Chapter 31 #2
He slips my foot free, and I have to clench my thighs together or risk my arousal dripping down them.
I wind my fingers into his hair to hold myself steady, then offer him my other foot, only to find him staring up my skirts with a dumbfounded expression. Oh, right. From his position, it’s abundantly clear that I’m not wearing underwear.
Tugging sharply at his locks, I redirect him to the task at hand. “Did I give you permission to stop?”
He shakes his head, as if clearing it, then caresses my calf with one thumb, stroking his way down to the second buckle. I press the tip of my heel into his chest, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as he slowly undoes the fastening, then presses a kiss to the inside of my knee.
“Higher,” I order, and he obliges.
His kisses turn open-mouthed, tongue sweeping out to taste my skin in teasing strokes that travel straight to my clit. My pussy isn’t helping matters. I’m dripping. Any moment now he’ll find out exactly how much imagining him in that cage turns me on.
“Higher.”
“Aye, Mistress.” The two words are hot against my flesh, followed by a groan as his tongue reaches the crease of my inner thigh and finds the evidence of my desire. That tongue sweeps out a second time, like he’s trying to catch every drop, but he pulls back when I tug on his hair.
“Clothes off,” I order. “Let me see what’s mine.”
It would be easy for him to rush to obey, but he takes care to put my foot down and steady me first.
Fisting the hem of his shirt in one hand, he drags it over his head, revealing a beautiful chest dusted with the finest smattering of hair. Then he flicks open the top of his fly, tawny eyes almost shy as they meet mine, even though I’ve seen him naked before.
The moment the denim is gone, I get the first true reminder of his size and swallow. The black cotton of his boxers does nothing to disguise the fact that he’s somehow larger than all of the others—that I’ve seen—so far. Then he hooks his thumbs into the band at his hips and drags them down.
My lips part, mouth going dry.
He really is a beautiful man. I can’t wait to see him wearing the gold I carefully enchanted for him. A possessive part of me I didn’t know existed purrs at the tantalising image.
Reaching out, I take his length in my hand and study his reaction carefully. For all that I love being the one in charge, it’s a responsibility I won’t ever take lightly. Especially with this man, whose angelic sweetness could be all too easily shattered by carelessness.
For whatever reason, he’s decided to trust me with this. I refuse to break that trust. I pump his length once, then twice, amazed that my fingertips barely meet.
“I’m going to ride your face and then your cock until we both come, then we’ll see how pretty you look wearing my cage.”
I say it as a statement, but I watch carefully for any sign he’s unsure, shoulders relaxing as I realise there’s nothing but eagerness on his part. If anything, he moves faster, discarding what remains of his clothes before hesitating.
“Lie on the rug,” I order. “You went to a lot of trouble to give me such a pretty view, I’m not going to waste it.”
Jasper sinks to his knees, then onto his back without complaint, arranging himself so his head is towards the beach.
I like the powerful feeling that remaining clothed gives me, but I don’t want the fabric to get in the way of him touching me, so I strip off the skirt and blouse and ghost out of my corset with a smile.
“Damn,” he utters as he gets his first look at me completely naked. “Lass, I—”
I step over his head, lowering to my knees. “I’m not touching you again until you make me come, so you’d better get to work.”
Then, without giving him a chance to respond, I sit on his mouth.
His groan reverberates through my core, tongue working slowly at first, but growing in confidence as I grind against his beard shamelessly.
Without my skirt in the way, I’m treated to a perfect view of the way bliss effuses his beautiful face as he licks me like ice cream.
The sound of waves crashing against sand battles with my own heartbeat for dominance as he spears his tongue into my pussy, searching for more of my taste.
“Stars,” I gasp. “Do that again.”
He does, moaning as my core clamps down on him in response.
My hand reaches blindly backwards, finding his cock and stroking with little finesse. It doesn’t matter. He still gasps against my sex like he’s caught on the edge of rapture, redoubling his efforts until I cry out.
That beard tickles at my clit with each movement of his mouth across my core.
My pussy clenches, demanding I replace his tongue with the scalding length currently weeping precum into my palm.
My thighs tremble as he refocuses on my clit in firm, fast flicks that seem to ricochet through my body like lightning.
