Chapter 22 #3
Then the Prince, Soryn, makes an entrance, and surprise surprise, he’s hot, which scares the fuck out of Luke who’s determined to get out of there. Oh, and also, Luke’s a virgin. Figures.
I snort as I set up the bar for deadlifts, feeling a bit disappointed.
I already knew about the slavery aspect, but I guess I was expecting a storyline with emotional depth, a complicated relationship that turns from captor/captive to lovers as the two get to know each other on a soul level.
With the audio being eight hours, I thought this would be more slow-burning—something I’d think Jamie would enjoy.
I listen to the story with one ear. I’m halfway through a set of hip thrusts when I notice a change in the narrator’s voice—it drops low, turning velvet-smooth, signaling the vibe is changing into something spicier.
Wow, and I’m only a little over an hour in.
Then again, this is practically porn. Well, erotic romance.
I finish the set, take a minute break to stretch and rehydrate, then jump back into the last set.
Luke is currently naked and bound to the bed, having turned into a begging mess due to some sex spell Soryn cast on him.
I scrunch my nose, suddenly unsure that I’ll be able to handle the lack of consent.
How’s this different to drugging someone and—
“Please!” Luke cried, his thighs spreading of their own accord. Shame burned white-hot inside him, but he was helpless to stop. “I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” Soryn echoed, a wolfish smile spreading on his lips.
“Y-yes!”
“Hmm, I do like the sound of that,” Soryn purred, fingers dipping between Luke’s soaked cheeks.
His touch was featherlight and maddening, only amplifying the scorching need thrumming through Luke’s veins.
“I’ll give you what you need. And in return…
” He used his free hand to undo the laces on his trousers, revealing his thick cock.
“You give yourself over to me. Forever.” He replaced his fingers with his cock, resting it teasingly against Luke’s pulsating hole.
“You’ll stay here, with me, as my pleasure slave.
You’ll bind yourself to me, body and soul.
You live the rest of your days being filled with my cock, my cum. ”
Luke sobbed, nodding frantically. He was beyond caring, willing to say yes to anything that would make Soryn take mercy on him. Anything to get that cock inside him.
I drop the bar mid-lift, very nearly slipping a disc in my lower back.
Soryn and Luke are fucking now. Hard. Explicitly. Every single detail is described, down to how Luke’s hole twitches and clenches around Soryn’s dick, and how slick—um, what the hell is that?—gushes out of him. It’s ridiculous, physically impossible, and completely depraved.
And it makes me fucking hard.
When Luke starts to beg again, for more, harder, for Soryn’s cum, I lose it.
Because I’ve heard those words before, in real life.
Aimed at me. Despite the narrator’s rather deep voice and British accent, I hear the words spoken in Jamie’s voice.
I see Jamie’s face, his bright blue eyes, looking up at me with wonder and unadulterated need, as he whispers a broken, “Please.”
Fuck. Now I feel like someone cast a spell on me.
Spoiler alert: listening to porn at the gym is a terrible idea.
I hit the pause button and yank the earbuds out.
Giving up on my workout once again, I make quick work of removing the plates from the bar, then gather my stuff and walk away with a towel in front of my dick.
Not suspicious at all. I don’t bother with a shower or changing out of sweaty clothes, heading straight for the car.
This is ridiculous. I am ridiculous. Like, hellooo?
A few weeks ago, I’d never even looked at a man twice, let alone thought anything sexual about one.
Now, I’m popping a boner in the most inconvenient of places (not the first time) over two fictional dudes brought to life by an, admittedly talented, voice actor (first time). What the fuck?
I arrive home exhausted, physically and mentally. The only part of me that doesn’t seem tired is my dick, still standing at attention. I give it a glare, as if it can be beaten into submission. Well, I guess it can…
The earbuds burn a hole in my pocket. I…lowkey wanna know what happens next. And I still have—I check the clock—an hour before Jamie gets home.
That reminds me…
I shoot a message to him asking if he’s okay with pizza for dinner and get an affirmative reply in less than a minute.
Bunny:
Get anything except pineapple!
Lots of pineapple. Gotcha.
Tyler!!!
A laugh bursts out of me at the mental image of Jamie glaring at the messages, that cute little frown between his eyebrows. Damn, I’m getting horny again.
I send an emoji with its tongue sticking out, place an order for a large pizza—no pineapple—and pop my earbuds back in. I might as well keep going since I’ve started. There’s nothing else to do before Jamie gets home, anyway.