his large chest heaving while I licked his vein until it had repaired itself and then the wounds from my teeth. The mark would be lovely and last a long time. Then Iset to collecting his spend with my tongue. Cedrych’s mouth was already open in anticipation. I spit into his mouth, and he licked his lips slowly while still floating in his otherworldly place, soaring above the clouds. Then my very good boy said softly, “Thank you, Master.”

“You’re welcome, precious boy.”

“And husband,” he added.

“My husband, my consort, and my beloved for as long as we both shall live.”

He smiled at my proclamation, and when I went to remove the blindfold, he murmured, “Leave it on a little longer.”

I gave him some honey water to drink, then wrapped us both in a light blanket, creating a cocoon of warmth, trust, and safety.

“Thank you for opening your fortress and your heart to me,” Cedrych said softly, his sweet breath ghosting across my cheek.

I smiled warmly, astonished, yet again, by the depth of my husband’s emotion. “Thank you for trusting me with your heart, Cedrych. It’s a gift I will cherish forever.”

“I love you, Mercier,” he said, already drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too, my darling husband.”

I’d been enlisted to tame this wayward prince, but it was Cedrych who taught me how to love. And as the night folded around us like a velvet curtain, I held him close—my beloved husband—and knew that in loving him, I had finally found my own freedom.