Page 27 of My Princeling Brat (Tales from the Tarot #2)

“My lord,” I gasped from the delicious and inventive torture.

“I’m going to have you, Cedrych, here in my bed, right now. I hadn’t planned it this way, but I don’t wish to deny myself any longer.”

“Me neither.”

His fingers touched my lips with reverence, and I caught one of his fingertips with my teeth and drew it inside my mouth.

“If you please me, I’ll allow you to come,” he said, dragging his fingers downward to grip my chin roughly.

“Then I will do my best to please you,” I said.

“Because you’re so good at following orders,” he chided and slapped my thigh lightly.

“You have a way of making me obey.”

That triggered something dark and beastly inside him as his eyes flared with a predatory desire.

“This should help,” he said and anchored both my wrists to his bed posts, my arms spread wide but not uncomfortably so.

The metal bands were smooth against my wrists as I tugged on the chains to find them solid and strong.

“How is your metal so warm?” I asked.

“It takes on the qualities of my body and my blood. Once I’ve manipulated it, the metal remains connected to me. Each sorcerer leaves a mark on their work, just as a vampyre does to the flesh with their bite.”

“You’re in my blood,” I said with both awe and acceptance.

“I am everywhere,” he replied and, as if to make his point, Vasil dragged his fingers over my taut muscles, leaving a wake of sensation behind.

“Is this some sort of sorcery as well?” I asked, for nothing as simple as skin against skin had ever felt so pleasurable, so charged with sensation. My cock attempted to harden again within the confines of its cage, earning a satisfied smirk from my lord.

“No, this is chemistry.”

“It feels divine.”

“Your body is divine.” His strong fingers hooked into talons as he scraped along my upper arms and over my sensitive armpits, along the sides of my ribs.

I gasped from the burn, hypnotized by the red lines he’d made on my skin, his marks of possession.

He climbed on top of me next, his hard cock slapping against my caged one with superiority, taunting me with its freedom to grow hard, to fuck.

“You are ruthless,” I said as I shifted my hips so that he might rub against me, desperate for any kind of friction, even though it was a double-edged sword, for every bit of arousal caused me more pain.

“Yes, I am,” he agreed as he tugged on both my nipples, stretching and squeezing them like gum drops.

“I must have my metal here too.” He pulled more vanadium from his rod, shaping two small matching metal clips.

He attached one to each nipple simultaneously, and the sudden bite had my hips bucking in response.

“I want to fuck,” I growled.

“I bet you do,” he said with a sadistic smile. “My stallion, you’d love for me to mount this lovely cock, wouldn’t you, Cedrych?”

“Yes, my lord. Please. You can still be in control. I won’t move a muscle.”

I could scarcely believe my own begging voice, but the payoff would be worth it. I needed something soft and warm around my cock, anything but this gods-damned metal.

“Not today, Cedrych. No, today, I’m going to fuck you. I’ve waited a long time for this pleasure and fantasized about it more times than I can count.”

“Then can you get rid of the cage?” I pleaded.

“Not yet, my prince. Tell me, has anyone been inside this perfect ass of yours before?”

My hole clenched around his plug. No one had been inside me in any way before Vasil. Surely he must know that already. “No one, my lord. Not their flesh, nor their magic, not their blood.”

He let out a low, deep rumble of satisfaction. “Why not?”

I swallowed and considered lying, but I knew Vasil would see right through me. “It didn’t feel right.”

“Explain.”

“I didn’t want to be in that position, not even with my ex. I never even undressed fully when we were alone or made love. My guards were always right outside. I couldn’t trust them not to report back to my mother or someone else. I didn’t want my bedsport to be fodder for the daily scrolls”

Vasil smoothed one hand down my sternum, a soothing gesture. “Everything we do here will be kept between us. You are free to explore all aspects of your sexuality, and I will keep your confidence, I promise.”

I nodded, trusting him fully. It helped in the way he touched me too, with such reverence, as if I were someone worthy of his tender affection. “Thank you, my lord.”

“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to be nice to you either,” he warned, then tugged on my nipple clamps.

I grunted as pleasure warred with pain, painting a landscape of raw desire and need.

The man before me was a beautiful monster, a sexual sorcerer, wringing such contradictory sensations from my body.

I only prayed he could also be merciful.

“I’m going to make it memorable for you,” he promised.

“We’ll see,” I teased, flashing him a grin.