When I might’ve lifted up under the intensity of the stimulation, his hands cup my ass, driving me down onto him.
I should scold him for it—I’m supposed to be in charge—but I let it slide because I’m so close.
Jasper must sense it, because he doesn’t let up or change pace.
He just continues those long, hard strumming laps against the bundle of nerves until light sears my bloodstream and I come with a cry that reverberates in the small room, drowning out the sound of the sea.
His strokes turn gentle, fingers releasing their death grip on my butt as I lift away to reveal his glistening mouth. I trace the seam of his swollen lips with my finger, then shimmy down his body until his cock is pressed against the sensitive, soaked flesh he was just tormenting.
Jasper’s eyelids flutter, and he lets out a shuddering breath as I rotate my hips. I can’t help it. I kiss him.
The eagerness with which our mouths move together has me rocking against him, and he whines against my lips. Each slick grind has him thrusting up to meet me, and if we don’t stop this, I’m pretty sure one or both of us is going to come before I even fuck him.
Magic, that would be a shame because I really, really want to feel him inside me.
Reaching down, I grip the base of his shaft and notch him at my entrance, watching as his head falls back.
“Beg,” I whisper against his throat, pressing a kiss to the hollow there before moving to nuzzle his ear.
He doesn’t hesitate. “Please, Mistress,” he breathes. “Please, I need you. I want—oh fuck.”
I sink down onto him, choking out a gasp at the sting. Maybe I should’ve insisted on more foreplay, but he begged so sweetly. The stretch is so intense, and it’s my turn to whimper slightly as gravity pulls me down another inch.
Jasper’s hands hover between us, like he wants to hold me, but isn’t sure where or how.
Taking them in mine, I raise his palms to my breasts, breathing out a sigh of relief as the distraction of him massaging the aching flesh allows me to relax.
I lift, then lower, moaning as he lifts his head to capture my nipple in his mouth.
The tug echoes low in my abdomen. Another shift, another suck.
Just a little more. Finally, I lower onto him fully.
The pleasure-pain of being full is heavenly, and I swirl my hips, letting myself get used to the way he and I fit together.
“So good,” I whisper under my breath, arching as his thumb and forefinger find my other nipple and pinch lightly. “Harder.”
He obliges, and the sharpness of that touch rockets through my body, countering the overwhelming tide of pleasure, then merging with it.
Not yet, I tell myself. I want Jasper to come with me. I want us to reach that peak together. To that end, I lift, driving myself back down on him, relishing the way his head drops back, mouth releasing my nipple as he gasps his pleasure.
“Kyrith… Mistress… Oh fuck.” His hands clench on my breasts, cock jerking inside me, but still he doesn’t come.
My lips curve. “Are you waiting for permission?”
He nods, a raw, tormented whine breaking free from his throat as I lower myself again.
I torture us both with slow glides up and down his length, enjoying the friction as I meld our mouths, capturing his moan with a kiss.
I hold out as long as I can until my own climax demands I increase the pace.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I nuzzle his throat one last time, then push away, using the new position to increase the speed of my bounces, revelling in the way his muscles bunch and tense beneath me.
The noises he makes are the hottest part, each tiny moan ratcheting my own desire up.
“Please.” He pants as he begs. “Please, Mistress. I can’t. I’m going to—”
“You can come,” I whisper against his ear, nipping the lobe with a grin, then lean back to watch the show.
His orgasm hits him with a shuddering groan. He trembles, sweat-slick skin glistening in the bright light from the beach as he climaxes, flooding my pussy with hot jets of seed.
Finally, blessedly, I release the stranglehold I’ve been holding on my own orgasm, following straight after him with a cry of relief.
I collapse, letting my hands stroke the dusting of hair on his chest before kissing the spot over his heart.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” I murmur, and he chuckles.
“So are you…Mistress.”
I separate our bodies, swiping the gold ring out of the box with one hand and offering it out into the space between us.
“Are you ready for this?”
He reaches down, squeezing the base of his cock—still shining with our combined cum—in one hand.
“If I think about it too much, we’ll be back where we started,” he admits, cheeks pink with embarrassment. “But, yeah. I want to wear it.”
