Chapter 15
Mina
I was nearly shaking with anxiety as I paced inside Rixon’s chambers. He’d avoided me for days, time which I’d spent buried in research, if only to avoid thoughts of us. I was no closer to a solution for closing the portal. Rixon would continue feeding it blood and I hated that.
When I wasn’t drowning in research, I was wracking my brain for a way to fix things between us.
It all came back to what we’d talked about before.
Rixon felt out of control. My going behind his back had only exacerbated the issue.
He’d admitted to wanting time to work through his feelings.
But why should he work through them alone?
I caught low murmurs in the hall outside. I’d left the door cracked so that I’d hear him coming. The voices fell silent and then the door opened—
“What—oh my gods, Rixon!” I dropped the shackles clenched in my hand and rushed to him. “What happened?! Who did this?”
“Herrin. I’m fine.”
I blew out a relieved breath and fought a smile. “Looks like he got the better of you.”
“Something like that.” Rixon’s eyes darted over me then fell to the Nebrine shackles—the same shackles his father had used on me—laying on the floor. He took a step back and frowned. “What is this?”
“I…” Suddenly, everything I’d rehearsed slid right out of my mind. I’d been planning to tell him about all the thinking I’d done. How I’d gone back down to the royal cells and retrieved the shackles. How I wanted to fix things. None of that happened.
Limbs trembling, I retrieved the shackles. I held them out and said, “I submit.”
His lips parted. “Mina…” He looked seconds from fleeing.
Panic welled in my chest. I couldn’t allow that. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees. I kept my offering outstretched. “I submit,” I repeated.
“Fuck,” he hissed, running a hand over his face. “Mina, my issues are mine to work through.”
“They involve both of us. You told me your fantasy and I never gave you a solid answer. I’m giving you one now.
I’m giving you complete control. Maybe it won’t fix everything, but if I can make your job even a little easier, I will.
I will give it all up to you. My control.
My magic. My heart. My body. All of me.”
He whirled around and walked several paces away, keeping his back to me, then spun to face me again. “You would be powerless if I put those on you. Completely powerless.”
“I know. I—” I cleared my throat. “I want that.”
“If I put those on, I will use them to punish you. There will be pain.” I thought of our reunion in the stable, of how he’d tied me up and punished me, of how I’d delighted in the pain, but there had been just as much pleasure.
Just the mere memory had hot arousal slicking the junction between my thighs.
What we’d done, I’d loved every minute of it.
Only, this time I would be powerless to stop him if he truly hurt me.
A flash of fear had the dark thing inside me squirming.
Over the past few months, I’d become more powerful, not less.
Now, I would be giving that power up completely.
The thing inside me didn’t like the idea, even if it was hungry for pleasure, but I ignored it.
“I understand the circumstances, Rixon. I want the pain—and the pleasure.”
“What if I decide to give only pain?” His gaze held mine, testing me. “What if that’s all there is?”
My heart hammered a little faster. While I didn’t truly believe it, I needed to accept the possibility. “Whatever you decide—it is your decision, Lord Wielder. That is the point of my submission, is it not?”
His throat bobbed. “Where are the keys?”
“On the table.”
Rixon held still. I could see the war of emotions raging in him. “This might not fix anything.”
“Would it fix things between us, though?”
“Yes.”
I blew out a breath, one I hadn’t realized I was holding.
That was all I needed. To fix what had happened days ago. But also, to help with how he felt about ruling, about being king, even if only a little bit. My heart pounded against my rib cage, dum-dum-dum, making me sway slightly as I waited.
Rixon’s expression settled into something I couldn’t quite read. He calmly turned and went to the door, clicking the lock into place. His broad shoulders bunched, and I traced the outline of him.
His steps were measured as he approached me.
My breaths heightened. From my position on my knees, he towered above me, reminding me just how small I was compared to his massive bulk.
He gently tugged the shackles from my grip, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Tension snapped between us. “Give me your hands,” he said, voice low.
A shiver raced over my skin. I quickly lifted both wrists, eager to comply.
