Page 18 of My Princeling Brat (Tales from the Tarot #2)

The relief that surged through me was close to ecstasy, and my legs did wobble and threaten to give out. My mind was a blur of pain and endorphins. No anger, though, and no resentment.

“Very good, Cedrych. You bore that well. I like to follow up every punishment with an apology so we can put it to bed.”

He wanted me to apologize? Indignation rose within me, hot and sharp, but before I could bite back, his hand was on my lower back, a soothing balm.

“Remember, the rules are meant to keep you safe. Because I care about you, as your keeper and protector. Apologizing doesn’t make you any less of a man, it's simply acknowledging your acceptance of my commitment to keep you safe.”

I sniffed hard, swallowed my pride and my bratty rebuttal.

I had agreed to this, after all. I was all out of sorts, certainly still in pain, but also strangely grateful to Vasil for following me last night and bringing me back home–his home.

For every promise he’d made to me, he followed through, even this one, while seeking my consent at every juncture.

The attention was a little too much for me to process, especially with my pants down around my ankles and my ass in the air.

“I’m sorry for breaking your security protocol,” I said to him with a hitch in my voice.

“I forgive you. Now, stand up, my brave boy.”

I stood on shaky legs, still leaning heavily against the desk.

My tumultuous gaze met his, where utter calm was reflected back at me.

“Leave your pants here and join me on the chaise,” he said.

I stepped out of my trousers, naked from the waist down, and followed him to where he was already reclined.

He pulled me on top of him, positioning us so I was lying on my stomach with my hips between his thighs.

I rested my cheek, damp with sweat, against his chest and breathed through the residual ache.

He had a jar of minty smelling salve and used it to paint my welts with his fingertips.

It was almost harder to endure this tenderness than the punishment itself.

Thank the Goddess he couldn’t see the tears as they slowly dripped down my cheeks.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I said grimly. I’d endured it, yes, but it wasn’t something I’d be asking for again.

“That means it will be an effective punishment. Some submissives like pain.”

“I don’t think I’m into that sort.”

“No, perhaps not.”

We were silent for a spell. Despite Vasil’s calm demeanor and even breathing, it was hard to ignore the behemoth snaking along his upper thigh and pressing into my stomach.

“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.

“I don’t necessarily like seeing you in pain, but watching you struggle to submit as you slowly give yourself over to me…” He paused as if lost in thought. “That part of it excites me.”

“Part of what bothered me yesterday in your study was that you didn’t get off. It made me feel inadequate,” I confessed.

“You cannot tally our orgasms like a ledger, Cedrych, because I’m the one in control. If I want to come, I will. And if I want to deny myself, or you for that matter, I will do that as well.”

“I don’t understand why you would.”

“Sometimes, it’s pleasurable to let the anticipation build. Delayed gratification brings sweeter rewards.”

Had I ever been denied anything my entire life? My mother’s affection and approval, I supposed, but not much else. “I wouldn’t know anything about that,” I told him.

“Ah, but you soon will.” His hand was in my hair, softly stroking. Despite the ache from the caning, I felt myself drifting in his warm embrace. I floated, weightless, as if wrapped in a soft, fluffy cloud. He shifted underneath me, and his cock made itself known yet again.

“I really wanted to suck you off yesterday,” I said, for the longing was as potent as ever, as well as the bitterness from being denied.

He chuckled. “You are quite insistent, aren’t you? Would you like me to come, Cedrych? Would that ease your mind?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How about if I come on your handsome face?”

“That would be…” I tried to temper my excitement, not entirely succeeding. “Yes, sir.”

Vasil motioned for me to sit up, and I did so gingerly with my bare, tender ass resting on his fancy velvet cushion.

“Kneel on the carpet,” he said and I moved carefully, so as not to irritate my welts. “Very good.” He stood before me, tall and proud, his groin mere inches from my face, and gazed down upon me with a soft expression. “You are very pleasing to look at.”

“Thank you, sir. Am I desirable to you?”

“In more ways than you know. And it makes what I’m going to do to you all the more satisfying.”

I sensed that this journey we were embarking upon was only just beginning. I licked my lips in anticipation and stared up at him, watching with rapt attention as he unlaced his trousers. My gaze was riveted by the beast he pulled out of his pants. It just kept going.

“Is that common for your kind?” I asked because it surely wasn’t common amongst the fae.

His smile was devious. “Are you intimidated? Or excited?”

I involuntarily licked my lips. “A little of both. Your lovers must ache for days.”

“I know how to prepare them. I would take every precaution with you too.”

I shouldn’t have brought up his many sexual partners. It plucked a tender chord of inadequacy within, as though I was just one in a line of many.

“What’s that sulk for?” Vasil asked, touching my chin to tilt my face upward.

