Chapter 25 #2
“Hmmm, a real queen should be atop a throne,” he said, toeing a wide footstool her way. “Get on it. Now.”
Aurora complied, grateful she wasn’t quite so close to dangling, not that she was about to give him the satisfaction of her thanks.
The footstool brought her head up to his shoulders…
and her wet heat near level with his straining cock.
Triad, she would have sworn the damn thing got bigger every time she saw it.
He had his work cut out if he planned to fit that inside her with ease.
“Enjoying the view, brat?”
The words left her before she thought better of it.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
But instead of goading him, a slow, hard smile spread across his lips. He tugged on her rope and secured it to the low wall hook that held back the balcony curtains.
“Do you know what else a queen needs?”
Aurora swallowed, refusing to play his game yet enjoying it immensely all the same.
“A sceptre,” he said, reaching behind her and presenting her with an all-too-familiar box. Except the erotic scene painted on it looked different than the one she recalled from their wedding night, and its dimensions appeared…larger. Did he plan to use those on her in full view of the city?
Theron opened the box to reveal a selection of glass dildos with flared bases in a custom velvet-lined case. Aurora’s eyes widened in shock. She looked between his smirk and the case’s contents.
“Theron,” she warned, half growl, half concern.
“But how will we know which one will suit you best? I suppose you’ll simply have to try them all.”
“They’re too big!”
“Indeed?” he asked nonchalantly. “I did say you would need to take me with ease. Ergo, I will prepare you to take something larger.” Theron picked up one in the upper mid-range of the sizes presented, but still smaller than at least three others. “Just for reference, this is my size.”
“Oh goddess,” she croaked.
“You have quite the day ahead of you, my queen. Are you ready to begin?” He set aside the case and reached for her curls to stroke her.
“People will be able to see us!” she protested.
“And here you are, wetter than ever at the prospect.”
She couldn’t deny that the idea of potentially being caught was so very thrilling.
“You’re just angry I stroked you until you came in front of Nireus,” she accused him, pouting.
“Turnabout is fair play,” he replied, unmoved. He put his hands on her hips, stroking her skin up and down. “Shall I tell you a secret?”
“F-fine.”
“They can only see us if we step into the light,” he said, pointing to a line of shadow that enveloped them.
With the sun nearly overhead, the full light only came a few paces into the room.
Except the rope that bound her subtly pulled her towards that very line.
“I make no promises for what they’ll be able to hear, though. ”
Aurora chewed her lip. Did she dare allow him to humiliate her like this where someone could hear her cries?
Could she keep her footing while he tormented her?
She raised her chin. He wouldn’t even let her orgasm, so she could probably hold back the loudest of her cries until then. She wouldn’t let him win.
“Is that supposed to make it better?”
“Is that a refusal, brat?”
In response, she wrapped her hands around her rope, using it as an anchor as she hooked one of her legs around his hip and pressed herself against his cock. The movement surprised a gruff exhalation out of him. Triumph. Two could play the game of sensual torment.
“Go on then, you bastard. If you want my surrender, earn it.”
He chuckled, gripping her rear with both his hands.
“Just for that.” He thrust his cock against her, stealing a groan from her lips.
“For every rod you take, I’ll move you one step closer to that light.
And if you want your release…” he said, grinding into her, a delicious pressure one hair short of making her see stars.
“You’ll only get it bathed in full sunlight.
” Thrust. She bit her lip hard. “With the biggest rod stretching you wide.” Thrust. She gasped, refusing to beg for more.
“All of Altanus will see how pretty their queen’s pussy is. ”
He pulled her leg away from his hip and set her away.
Aurora caught her breath as he laid out the open case of rods on a table within reach, the bottle of oil uncorked right next to it.
They gleamed menacingly in the light. He took the first from the case and coated it generously with oil.
It was definitely bigger than one of his fingers, and just the other day that alone had left her feeling stretched.
Merciful Triad, he didn’t truly plan to have her take the largest one, did he?
She instinctively clamped her legs together, but Theron was having none of that. He slid his oiled hand between her thighs, coating them until they felt almost as slippery as her curls. Much to her chagrin, the oiled rod slid between her thighs with ease.
