22. Esther
ESTHER
Ineed to forget.
Forget the place that I came from.
And where I’m about to go.
I desperately tug at Regent’s belt. It makes no sense to desire the man who has every intention of selling me for his own gain. So, if he’s going to use me, then I plan on doing the exact same thing to him.
His cock springs free, and I swallow. Hard.
It’s fucking huge, and a moment of dread slips through me. How the fuck am I supposed to make that work? It not only has a veiny length but also girth.
“What’s the matter, little greer? Are you scared now?”
I refuse to give this asshole any satisfaction in being intimidated or challenged by him. Whether it be his cock or magic. I slip my hand around it, unable to wrap the length of my fingers fully around its delicious size.
A smug satisfaction fills me as a sigh of relief escapes him. His hand remains at my throat, pinning me in place, spiking my adrenaline with the thrill of how easily he could break me but chooses not to.
I’m playing with fire, and it feels like exactly that as everywhere he touches calls my magic to surface.
I want to fuck him.
I want to please him and be pleased, if only to try to dispel whatever this thing is in my system. Once I have him out of it, I’ll convince myself I will be able to think clearly again.
I palm his cock, pulling him in closer and wrapping my feet around the backs of his legs. He leans in deeper, his attention never leaving mine. It’s a power play, neither looking away, or perhaps neither being able to.
One of his hands slides over my waist and hips. The touch alone setting me alight as his face dips lower, his lips barely a hair’s breadth away from mine.
“How are you still dressed, Denva?” he challenges. “Put on a show.”
“I don’t dance for you,” I hiss, squeezing his cock. The edge of his lips touches mine as he keels forward, sucking in air between his teeth, but the edges of his lips turn upward as his cock twitches.
“Then you will dance for no one,” he growls. Something wraps around my wrists and snaps me back onto the bed, my arms being stretched above my head as my legs are bound the same way.
“What the fuck?” I sneer, pulling against the restraints.
Attached to the wooden headboard are two vines.
I look down at the end of the bed, noticing the same around my ankles, and Regent intently watching me.
“What the fuck kind of magic makes vines spring like daisies?” I demand, trying to wriggle free.
He smirks, then, another vine creeps into the air beside him, slithering like a snake and holding Blaze’s blade, dangling it by the handle.
His magic feels alive, and a wave of uncertainty washes over me.
I don’t trust him. Yet, I put myself in this position, and that challenge in his gaze is what spurs on my indifference, despite my heart pounding into a blithering mess against my ribcage.
It’s thrilling and terrifying.
“We can stop, little Denva. Just use a safety word.”
“We haven’t even started, asshole.”
This time, he does break out into a full smirk, a singular dimple forming beneath the shadow of his facial hair as he angles his head predatorily. It’s menacing and beautiful. And I’m startled by the fact that he can even muster an expression that’s anything but harrowing or broody.
He grabs the handle of the blade, the vine slithering back to the floor.
Regent lowers his weight onto his knee, partly climbing over me as he brings the blade close to my face, the flickering of flames from the fireplace reflecting off his coppery eyes and blade.
“I wonder, little Denva, if the assassin you stole this off, ever had his way with you like this.” My mind goes blank. Why is he bringing Blaze into this of all times, right now? “Apparently not,” Regent says.
“I’ve had many men fall for my charm,” I’m quick to blurt, offended by my womanly charm being challenged.
“But not him, and that’s all I care about. Every other man you’ll forget ever existed after tonight.”
I can’t speak as I watch the blade come closer to my chest, my heart pounding as adrenaline pumps through my veins.
My magic titters, ready to be used but also relishing in the idea of being punished.
A warmth floods my core as the tip of the blade comes between my breasts and its sharp edge slices down my front, a small drop of blood between my tits.
My shirt spills open at the front, revealing my hardened nipples.
Regent stares at my breasts, heat burning in his gaze as he leans over and his tongue presses down on the teardrop of blood.
My pussy floods, my magic buzzing around him, wanting to pull him in closer as his tongue rolls to my right breast and he sucks. My knees squirm together beneath him, his thigh making sure they’ll never quite meet.
He’s a wall of hot muscle as he smiles and rolls his tongue to the neglected nipple. The restraints are fucking annoying as I tug and try to grab onto him.
I wanted to forget, but I sure as hell didn’t want to be teased.