“You’ve had many lovers,” I said. That was part of it. Also my inexperience, my self-doubt, the fear that I might just be a lark for him.

“Not lovers, Cedrych. They were paid for their services. And none were like you.” His thumb rubbed gently across my lower lip, pressing against it but not quite slipping inside, while his red-rimmed irises flared, a banked fire of untold desires.

His lust hung heavy in the air, permeated my skin, and sent shivers up and down my spine.

Our undeniable chemistry would have to be enough to satisfy me for now.

“I’ve never been in the role of receiver before,” I admitted. Too much trust and vulnerability was required for it, but I wasn’t averse, not with the right person.

His finger trailed along my jaw, drawing my gaze back to his eyes. “Would you like to try it sometime?”

He knew from our contract already, but he wanted to hear me say it. “With you, yes.”

“Then I look forward to it.”

I was struck silent as Vasil grabbed a vial of oil and slicked up his large hands.

He teased himself with light touches, pulling back his foreskin to circle the head with his thumb.

His long fingers were dwarfed by his gargantuan cock while his other hand tugged on his large, ponderous balls, stretching them out and squeezing them roughly.

I memorized his technique so that I might be able to pleasure him in the future, if he allowed it.

I didn’t think it was possible but when he began moving his hand over his cock with purpose, the beast grew even larger.

I was at turns, both fascinated and petrified.

“Would you like to have this in your mouth?” he asked.

“You know that I would,” I said, a bit huffy because it still felt like he was teasing me.

“I’ll have to train you to take it, how to open your throat and ignore your gag reflex.”

Saliva caught in my throat and I could only nod in response. Intense training would be needed.

“But for now you may have a taste,” he said, then collected some of the fluid from the tip and smeared it across my lips. Mineral-rich and slightly salty with a metallic tang. I inhaled deeply and licked my lips, savoring my lord’s unique flavor. “Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes, my lord,” I replied.

“I want you to remember how I taste, Cedrych, to dream about it, to crave it.”

“I will,” I promised.

“Isn’t it easy, boy, when all you have to do is respond in the affirmative?” His free hand carded through my hair, gently tugging at the roots. I didn’t think he was mocking me.

“Yes, my lord.”

“And everything you do is right, sweet prince, because you are utterly perfect.”

That couldn’t possibly be true, but his praise was just as intoxicating as his subtle humiliation.

Both turned me on in opposing ways. The hand on his cock quickened and the other moved from my scalp to his collar, fingers deftly undoing the clasps on his shirt, exposing his broad chest and trim abdominals.

The lines of his body were exquisite, his body hair silky and dark, and the scent of him poured over me, reminding me of this morning when I’d found myself wrapped around him like a python.

His shirt-tails were still tucked into his trousers in a portrait of utter debauchery.

And me, a bare-assed boy with my welts still stinging, gazing up at this magnificent man and anticipating the moment he released on my face.

“Please, sir,” I ventured to say.

“Close your eyes, Cedrych, and imagine you’re in my dungeon.

You’re naked and slick with sweat, bound by my chains and gagging on my dick as I fuck your mouth.

Around your cock is a cage of my own making that frustrates you every time you try to harden, and the only way for it to be removed is by sorcery, my own signature. Do you hear that?” he said loftily.

“Hear what?” I asked, straining to listen.

“It’s the sound of you begging, Cedrych. Pleading with me to let you out of your cage so that you might come, to release you from your forced chastity. Do you think I’ll allow it?”

I shook my head slowly, hypnotized by his words and the sounds of his hand fisting his cock in a rhythmic pace.

“I might eventually, but I’m going to make you work for it. Because for a willful boy like you, your release is a privilege, not a right.”

I imagined every lurid detail, to be restrained by Lord Vasil’s uncompromising metal and used for his pleasure, to come only if and when he allowed it.

I was truly under his spell. Kneeling before him in his study felt as natural as holding my sword or taking flight. It was where we were both meant to be.

The first warm jet hit my cheek then another across the bridge of my nose. More of it splashed against my mouth. I parted my lips so that I might taste him on my tongue. Vasil let out a deep, shuddering sigh, one that spoke of complete and utter satisfaction.

“A perfect finish,” he murmured as he collected his spend with his thumb and pushed it between my eager, waiting lips. “And such a handsome portrait. You’re a very good boy, Cedrych.”

I reveled in his praise as I sucked his thumb gently, staring up at him with utter devotion.

My mind was quiet, my body relaxed. My ass still stung from the caning, but the pain was also part of this larger lesson, one I was beginning to understand.

The lord had unlocked a part of me that had been previously unknown and was willing to join me on this exploration.

For that, and many other things, I was grateful.

“Thank you, my lord.”