Eager to show him what a good girl I could be.
Fuck, was I that depraved?
Yes. Yes, I was. I wanted this, even if I was also terrified. The fear only made it that much better.
He positioned the cuffs around my wrists, his thumbs caressing my bare skin, lingering over my pulse.
Could he feel how it raced? His eyes held mine, a question that didn’t need voicing.
I gave a subtle nod, my final consent that I was in—all in.
The shackles clicked. I instantly felt my magic dwindling before it died completely.
The breath whooshed from my lungs at the shock of it. It felt like being underwater. Being compressed.
“There is no going back now,” he said.
I knew that. Whatever happened, I was powerless to stop it. “I understand,” I rasped, taking a desperate inhale.
“If you say stop, I won’t stop. If you beg and plead, I’ll still do as I see fit.”
Gods, this was so fucked up. So…why was I trembling with eager anticipation? Had he turned me into this?
“I won’t ask you to stop.”
“We’ll see about that,” he grunted. “Now, stay here.” With that, he walked away.
I frowned, watching as he took the keys and disappeared into the sleeping chamber.
I craned my neck, tempted to get up, to see what he was doing.
Was he preparing something wicked for me?
The thought had me rubbing my thighs together, desperate for friction as I tried to imagine what situation he had in store for us.
Already, I felt wetness smeared by my actions.
I tried to steady my breathing, taking long inhales through my nose.
When Rixon emerged, his shirt was gone, making my mouth water. I swallowed the saliva pooling there. Despite his bruises, every taught muscle was on full display and I wanted to lick each one. A small whimper rose in my chest.
Rixon froze at the sound of it, his back to me, then continued walking. He went to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink, then took a seat on the sofa and crossed an ankle over his knee, sipping it while he watched me.
I frowned in confusion. “I thought we were going to—”
“Be quiet, Mina,” he ordered. “I didn’t say you could speak.”
My lips parted in silent shock. Okay, this was a test then. Rixon needed to feel powerful and in control, and I wanted to give him that. Fuck, I wanted to please him so much that I ached with the desire to.
I remained in position, biting my tongue while I watched him enjoy his drink.
When he finished, he stretched and groaned, making his muscles flex unconsciously.
I eyed the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath his waistband.
My anticipation fluttered back to life as he stood.
Except, he went and poured another. I blinked in disbelief.
My knees were beginning to ache with discomfort.
Taking a book out, he got comfortable and began to read, leisurely sipping his drink. I tried not to balk. I’d expected pain, or fucking, or both simultaneously. I had not expected to be ignored. It made irritation burn in the back of my throat.
If he wanted to play games, fine.
Minutes slipped by and my irritation grew. I flexed my fingers, then shifted my wrists. The shackles were separated by a short chain, four inches long.
“Quit fidgeting,” he ordered, making my head snap in his direction. He was watching me. “I didn’t say you could move.”
I stilled my hands. He eyed me a moment longer, to ensure that his order was followed, then went back to his book. Heat flushed my skin, my irritation growing. When I’d handed him the shackles, this was not what I’d had in mind.
I glanced at the clock. Nearly an hour had slipped by. It would be dinner time soon. Was he just going to…to leave me here?
When he finally finished his second drink, he discarded the glass and stood. Finally. He walked over, his gaze calculating. I braced myself, a thrill skittering down my spine. Surely I had passed this test—whatever it was meant to accomplish.
Towering over me, he reached for my chin, brushing a thumb over my lips. “What a patient little witch you’ve been. I like the sight of you on your knees for me. Maybe I’ll keep you here.”
“What?!” I cried, forgetting myself.
“Silence.” He pressed his thumb against my lips—hard.
He huffed, looking me over. Despite this game we played, I could see the hot desire in his gaze.
He liked the sight of me at his mercy, and I liked that he liked it.
“I see you have a sense of entitlement. My little witch thinks that by successfully completing a single task she deserves a reward.”
