Page 20 of My Princeling Brat (Tales from the Tarot #2)

At risk of saying something even more sentimental, I began unlacing his tunic, pulling apart the fine fabric and skating my hands down his broad chest and across his curly bronzed hair. His puffy pink nipples never failed to arouse me, so soft and supple on an otherwise firm, masculine chest.

The leather strap on his breeches was next and then his cotton undershorts. I disrobed him completely until he was standing nude before me, the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Droplets of water collected on his golden skin. The knob in his throat bobbed, along with his cock.

“Always ready,” I said in appreciation.

“You do this to me,” he said with heat, holding his hands at his side so that I might have my fill of him, but it was never enough. “Join me in this natural state, my lord?” he hedged.

“Of course.” Remembering myself at last, I undressed with efficiency, laying my clothes alongside his over a stone bench so they’d not get damp.

His eyes roved similarly over my form and lingered on my cock, half-hard at the moment but not for long.

I steered him toward a warm waterfall so that I might wash him thoroughly.

He purred as I massaged a scented oil into his hair.

Then I cleaned myself as well, enjoying the prince’s roving gaze and hooded eyes.

Once washed, I led him down a short staircase into the steam bath where we could both sit comfortably.

“You are being cruel, my lord,” he said after a long, languid spell.

His limbs were loose, spread carelessly across my palatial bath, the water doing nothing to hide his alluring form and turgid cock.

With his head thrown back, he was the picture of luxury and the image from my most carnal fantasies.

“Am I?” I asked.

“You know you are. I’ve wanted to put my mouth on your cock for weeks, and now you’re tempting me with it so flagrantly.”

“Flagrant?” I chuckled. “I am not the one currently displaying himself like a feast.”

Grinning, he sat up and stared at me with his gold-fringed eyes, then said in that direct way of his, “May I suck you, my lord?”

There wasn’t much internal debate to be had, not when he looked at me like that and asked so sweetly.

I waved him over to where I sat on a smooth rock shelf, so that my cock was floating in the warm water.

Cedrych dropped to a crouch between my spread thighs.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he delicately kissed the head of my prick.

It bobbed with interest and Cedrych took to licking the shaft like it was one of his sticky mallow fruits.

The base of his tongue swept around my crown and I pumped my hips involuntarily.

“Now who’s being cruel,” I said. “Put it in your mouth and suck it, boy.”

Flashing me a devious smile, Cedrych enveloped my crown with his lips and sucked with vigor.

My hand moved to the back of his head where my fingers nested deep in his damp curls.

“Relax your throat and breathe through your nose,” I instructed.

Only his chin was submerged as I angled my cock so that it slid easily across his tongue and palate.

“Rest your hands on my thighs and squeeze if you need a break.” I then tested his reflexes by brushing against the back of his throat.

The prince gagged and I relented so that he might recover.

“Again,” I said and he obeyed, taking me deeper this time. I thrust lightly into that silken heat, feeling his throat tighten in a spasm around me. When I paused for a break, I was teasing myself more than him.

“I want more, sir,” he said. His eyes were drunk with lust and his lower lip pooled with water and spit.

“Do you like to be used, boy?” I asked as I ran my finger across his petal-soft lip.

“Use me, Master.” He blinked as if realizing the slip, but I didn’t see it as such.

“If you do a good job, I’ll reward your effort,” I promised.

“My reward is in making you come, sir.”

I couldn’t have asked for a better response.

I brought his head down again, pushing my prick past his sweet, eager lips and deep into the recesses of his throat.

Cedrych swallowed, resisting his own compulsion to gag, and the power that surged through me was immense.

My beautiful, headstrong prince, putting my needs before his own, acquiescing to me with such beauty and grace.

I wouldn’t last much longer with his throat working me down this way, that wonderful, all-encompassing pleasure, this warm, wet haven for my cock.

I took his head in both hands and thrust in deep, with purpose. His hands didn’t move from my thighs.

He was submissive but not passive, and the noises he made were obscene. His Highness lost all princely decorum when taking my cock raw down his throat, and he did it with the enthusiasm of a boy whose only desire was to please. How lucky was I to have such a rare treasure?

“Cedrych,” I said, infusing his name with all the things I couldn’t articulate. “Cedrych, you’re…doing… remarkably…well.”

He only whimpered in response, a sweet, delicate thing.