Because this also feels like torture.
His hand slides between us, undoing my belt, anticipation and frustration hitting me like an avalanche.
I need him.
“I can smell your arousal, Denva. Are you still sure you want to play? I’ve barely touched you, and I can already tell you’re soaking fucking wet like a hungry little whore.”
My knees edge closer together. No one has ever spoken to me like that and yet… there’s a challenge in it. He’s pushing me, I realize, waiting for me to beg him to stop. And I refuse to lose to this man, especially when the reward is so intoxicating, and my magic screams to pull him closer.
“It’s a shame you have to depend on your magic for some tricks in the sheets,” I purr.
“We haven’t even started.” His hand slides beneath my trousers, and he wastes no time before he thrusts a finger inside me. I buck under the intrusion, my lips brushing against his. Another thrust and then another. I melt around him, his eyes the only thing keeping me in place.
I bite at the edge of his lip, pulling at it, and he growls. His lips crush against mine as he inserts another finger. It’s like a wild beast’s leash has finally snapped, and the moment the veil is gone, his lips are bruising, his tongue fighting against mine for dominance.
He completely overpowers me. His fingers are ruthless as I moan and writhe beneath him, trying to fight the restraints so I can touch him, growing further frustrated but heightening in bliss at the same time.
Fuck me, this man is everything.
His mouth pulls away, dragging my bottom lip as he lowers off the end of the bed. He almost looks like a predator as he comes to kneel, his hands tugging down my trousers. I feel exposed and raw in front of him, just as I did the night in the bathhouse.
“I’m going to make you scream, Denva. I’m going to tear your magic out of your cunt and curse you with my markings for days,” he says as he bites my inner thigh.
I grit my teeth and buck forward from the pleasurable pain that’s quickly overtaken by heated anguish.
“And you thought the finger fucking was intense.” I can’t help the smart-ass comment that slips through my lips, and when I stare down at him, he’s smirking again.
He moves his mouth to my clit, and he begins to suck.
I wriggle into him, my back arching as I rock, fucking his mouth with his fingers shoved into me.
Every suck feels like it’s edging me to a new high. His tongue slides up my folds. His nose grazes along me, as if smelling me as he thrusts inside again. Then he’s sucking, and the slow torture begins all over again, an edge I’m terrified to fall over.
I bite my bottom lip, squirming when his hand comes up to my tit, and he squeezes and twists. Black and white stars dance behind my eyes from the blinding pain that speaks to my magic.
Fuck me.
Edge by slow edge, he draws my orgasm closer as if my body was made for his tongue. I wonder how many other women he’s pleased like this, but I shove the thought away.
I don’t give a fuck. As long as this helps me forget.
Just for one night.
Every pump gets me closer and closer as my magic comes to life, and I can sense his magic intertwining with mine like a cool balm. I’m not entirely sure if it’s intentional or not. Perhaps even a safety measure to make sure I don’t blow out this fucking room like I did the last time.
As I teeter on the edge of my orgasm, small pink petals appear on the vines that restrain me. They illuminate with an ethereal glow, and then it snaps out of me, like an avalanche of pure bliss.
“Regent.” I curse his name, bucking under the restraints and his hand that’s planted on my stomach as if grounding me when I come undone under his tongue. He removes his fingers, lapping up wave after wave as I come, devouring like a starved man.
My energy shoves against his, mixing and fighting as I so desperately want to please him in the same way he has me.
“Link,” I whisper, allowing my invisible chains to connect with his magic.
The vines slacken, and one wraps around his throat, shoving him back.
“What the fuck?”
By the time I’m standing, his magic overpowers my vines, and I’m snagged by my wrists again, jerked back, and slammed against the wall, falling to my knees. My breath comes through in short pants as I’m startled but turned on all the same.
He walks over, his cock at my eye level.
“Don’t try to turn my magic on me ever again. Do you understand?” he says as he rubs his thumb against my lips, mesmerized. His chest rises and falls as our magic dances. I’ve never experienced anything like this, and it fuels me with an unbridled hunger.
I’ve never slept with a greer, especially one as powerful as him. So, perhaps this is what it was always meant to be like, and I chastise myself for lying with anyone less than that.
“Why? Scared of being bound at my will?” I suck the edge of his thumb, my pussy pounding and demanding more.
