Chapter Eleven
I woke up to the sound of voices. Frowning, I opened my eyes to see a bright yellow fish staring at me from several feet away.
My mind couldn't make sense of it for a moment, then I remembered.
Sitting up, I waved at the fish. It surged backward and swam away.
Then I heard the voices again. It was Jucai and . . . Bantar. What the fuck?
I climbed out of bed and found a robe lying across the foot. The blue silk slithered over my skin, and I shivered as I tied it closed. Barefoot and yawning, I walked into the front room.
“Be sure that he wears these. I had them made for him.” Jucai pointed at a box on the couch and then at something beside it. “You may insert this for him if he allows, but he is not to leave the suite without one.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Bantar bowed.
“What are you doing?” I strode over to the couch to inspect the items.
“Good morning, master!” Bantar bowed to me.
“I have brought you new clothes.” Jucai motioned toward the bedroom. “Bantar put most of them away while you slept. But these are special. Come see.”
I picked up a piece of blue silk that matched my robe. “What is this?”
“It is to replace those.” He motioned at my cock.
I looked down. Then I realized what he was really pointing at. “You don't like my underwear?”
“They are too thick. I don't like the feel of you through them. These will suit you better. Try them on.”
I glanced at Bantar and shrugged. We were all men. One of us had some accessories that the other two didn't; that's all. Plus, Bantar had done more than strip for me; I could hardly balk at getting undressed in front of him.
After removing my robe, I handed it to Bantar and then took off my shorts. Bantar took those as well, his gaze shifting down to my cock.
“Sorry, no tentacles,” I said.
A flush turned his bluish-gray skin lavender. “You have no need for tentacles, master.”
“Thank you.” I pulled on the silk underwear. Then I scowled at it. There was only a V-shaped bit at the front, sewn to cradle my bits. Two thin strips formed the back—one at the waist and one that slipped between my ass cheeks. “Uh, this doesn't cover much.”
“That's the point.” The King circled behind me and made an appreciative sound. His hands went to my ass, massaged it , and then pulled my cheeks apart.
I looked over my shoulder to watch him inspect the silk strip.
Jucai released my cheeks and slid a finger between them, rubbing the silk into me. “Perfect.” He motioned at Bantar. “Now, the jewel.”
Bantar went to a small case beside the box and removed a smooth piece of blue glass with a short, fat, tapered tip at one end and a circular flat bit at the other, embedded with a blue jewel.
“Is that a sapphire-studded butt plug?” I gaped at it.
“Yes, I purchased it just for you.” Jucai slipped my underwear down to my thighs and pushed me forward, toward the arm of the couch. “Bend over, Nadar.”
“What?” I yanked the scrap of silk back up. “No.”
“But this will keep you prepared.”
“I know what it is and what it's for, Jucai.” I left the room and went into the bedroom, then into the dressing room.
Just as Jucai said, there were new clothes on the racks.
Jewel-toned silk shone under the dressing room lights.
There was a ruby wrap tunic with a subtle pattern of sea dragons woven into the fabric, an emerald jacket with a pattern of gold seashells, and sashes of sapphire and cream.
I found a pair of black pants and made sure their lacing was only at the waist. As I pulled them on, Jucai walked in.
“I don't understand why you're upset,” he said.
I grabbed an amethyst wrap tunic and tied it on. “Do you think I haven't seen your courtiers pull plugs out of slaves before they mounted them?”
He flinched.
“Ah, so you thought I hadn't noticed.”
“They are not just for slaves. I had that jewel made especially for you. It's far more precious than anything given to a slave.”
“If it's so precious, you can stick it up your ass!”
Jucai chuckled. “I'm not the receiver.” He sauntered over to me, taking a sash off a rack along the way, and then tied the sash around my waist. “I only thought to make you more comfortable and give you something you could treasure.”
“Then give me a piece of jewelry. No one treasures a butt plug, Jucai.”
“Please stop calling it that.” He made a disgusted face. “I will drape you in jewels if that's what you wish, but I'd like you to try on my present.”
“Try on? You mean, put in. And no.”
“Please.”
“Nope, no, not happening. Take your gift and shove it up your ass because it's not going up mine.”
Jucai burst out laughing. “Very well, I will take the gift back. Honestly, I only sought to make our time together more pleasurable.”
“Some men might enjoy having that thing in them all day, but I am not one of them. I will not be constantly uncomfortable just so you can fuck me faster.”
Frowning, he asked, “You'd be uncomfortable? Then, of course, I'll take it back. I'm sorry, Nadar. I truly thought you'd enjoy it.”
“And you truly thought I'd enjoy you putting it in me in front of Bantar?”
He shrugged.
“It was just a way around my dislike of sex in public. You were going to shove something into me in front of a witness.”
“You speak of it as if it's wrong or disgusting when it's neither. It's natural, and yes, I enjoy displaying my prowess with my lovers. With you, I would very much like to show you off. I'd like my court to know that you're mine.”
“Yes, that's what you said last night. Here's a thought—you could off our relationship through affectionate touching—holding hands, a kiss on the cheek, that sort of thing.
It doesn't have to be sex.” I shook my head.
“Don't you want to be the only one who knows what I look like when I come?
Doesn't it excite you to know that out of your entire court, only you have seen me writhe and heard me moan? You lose all of that intimacy when you make sex public. It stops being something special, shared between two people, and becomes a show for the masses. Well, I will not be your latest possession used to prove your masculinity. You may have given away all your sexual secrets to your court, but I will not allow you to give them our secrets.” I grabbed his hip and ground against him. “This belongs to us alone.”
I untied Jucai's pants and pushed them down. Kneeling before him, I nuzzled his hardening cock and sucked it into my mouth. Sighing over him, I enjoyed the feel of his flesh lengthening and swelling inside me. I lashed at him with my tongue and then sucked free.
“You have given me a new perspective, Nadar,” Jucai whispered as he stroked my hair away from my face. “I like the idea of having you all to myself. We shall try things your way.”
I massaged his sacs and licked his tip. “Let me give you a little taste of how good it will be.”
One hand on his sacs and the other on the base of his cock, I sucked him into my mouth and moved over his silken length.
Of all the lovers I'd had, Jucai had the most beautiful cock.
Unsurprising when considering the rest of him.
Pale with a pink head, it was free of veins and perfect—the perfect width, the perfect length, and the perfect upward tilt.
I took him as far as I could into my mouth and slipped off.
Back and forth, faster and faster I went, shifting my gaze up to his often.
Jucai watched me the entire time, his hands stroking my hair and then cupping my head.
He didn't take control, just let me work him.
When Jucai came, he made a brilliant display of swinging hair, tightening muscles, and arching body.
He clasped my head to him, ensuring that I took all of his release, and then bent forward, panting.
I tongued him one last time and stood up to steady him in my arms. With his face buried in my neck and his arms around me, I felt happier than I'd been in a long time, and my body gloried in it. I came in my pants.
But then Jucai straightened out of my embrace, fastened his pants, and patted my ass. “You'd better change your pants. Bantar will escort you to me when you're ready.”
I looked down to see that there was a spot on my crotch—from his wet cock and my release. Then I looked up to watch him leave.
With only the fish to hear me, I asked, “What the actual fuck was that?