“Show me how much you like my gift,” he said, teasing her entrance with the tip of the rod. She was wet enough that it made slick, wet sounds. Her cheeks heated.
“Go fuck yourself,” she bit out.
The tip of the rod breached her entrance, and she stilled, her breath leaving her in a rush.
It felt bigger than his finger, but not too much.
He withdrew the rod, then thrust it forward again, pushing inside her by slow, careful degrees.
By the time it was fully inside her, Aurora was panting and glaring at him.
How dare he subject her to this without making her orgasm first.
“Are you dissatisfied with the size of the first sceptre, my queen?” He withdrew it almost entirely before thrusting it fully inside her in a single, swift movement.
Groaning, she leaned her head against his chest. She watched him pump it in and out of her as she tried and failed to change the angle to something more stimulating.
“You’re cruel.”
“This is what you get for doubting the elder gods, little blasphemer.”
He removed the first rod and set it aside, robbing her of his chest and a place to rest her head.
Theron smiled, making as if to kneel before her, kissing her chest, then her belly.
But that mischievous glint in his eyes set her on edge.
He reached down to the stool and jerked it forward, closer to the light.
Aurora yelped, forced to rebalance herself atop the stool as her bonds slackened.
Her eyes widened in alarm. Given how far he’d dragged her forward, she’d be fully exposed well before he reached the fourth rod.
And by the look he gave her, he was well aware of it.
“You pulled it much too far forward!” she protested.
“I think it’s just right. Now, why don’t you try out my next gift?” he said, grabbing the next rod, coating it in oil and pressing it to her entrance.
This time she didn’t bother squeezing her legs together. She was far too oiled up to offer any resistance, and she suspected this one would be the last to fit with ease.
“What a good girl, opening your legs for me,” he purred, pressing the tip inside her.
The timbre of his voice sent a thrill down her spine. The rod stretched her as he gently thrust it deeper and deeper, but it did so in just the way she liked. All too soon, it was fully seated inside her.
“You took it like such a sweet thing. That deserves a reward,” Theron crooned, pressing his lips to hers as his fingers found her neglected bud and swirled around it gently.
But of course, every reward was just another kind of punishment.
He never pressed on her hard enough to give her what she wanted.
His kisses were just as teasing—all slow strokes and quick nips, neither hard enough to steal her breath nor predictable enough to lose herself in.
When he pulled away, it was with a knowing smirk.
She returned it with a glare.
“Is my queen ready to try the next sceptre?” he asked, removing the second rod and setting it aside.
When he knelt to pull her forward, she braced herself. This time, he doubled the distance. An indignant cry escaped her lips as she regained her balance. She was a scant few handspans from the light.
“Does my queen wish to voice a protest?”
And if she did? He would probably drag her over that threshold. Aurora held her tongue as he went to tighten her binding, but it was a near thing. Theron stood before her, his expression goading as he oiled up the third rod.
“I hope you’ll find this gift more to your taste,” he teased.
She swallowed nervously. This one was going to begin truly trying her.
Theron reached down to her entrance with his fingers, testing her readiness with shallow strokes of his oiled fingers.
She blushed as he held her gaze, touching her so intimately as she panted, and yet appearing entirely unaffected by what he was doing.
When the head of the rod pressed against her entrance, she tensed. She couldn’t stop the helpless moan that escaped her. Triad’s tits, it was big.
“Breathe,” Theron purred. “I’ll make this good for you.”
The first thrust stole her breath. The next had her whimpering.
She was stretched taut. But as much as it tested her, it also couldn’t help rubbing against all her most desperate places.
Greedy for release, she met his every thrust. Instead of mirroring her, he slowed his thrusts even more.
Aurora cried out in frustration. He’d fit it inside her.
Then he stopped. Heart racing and need close to overwhelming her, she prayed he would continue thrusting it.
“Did you want something, my queen?”
“Please keep moving it,” she pleaded.
Thrice-damned bastard. He’d made her beg with only the third rod.
“Then beg me to move you closer to the light.”
She groaned, refusing to ask for something so dangerous and degrade herself further. Instead, she used what little slack her bindings afforded to rock on top of the rod.