“Please,” I said, unable to help myself. I looked at the bulge in his pants, pressing uncomfortably against the ties. It was at eye level and I had a perfect view. He followed my gaze and clicked his tongue. A slow, cunning smile spread across his lips.
“Is this what you want, little witch?” He palmed his erection through his pants, eyes fluttering closed for a brief second. I made a sound in the back of my throat, mouth watering. “My cock stuffed down your throat?” My breaths came faster. “Answer me!”
“Yes. Yes, please.” I was panting.
“Good girl.” He made quick work of the ties on his pants, twisting his fingers in my hair with his other hand. His cock sprang free, swollen and ready. A pearly white bead of pre-cum already dotted the tip. I licked my lips, eyes darting up to him for permission.
“Taste me,” he ordered. I leaned in and licked the head of him. The salty taste made my core clench. I swirled my tongue over the tip, making his breath catch. “Enough. Open your mouth. Wider.”
I was all too eager to comply. He stroked himself once, twice, then guided the head of his cock to my lips, feeding it to me. I groaned at the feel of him on my tongue. “That’s it, little witch. Look how greedy you are for my cock.”
I made a sound of agreement that cut short as he thrust his hips forward, pressing all the way to the back of my throat.
He let out a groan of satisfaction. His grip on my hair tightened, holding me captive.
I lifted my shackled hands, trying to clutch his hips.
Little good it did as he slid out, then thrust back in.
I choked and recovered. Deep breaths, I reminded myself, trying to keep my gag reflex under control.
Tears blurred my vision. He began rocking into me, the movements slow and controlled at first. “I’m going to fuck this smart little mouth until you know who owns it.
So that every time you speak, you remember the taste of my cock and how it feels to be stuffed full of it. ”
“Yes,” I managed around the girth of him. My sex pulsed with need, throbbing at the pace of his thrusts. He grew more wild.
“That’s it. Look how well you take me. My little demon witch.
” Tears rolled down my cheeks. Saliva dribbled from the corners of my mouth.
I was already a mess for him. He clenched one hand around my chin, tilting it slightly to have a better look at me.
Something dark and satisfied flashed in his gaze, seeing me like this.
My chest filled with satisfaction. That I could do this for him—for us.
I savored the growing ache in my jaw, the pain that arose from his harsh thrusting.
His breaths came faster, more raged as he began to lose control.
The sounds he made had wetness gushing between my legs.
It made me realize how much control I still held.
I might be shackled, forced to my knees, my mouth captive to his perversions, but I was still his undoing. What was more, he was mine.
Gods, I wanted to touch myself. Every time my inner walls fluttered, I came that much closer to coming. If I could just touch myself—
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuuuuck.” His hips pumped frantically. I could barely cling to him with my shackled hands, to keep from losing my balance. He threw his head back, roaring as his body jerked. A warm gush of his seed jetted down my throat, the excess filling my mouth.
“Swallow every drop,” he gritted out, hips slowing as his eyes met mine with a demand.
I felt a trickle of cum roll down from the corner of my mouth. His heated gaze tracked the movement as he pulled free of me. Using his thumb, he wiped it up and pressed it into my mouth. “Every drop,” he repeated. I greedily sucked, then gently bit down, making him groan again.
Nothing made me feel more powerful than making my wielder come on my tongue. He thought he’d taken everything from me but he hadn't. I still had this. As long as Rixon continued to love me, to covet me, I would always have a means to control him.
Perhaps he read my mind because he growled and tightened his hold on my hair, dragging me up by it. The pain made me cry out and I welcomed it.
I regained my footing, stumbling into him. He held me against his chest, breathing hard. I buried my nose in his neck and inhaled. My sex was still throbbing. I dragged my hips over his half hard erection, groaning. His hands stilled the motion, cutting me off from the pleasure I was desperate for.
“Did you like your reward?” His voice was low and rough.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now that you’ve had something to eat, I find that I’m famished.
Stay here. Don’t speak, just stay.” I blinked in confusion as he walked away, fixing his pants as he went.
He unlocked the door and said something to the guards.
Then he walked past me, back into the sitting area, acting as though nothing had happened.