“Brat,” he said with a smirk. Kneeling between my thighs, he then spread me like a plucked game hen. His gaze was no longer on my face but the cleft beneath my balls where my hole was slick and throbbing.

“You’re obscenely wet,” he said as his thumb swept the rim of the plug.

I squirmed under his intimate scrutiny and said tersely, “I have a neutralizing implant. You needn’t worry about any unwanted heirs.”

He paused to digest this bit of information. “They wouldn’t be unwanted, Cedrych, but perhaps it’s for the best. My urge to breed has never been this strong before.”

Nor mine, I thought but didn’t dare say it.

Damn it all. I wasn’t going to get clingy now.

Begging the lord to breed me? Absolutely not.

Hard limit there. As if reading my mind, his lips curved slightly.

“I cannot believe I was so cross with you mere moments ago, and now with you laid out like this, spoiling for a fuck, all I want is to indulge you.”

“I did save your life,” I said tactfully.

“One good deed doesn’t negate the bad,” he said, giving me no quarter.

“Then is punishment still on the menu?”

“Absolutely.” He toyed with one nipple, hardly touching me anywhere else, and said musingly, “It’s easy to obey when you’re strapped down, caged, and aching for release, isn’t it Cedrych?”

“As I said before, you have a way about you, my lord.” Goddess, if only I could come.

“I’ve never tasted fae hole before. Sweet like honey, if the rumors are to be believed?” Before I could respond, the plug was removed with a long, aching pull that made my abdominals tighten. The hollowness was soon replaced by…

“Goddess divine,” I shouted as his warm, wet tongue thrust into my hole with no preamble whatsoever.

I’d never received such treatment before.

Vasil’s tongue was as rapacious as the man himself, darting in and out of my channel like a weapon, owning me with every stroke.

The noises he compelled from me were unseemly.

“My lord,” I begged without knowing what I wanted–more, certainly, more, but every trill of pleasure increased the torture to my cock by tenfold.

Every single pinprick where his thorns dug into my flesh was a searing reminder of his dominance.

Like a cramped hand that could not flex, my imprisoned cock only served to remind me of my own futility.

My nipples throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and my hands tugged at the chains in an attempt to regain control. I was truly at Vasil’s mercy.

“Mercier,” I said in a desperate plea. He’d stretched me to the farthest reaches, a drum skin pulled taut and ready to burst.

“Yes, Cedrych?” the half-vampyre demon taunted, now licking my hole like it was a rare delicacy.

I moaned pitifully for him to end the teasing, and he slowly rose up, only to plunge two fingers inside me.

My body was his for the taking. I’d given myself over to him the moment I received his bite, even before by agreeing to this betrothal.

I knew I’d be sacrificing something–control, ego, my pride–but I had no idea of all that I’d gain.

Vasil’s digits pumped ruthlessly, stimulating my gland to the edge of pain, while my cock wept woefully in its cage.

“My lord, please,” I moaned, ashamed of my weakness and aroused by the sheer helplessness of my situation.

“That’s it. Beg for it, Your Highness. Let me hear all those pretty noises you make. Look at how they excite me.” He gestured with his free hand the massive tent in his underclothes. The main course.

Pleasure flowed through me, my balls swollen and throbbing, my cock thwarted by his wicked cage. I decided on a different strategy. “You could be inside me right now, my lord,” I taunted, but he only smiled.

“Not yet, my sweet prince. I want you completely unraveled by your desires, knowing I’m the only one who can satisfy you. I’m going to revel in your submission a little longer.” His hand was on my cock, outside the metal of the cage, softly stroking, teasing me without mercy. “This is mine.”

I grunted in response, but it wasn’t enough for him.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“My cock is yours.”

“What else is mine?” he asked imperiously.

“My skin, my balls, my hole…”

“Your muscles, marrow, blood, and bones,” he added.

“Yes. All of it… is yours.”

“Mine to pleasure?”

“Goddess, I hope so.”

“Mine to punish?”

“Whatever you want, my lord. Anything. Only please, do something.”

My pleas sounded more like sobs as the lord discarded his underclothes to impress me yet again with the size of his cock.

Long and thick and dripping with desire, the head of it so bulbous that his foreskin had peeled back and gathered behind the ridge.

His prick was far too big for a beginner like myself, but I hardly cared anymore.

“Are you worried it won’t fit?” he asked with a perverse smile.

“No,” I lied.