Chapter Fifteen #2
Jem shuddered. Oh yes, it excited him. Perhaps it was being here in his old, familiar chamber that allowed him to safely surrender to his fantasies. To give up control and escape just for a little while.
Cador’s arousal surged with his desire to give Jem what he needed. “You’re helpless. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.” Of course that wasn’t true—Cador would never force him.
Yet aside from being half his size, Jem was gagged and bound. What if he did want to stop? There was a stray blue sash left on the bed, and Cador leaned over to put it in Jem’s right hand, the blue fabric sliding over the branded tusks.
“Hold on to this. If you drop it, I’ll know to stop whatever I’m doing.” At Jem’s nod, he returned to kneel behind him and play the woodsman.
He’d left the candle inside Jem and toyed with it idly now. “Do you want to know a secret? This isn’t the first time I’ve been in your chamber. I hid in the wardrobe. You thought you were alone.”
Jem groaned, wriggling his arse, begging for more. Cador gave him only another tiny bit of the hard wax.
“Yes, I’ve watched you. Watched you fuck yourself like the whore you really are.” He drove the wax deeper.
Although he’d filled Jem with his prick before, there was something different and intense about fucking him with the candle. He watched the yellow wax disappearing into Jem’s body, Jem’s breathy moans music to his ears.
He could manipulate the candle more deftly, twisting it and using leverage to stretch his passage and find just the right spot that made him cry out through the gag.
“Do you want to come like this? The way you have so many times before.” He reached under Jem’s lifted hips and teased his rigid cock. The pillows were damp. “You’re close already, aren’t you? Such a pretty little slut.”
Jem nodded, still clutching the blue silk.
Cador couldn’t resist stroking his back, soothing Jem’s quivering flanks. “But you don’t have to be fucked by a candle anymore. Now you can spread your legs for flesh. You’re born to take my cock.”
Moaning, Jem shoved his arse back.
“Begging like a whore,” Cador murmured, yanking out the candle without warning.
Jem seized up, tugging at the restraints but still holding the blue silk.
Cador sat back on his heels, dropping his hands. “What if I left you like this? Empty and begging. Helpless.”
Groaning pitifully, Jem shook his head.
“You need my cock, don’t you? Only mine.” He gripped Jem’s hips hard enough to bruise.
Moaning and whimpering around the gag, Jem still gripped the blue sash.
Lust fired through Cador like he was galloping hard on Massen’s back, his quarry in sight.
They both shouted as he thrust inside Jem to the hilt in one brutal motion.
He pounded Jem’s lithe body, grunting and taking him without mercy.
He’d opened him with the oiled candle, but Jem was still wonderfully tight.
“That’s it. Take me.” Cador grunted. Jem was bent and bound and so small beneath him, and he marveled at how his little prince could fire his blood hotter than the fiercest mighty hunter of Ergh.
Tangling his fingers in Jem’s hair, he leaned forward, pinning him down completely, slamming into his delicious arse.
“Can’t get enough,” he gritted out, though Cador wasn’t sure if he meant Jem or himself. Both. “You love my cock, don’t you? I love your arse. Love fucking you. Love—”
He bit off the words as his bollocks tightened. He was an invading woodsman. There could be no talk of love. Only fucking. Only his prick filling Jem’s slim body.
“You’re going to take my cum until it—” He grunted, their slapping flesh loud in the stillness of the chamber. “’Til it drips out. I’m going to fill you and leave you leaking my seed. Tied up and powerless until a servant finds you. Should I leave you hard and unsatisfied as well?”
Jem cried out through the gag, clearly pleading for release, still clutching the blue silk.
Sweat slicked Cador’s skin. He knew Jem could feel that he was still dressed where his open trousers met the fevered flesh of Jem’s arse and thighs.
He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into his grasping hole.
“Perhaps I’ll stay to watch you straining and helpless.
I’ll wait long enough that I can fuck you again. ”
His bollocks tightened, and he gripped the base of his shaft, pulling out to breathe and find control.
Jem wriggled his arse, and Cador ran a finger over his oiled hole.
“So greedy for it. What if I carried you off deep into the forest and kept you?” He pushed his thumb inside, rubbing.
“You’d never escape. You’d be mine forever. ”
He thought of their cottage on Ergh with no one nearby but Massen and the chickens and goats, Jem dozing under the furs as Cador baked him bread. The dream was too cruel, and he forced it from his mind. He was a woodsman and this was Kitto. There was only this. Only fucking.
Plunging back inside, he lost himself in pleasure.
Jem’s whimpers and moans were so desperate and Cador’s release so near.
It only took a few tugs of Jem’s leaking shaft before he came, squeezing down as he shook.
Cador followed like a clap of thunder, filling Jem with his seed until his bollocks were empty.
Leaning heavily, he planted his hand on the mattress to take some of his weight as he softened deep inside Jem. They both heaved with sharp breaths, skin slick and hot.
He nosed at Jem’s damp curls, desperate to kiss him and tell him how beautiful he was. He wanted to stay locked away together forever. But he wasn’t allowed.
He eased out, loving the sight of his milky seed dribbling over Jem’s stretched hole. Knees wide, Jem breathed hard around the gag, eyes closed and arms outstretched. His shoulders had to be sore, but he didn’t struggle.
As much as Cador wanted to climb into bed and cradle him all night, the woodsman released Kitto’s damp gag and stood by the side of the bed on unsteady knees. Jem said nothing, only panting softly.
Trousers still open around his hips, Cador’s fingers felt clumsy as he worked loose the knot on Jem’s left wrist. He was pleased to find only a slight redness on the flesh that shouldn’t bruise.
He walked around the foot of the bed and up to the right side, Jem’s gaze now searing his flushed skin. This knot was even tighter, and he couldn’t get the damn thing to loosen, suddenly nervous, his eyes straying to the band of blue silk Jem still clutched.
He was about to tear the sash around Jem’s wrist when it finally came free.
Jem rolled onto his back, licking his lips, his mouth surely bone dry from the gag.
Cador poured him a cup of water from a pitcher, lifting Jem’s head so he could sip.
His eyes drifted closed, wet lips parting. So ripe for kissing…
Cador wet the discarded gag at the pitcher, but when he took Jem’s knees to spread them, clean his groin, and inspect his arse to be sure he hadn’t been too rough, Jem’s eyes flew open, and he shoved at Cador’s hands.
He’d always been embarrassed by this part, which Cador couldn’t understand given what they’d just done together. There was no shame in it.
“Let me make sure—”
“The marauding woodsman leaves now!” Jem’s voice was hoarse.
Cador reached for the cup, but this time, Jem knocked it from his hand, water arcing across the sheets. The intimacy between them had vanished. He should have made the examination while Jem was still bound to the bed posts.
He could easily overpower him again, but this was the time for tenderness. The time for gentle caresses and kisses and making sure Jem was safe and comfortable after submitting. Cador had called him a whore, and now he wanted to murmur the words that crowded his tongue.
My little prince. My love.
Jem tugged the pink sheets over him, turning to face the dark windows. The game was over, and Cador had no choice but to retreat. Jem had wanted his cock, but Cador clearly wasn’t welcome in his bed. He’d been dismissed.
He was only a step beyond the door when the distant, terrible scream split the night.