Chapter 19 #2
I tugged at his pretty stockings, then decided to leave those on, as I slid my hands over the silky fabric, making him squirm.
“I would like you pretty and nude in just these pink stockings. Perhaps that’s how you should greet me next time I’m away.
” I kissed the crease of his knee through the fabric, then nipped and tasted my way up until I reached the creamy, smooth skin of his inner thighs.
The taste of his skin was divine, and I lingered there for a long moment, sucking a mark into him while he buried his fingers in my hair and tried to tug me higher. I kissed the juncture of his thigh, then dragged my lips against the silky-soft bulge of his balls, making him whimper.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, feeling his pulse against my palm.
My eyes found the iron strapping on the old chest at the foot of the bed.
I called a thread of it to me. The dark metal unwove itself from the corner, coiled around my fingers, and then slipped to his cock, forming a ring at the base that hummed faintly against his skin.
Pip looked down and watched the iron settle into place and his whole body shuddered.
“You—oh god, Aeldryc—it’s vibrating.”
“If you won’t wear undergarments like a good boy, we may have to consider chastity. This is your punishment.”
“I’m only a slut for you, sir.”
“Good,” I murmured. His hips bucked, pushing his cock through the ring’s grip, and the iron hummed louder, vibrating with a frequency only he could draw from my magic.
I took him in my mouth.
This was new territory, but the sight of him, open and wanting, left no room for hesitation. The moment my mouth closed over him, Pip’s hips jerked. His hands flew to my hair, gripping hard, and a moan tore out of him that echoed off the stone walls.
“Aeldryc—Aeldryc, oh god, your mouth, your—I can’t—”
He couldn’t come. The iron ring saw to that. I could feel it in the vibration against my lips, the metal holding him at the peak without release, and the cruelty was exquisite, the control delicious.
I liked him like this, a begging mess, sobbing for me to fuck him and let him come.
I sucked him slowly, thoroughly, learning the weight of him on my tongue, his taste, the pitch of his moans when I pleased him, his whole body seizing when I discovered that he very much liked his slit licked.
I was cataloguing him, filing away every weakness, every flinch and gasp, everything I intended to use against him later.
When I pulled off, his cock wet and flushed dark, Pip shook from head to toe, his chest heaving under the sweater, eyes glazed, mouth open.
“How are you already wrecked?” I asked.
“Aeldryc… you’ve never…” He trailed off, his voice full of dazed wonder. “You sucked my cock.”
“It is quite tasty. It is mine, and I shall put my mouth on it whenever I like.” I gave him another long suck before lifting my head. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Ketchup.”
“And do you need it?”
He whined, shuddering against me. “No. Not yet, but might soon. You are pure evil.”
Smiling, I took his cock fully into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him to show him just how evil. He was sobbing now, bucking in my hands, begging. But I wasn’t going to let him come until I was inside him.
I released his cock and pushed his thighs higher, wider, folding him back until the skirt pooled on his stomach and he lay fully exposed, his pink hole fluttering and clean.
I lowered my mouth and tasted him there.
It was a place I’d been craving, forbidden, and completely mine.
I closed my eyes, moaning as I circled my tongue around his clean rim.
Pip made a low, cracked sound that started somewhere deep in his chest and broke open before it reached his mouth.
My tongue circled his little pink pucker.
He tasted like the soap he used when he prepared for me, and tentatively, I pushed my tongue inside his hole, finding a new way to fuck him, a new way to be joined to him.
“Please,” Pip sobbed. “Please, please, I can’t, the iron won’t let me, I need—I need—”
I didn’t stop. I worked him with my tongue until his begging dissolved into sounds, until the iron was humming so loudly I could hear it from between his thighs, until his whole body was shaking the way a blade shakes when it’s been driven into wood and left to quiver there, all that force with nowhere left to go.
My jaw ached, but I didn’t care. I wanted to live here, inside him, claiming him in the most intimate way I could imagine.
I spread his cheeks and lifted him to my mouth, fucking him with my tongue as he bucked and writhed on the bed like a wild, needy thing.
His fingers dug into the blankets, then flew up into my hair, pressing me closer as he ground his hips into my face.
His asshole twitched, the way it did when he was close, trying to pull me deeper.
He wouldn’t get to come yet, because I was enjoying myself.
I gripped his ass, shoving a thumb into the wet hole once occupied by my tongue, and kissed my way up to his balls, pausing to suck on each, wrapping my lips around his shaft again, moving higher, unbuttoning the shirt, pushing the sweater over his head.
Sprawled on the bed in just his stockings, eyes wide, breathing coming fast, he was the purest beauty I had ever witnessed. I stepped back, and he cried out in dismay, his eyes locked on me as I undressed in a frantic rush that sent buttons flying.
“Aeldryc, please. Need you.”
This was part of the tease. I forced myself to slow as I slicked oil over my shaft, watching his hungry eyes, the way he bit his bottom lip and whimpered.
I crawled onto the bed and then drizzled some oil over his hole, pressing my fingers inside him, coating him for my arrival.
I placed him exactly where I needed him and he went willingly, then dragged the head of my cock against his entrance before I sank into his tight heat.
I threw his legs over my shoulders, pounding into him with the force of three days of missed touches and unspoken need. I bent him in half, bracing myself above him as I drove into him with full, hard thrusts that made his hips roll back with each impact.
“Oh fuck,” he whined.
I held back my orgasm. I needed to fuck Pip good and hard, and I wouldn’t stop until he sobbed with need.
“Please, need to come. Ketchup, ketchup. Oh fuck.”
Getting him to use his safe word felt like a victory, and I smiled as I pressed my thumb to the cock ring and released him from restraint.
Pip came untouched, his spine arching off the bed. He screamed and his body locked and shuddered, his hole milking my cock as if his body wanted every ounce of me, while the iron sang around us like a struck bell.
I rolled him onto his side and lifted one leg, drilling deep between his thighs. He was soft and sated now, gasping with each thrust. His eyes fluttered shut. He gripped my hand, and I held on, not ready to come yet, not ready to end this.
I shoved him onto his stomach, covering his body with mine.
Pinning his hands above his head, I hauled his ass against my hips and thrust deep.
I sank my teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, marking him, and finally let my own control shatter, fucking him in long, rough strokes that drove him up the mattress until I’d emptied myself inside him.
“Holy shit,” Pip whimpered, a few moments later. “I’m wearing skirts more often.”
“Mmm. Stay still. I need to be in you for a while longer.”
“Missed you, too, baby,” he murmured, reaching back to grab my ass and hold me close. “So fucking much.”
I smiled against his skin, nuzzling him and breathing in his scent, deciding that I quite liked being missed.