“Be careful, Denva. You’re in a compromising position right now, one where I can easily punish you.” He makes a point to look at the vines pinning me on either side by the wrists. This time, I don’t try to fight them.
“I’m in the exact position I want to be.” I bite his thumb, and the vein in his neck protrudes as he slowly slides his finger back out, grazed by my teeth.
His fingers wind around the back of my neck and thread through my hair, his cock in front of my face, and I lean forward, licking the bead of precum. He groans when I take him into my mouth, his cock gliding along my tongue until he hits the back of my throat. I gag, and his grip tightens.
“Don’t tell me that’s all you can take, Denva?” he says with that mischievous challenge in his gaze.
I rake my teeth along his cock, pulling back as he hisses, but his cock jumps in my mouth.
“Don’t tell me you won’t make it past five pumps?” I say sweetly as I kiss the tip. The intensity with which he looks at me doesn’t shift, but his hand moves, nudging me back onto his cock, and my magic unfurls in my lower stomach.
I want to please him.
Let him use me as I have him.
Because as I’ve come to learn with this man, I quite like the force, the strength in his power, magic, and gaze.
I certainly like his cock in my mouth.
He shoves into the back of my throat again, and this time I don’t gag, opening as much as I can for him. I bob up and down, his hand a gentle guide, but also ensuring the back of my head doesn’t hit the wall.
At this angle in the dim lighting of the room, shadowed by flames, every inch of his muscle looks like it’s carved from the gods themselves. His markings glow dimly as I sense his magic spread out ever so slightly, and his guard fractioning by an inch.
I bob faster, sliding my tongue and teeth back and forth as his hand begins to shove a little more forcefully, using me in a way that edges me all over again.
Having this beautiful, ungodly greer fall apart because of me beckons to my soul.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his other hand coming up to press against the wall as he watches me, those eyes turning into an ethereal orange, his breath ragged.
His fingers dive deeper into my hair, pulling at my scalp, only encouraging me to work harder.
His other hand carves down the wall, splintering flakes by the force of his magic slipping.
Then he jerks in my mouth, and my head snaps back, protected by his hand as he spills into my throat, the veins in his neck straining.
His cock twitches, pulsing deep heat down my throat and blocking my air supply as I suck and lick him clean, my magic settled in bliss as it takes everything he’s willing to offer.
Slowly, he removes his fingers from my hair, the vines slackening at my wrists as he pulls out of me, his cock still intrusive in size.
His thumb rolls over my bottom lip, as if he’s enchanted, as he wipes and stuffs his cum back into my mouth.
I suck on his thumb, a steady beat beginning to thrum in my veins.
Fuck me, I want him again and again.
“You have a dangerous mouth, Denva,” he says as he offers me his hand. I take it, coming up from a kneeling position, and he pins me against the wall, his cock pressing at my stomach.
He stares at my lips, and my hands naturally wrap around his waist, my nails digging in.
Mine, my magic rumbles.
It snaps me immediately out of whatever the fuck this mirage is. I summon the vine, my control not so good as Blaze’s blade comes careening through the air and slams into the wooden wall beside us as a warning shot.
Regent’s gaze slides over to it. “Nice try, Denva.”
A clank against the window draws both of our attention.
He pushes away from me, scooping his pants off the floor.
His muscles bunch, the fine detail of his ass and thighs shifting as he crosses the room and gracefully slips back into his leather pants.
He looks out the window as another stone is thrown.
“I need to go. Don’t leave this room.” I feel his magic wrap around the space, and I’m not entirely sure what kind of enchantment he’s created, most likely one to alert him if I leave.
He grabs his belt and shirt, and I follow his lead.
Suddenly, the carnal realization of what the fuck just happened dawns on me.
“There’s a bucket of water to wash yourself with and a new change of clothes behind the dressing screen. ”
My eyes dart to my shirt that’s sliced in two on the floor, and heat flushes over the back of my neck. Yet, the pounding between my legs thrives again like a hungry beast. Regent steps back into my space, that smirk reappearing as he adjusts his leather jacket.
“And I mean it, Denva, do not leave this room. I’ll know the moment you do.”
“You seem to trust me far too much to listen.”
“I don’t trust you at all,” he says, strapping his swords behind his back. His face shifts into the twisted version of his mask, and he heads for the door. When it closes, the lock clicks from the outside.
Asshole.