Briefly, I debate cleaning him up first, but something deep in my gut simmers with the idea of him wearing my gold and the remnants of my desire at the same time.
Slipping the ring around his heavy sack, I carefully tug his cock into the loop as well, checking his expression to make sure it’s not too tight. The glint of metal is beautiful against his skin, and I smile softly.
“Pliesimoni,” I say clearly enough that he can hear the incantation.
Golden filigree swirls out from the band, leaving his balls free but wrapping his cock in an intricate but solid cage.
Jasper’s throat bobs, and the possessiveness singing through my veins dies a quick death.
“Lobiretimi,” I blurt the counter-spell, and the cage withdraws, leaving only the smooth gold ring.
I search his face for panic but find only confusion. Oh. I thought… Coughing lightly, I hastily cover my gaffe.
“That’s how you take it off, which you will if it hurts or you want to get clean or you have doubts.” There are more than enough spells for cleanliness that removing it for hygiene isn’t strictly necessary, but I give him the out, anyway. “In fact, if it isn’t comfortable—”
He cuts off my words with a kiss, then retreats so he’s resting on his elbows. “No. I like it. Lock me up.”
Taking him at his word, I nod slowly. “Pliesimoni,”
“You’re not sure about this, are you?” He runs one finger along the curling geometric lines of his new cage.
“You’ve spent a lot of time at the mercy of other people,” I hedge. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m stealing your autonomy.”
“I get it,” he says. “But they took my magic and my choices from me. This is me giving you something completely different. Besides, it’s hardly the only piece of my anatomy that you own.”
His hand takes mine, flattening it over his heart to make his meaning clear, and I gape at him.
“You…”
“Love you? Yeah. Have for a while. I figured it out when I was up to my elbows in your blood and facing a world without you.”
I shake my head, wanting to protest that it’s too soon, that he can’t mean it. The words won’t come.
“You dinnae have to say it back. Ah ken it’s fast.” He looks away, and my heart falls.
“It’s not that,” I reply, then bite my lip, trying to choose the next words carefully.
“You’re worried about the Library,” he intuits. “About being impartial.”
“Among other things.”
Love is a terribly long-term concept. I wasn’t planning on breaking up with him, but the contract implies an end date. Even if it didn’t…there are so many ways that this isn’t fair on him.
I’m tied to this building. I can never leave.
I can’t age.
I can’t die.
Even if he loves me, and I love him back, I can’t choose him over the rest of them.
I’m not sure I want to. He’s not asked me to…
yet. But won’t jealousy be a problem? Isn’t it somewhat inequitable if I harbour feelings for half of the heirs, but not the rest?
And if one of them terminates the contract, they’re all terminated.
Those were the conditions. All of them or none of them.
How can Jasper be content with knowing that we could break up, and neither one of us would be responsible?
“Ah, lass, that big brain of yours is working overtime.” He tugs me closer, so our bodies are pressed against one another. “Dinnae fret.”
“I’m not. I just…I thought I was making things simpler with the contract, and instead—”
“You did.” He kisses the top of my head again. “You’ve been through enough. The only thing you need to be doing is enjoying yourself, ya ken? We’re all adults. We can work out anything that comes up.”
Without giving me a second to object, or further overthink things, he stands, scooping me into his arms and stepping around our abandoned food towards the beach.
“Now, I think you’re long overdue the experience of sinking your wee toes into the sand, no?” He pauses. “How far can you go before…”
“A few steps. Any more, and it hurts.”
Nodding, he sits down just beyond the boundary, keeping me in his lap.
It’s a little farther than I would normally dare, but fate is smiling on me for once, because I don’t even register the tugging of the Arcanaeum pulling me back.
My body is still bathed in warm sunlight.
Stars. The sun. How long has it been since I felt the sun?
“No tears,” he murmurs, kissing away the burning trail bisecting my cheekbone. “This is a good memory.”
It is. I swallow back the lump in my throat, sinking my feet into the warm sand for the first time in centuries. I’m determined to memorise every second of it.
Because one day, when this beautiful man is gone, and I’m alone again, this moment might give me the strength to face another five centuries.