His eyes radiated adoration and an earnestness to care for me, to deliver me to ecstasy.

My climax broke through like a sudden summer storm, my body shaking from the force of this tempest. I roared with satisfaction as my seed poured forth and coated his throat.

Cedrych swallowed, wringing the last pulses of pleasure from my cock.

Even after the violence of my orgasm receded, he continued to nurse me, until my prick lay dormant in his devoted mouth.

“That was excellent,” I said to him at last. He seemed far more composed than me.

“Thank you, sir,” he said in a voice hoarse from sucking cock.

“Are you sore?” I asked. I hoped I hadn’t used him too roughly.

“No, sir.”

“Gargle some of the water to help soothe your throat.”

He did as instructed. That was one area where I must pay attention. Cedrych was slow to reveal when he might be in discomfort, a soldier’s stoicism, which meant I’d need to be more attuned to his needs.

“Did the experience match your expectation?” I asked, pushing the damp curls from his face.

“I think that if I suffocated on your cock, it would not be the worst way to go.”

I smiled. “I don’t want you dying on me, Cedrych. Please give me your sign before you reach the point of asphyxiation.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Come sit between my legs now so I can tend to your needs.”

He stood from the bath, water cascading over his glorious muscles like a lover’s hand. He then planted his taut ass between my thighs, rubbing back against me as if I needed any further temptation. “Don’t worry, I’ll be filling your tight hole soon enough. No need to rush it,” I said.

“I’ve been dreaming of it,” he admitted.

“Tell me.”

“I wake up with you already inside me, my hands are bound and my legs are bent and spread, so there’s nowhere I can go. I just have to take it.”

Despite my recent climax, I shivered from the erotic portrait he was painting. I’d truss him up on my metal web in my dungeon, restrain him completely, then penetrate him in every way possible. “And do you take it, Cedrych?’

“Yes, sir. All of it. Every time.”

“How does it feel to have my cock so deep inside you?”

“It aches and it burns but I want it so badly.”

He sounded breathless. I believed him. I added this scenario to my mental treasure trove of all the sweet, terrible things I might do to him. When he was ready.

“Lie back now and relax, Cedrych. You did an excellent job and I wish to reward you.”

The prince lounged against me like a jungle cat, and I explored his beautiful body with my hands, skating over his mounded chest and rippling abdominals, pinching and pulling at his puffy nipples until he emitted a deep groan.

They’d look marvelous decorated with my metal and precious gems, a bit of elvish flair to adorn his muscular physique.

With his permission, I could pierce him myself.

As I was contemplating what jewelry might suit a fae prince, Cedrych said in a soft, contemplative voice, “I could bear your heirs.”

My hands stilled as I rested my lips on his shoulder. “You could,” I said after a beat of silence, but it was dangerous to truly imagine it.

“That would really piss off my mother. A fake betrothal gone too far.” He chuckled bitterly, but beyond his mother’s machinations, I didn’t want him to think of anything between us as insincere.

“Whatever the terms of our betrothal, Cedrych, I want you to know that none of this is an act, not for me.”

“No, not for me either,” he said quietly.

I kissed along the side of his neck, getting lost in the scent and taste of him. My gums throbbed and my canines dropped, but I only continued to torture myself by dragging my tongue across his skin.

“You could bite me, my lord,” he said softly.

“How did you know?” I whispered, touching the points of my teeth with my tongue.

“I just do.”

I swallowed, fearing that I might be losing control of the situation. “The bond has likely faded by now. A bite would only strengthen it. It would mean more dreams, Cedrych, and more intense ones, perhaps even more desires.”

“I want that. All of it. Please, sir?” He turned slightly to bat his big, blue eyes at me. Then he leaned away, presenting his neck to me. Instead of giving into the temptation, I grabbed his cock instead.

“Ohhhh,” he moaned, long and jagged. I was learning his language, what every utterance conveyed, when to apply more pressure and when to ease off.

“You are a beautiful man,” I murmured into his ear, while giving him the slow, sensuous anguish that he craved. “Inside and out.”

“No need to sweet talk me, my lord. You already have me eating out of the palm of your hand.”

“This isn’t only about dominance,” I informed him.

“No? Then what is it about?”

Feelings, I would have said, strong ones that scared me more than I cared to admit. But I didn’t want to confuse things between us even more. “Fealty,” I said instead.