Page 38 of My Princeling Brat (Tales from the Tarot #2)

“I’ve been fantasizing about something for a while now, Cedrych, but you’d have to consider it carefully because it would leave a permanent mark.”

I swallowed, glancing up to meet his burning gaze. “What is it, my lord?”

“I’d like to pierce you. Both your nipples.

I’d like my metal inside you, in two very intimate places, brushing against your nerves at all hours of the day.

So that every time your nipples peak from the cold or brush against the fabric of your tunic, my metal is there to remind you to whom you belong.

That your arousal, however accidental, belongs to me. ”

As if I could possibly forget. A wave of pleasure swept through me at the mere idea of it, to be permanently pierced by my lord’s signature metal. “Yes, sir,” I said, practically begging for it.

“You didn’t have to think about that for very long,” he chided.

“I could think about it for days, an entire sun-cycle, and my answer would be the same,” I said with bone-deep certainty.

“Only I’d be able to remove them,” he said, flicking one of my nipples lightly.

“I want that.”

“What if I can’t convince your mother to let you stay?” His face turned dark and troubled.

“Then I’d want it even more.” I didn’t want any other man touching me, ever, but at least I’d have those two momentos. I’d always belong to Lord Vasil, in a way. I welcomed his signature mark on my person, something permanent and memorable. “I wish to devote myself wholly to you, my lord.”

My answer seemed to please him as he toyed with my other nipple until they were both a dark, dusky rose. Tender, aching, I wanted him everywhere. To hurt me just a little, and then make it all feel better.

“Unfurl your wings, boy,” was his next instruction, and I did so immediately, adjusting my posture to balance their weight. His commands centered me. My lord, my Master, was in charge.

“Magnificent,” he said as he circled me again.

“Touch them, Master, please.” I felt no shame in begging. I wanted him to know every part of me, inside and out.

He drew his hand along the outer edge of one wing, sending a delicious shiver through my sensitive receptors. My wings hummed even louder, like a swarm of bees.

“Simply gorgeous,” Vasil said, placing his palm firmly at the join of my wings, where the tensile tissue met with skin.

“Thank you, sir.”

“This will take me a few minutes, so I want you to stand here, close your eyes, and imagine my metal caressing you all over like a cloud and then pulling you taut until there is no give at all. Envision me piercing your flesh and becoming one with your body. I wish to be in every hole and crevice, filling you up and erasing all other thoughts or stressors from your mind. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy.”

I shivered again from his description, imagining Vasil’s metal embracing and immobilizing me, filling me up and surrounding me until I couldn’t exist without it.

Slowly, I was lifted from the ground, just far enough that my feet no longer touched the floor.

My wings were caught in some kind of metal mesh.

I opened my eyes to discover Vasil had woven an intricate net to hold me.

Each thread was almost invisible but the effect was a soft, silky cradle, one that tightened each time I resisted. A web, I realized.

“I’m going to spread you apart now, sub,” Vasil said. “Lean back and let my metal hold you. You’re safe here.”

I relaxed and the threads gripped my wings and my skin like a soft, sticky cloud.

“Comfortable?” he asked, eyeing me like a prize.

“Yes, Master,” I responded.

“I like it when you address me as Master. It tells me you understand that I am in control. Do you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“It’s true, sub. For as long as I choose, I control your pleasure, your pain, your ability to orgasm as well as the power to deny you. None of this is in your hands anymore, is it?”

“No, sir.”

“There are no decisions you must make, are there?”

“None at all.”

“Because you’ve given that power to me. And I’m going to push you today, sweet boy, because I believe you can handle it, that you’ll enjoy it too, but if at any point you’re too uncomfortable or you want to stop, what do you say?”

“Halt,” I replied dutifully.

“And if you’re unsure?”

“Slow down,” I responded automatically.

“Very good. That will tell me that you need more time to adjust.”

“Yes, Master, I understand.” I appreciated the reminder that even while he was orchestrating my pain or my pleasure, I still had agency of my own.

There was a metal table laid with a cloth and atop it, various implements that looked as if they’d been crafted from Vasil’s own vanadium rod. The lord noticed my attention and smiled slowly, a bit wicked, clearly excited by my apprehension.

“All of these instruments are of my own making, and they will be inside you by the end of this, some of them permanently. How does that make you feel?” He studied me closely, gauging my reaction, both my words and the way my body responded.

“Nervous, Master, but I trust you.”

“That’s good, because I don’t wish to harm you. Think of it as a sparring session. It will be strenuous. You will perhaps want to quit, but I promise you, at the end of it, there will be a big reward.”

“I like your rewards,” I said, already ascending to that otherworldly plane I inhabited when we played like this.

A soft, glowing place where I was safe and cared for, and all I had to do was obey.

Vasil picked up his first instrument, a series of increasingly larger metal spheres spaced about two-fingers-width apart.

He waved one elegant hand and the web shifted, pitching me backward so that my bottom half was completely exposed with my legs spread in a lewd way.

“Such a nice hole for breeding,” Vasil remarked, massaging me with only his thumb.

I opened up for him, trained by his touch and greedy for whatever he had to give. I hungered for penetration, but eyeing the toy made me apprehensive. The largest sphere was as thick as my fist. “Will that fit inside me, Master?”

“I think it will. I want to see how accommodating your body can be. I’m told the fae are quite flexible. You must have to be, for birthing young, yes?”

“I suppose so,” I said, drifting to a time in the future when Vasil might want an heir, what our offspring might look like. With my temper and Vasil’s arrogance, the child would be a handful indeed.

“Where did your head go just now?” Vasil asked, pausing to assess me.

“Nowhere, Master.”

“Do not evade my questions, sub,” he warned.

“I was thinking about you breeding me. What our union might produce.”

He smiled softly, a rare delight. “I’ve thought about that too. A mix of fae, elvish, and vampyre, they would be a true child of the realms.”

A child of the realms. His enthusiasm charmed me. I was a man who liked commitment. Surely, a biological imperative.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, addressing my hole directly while massaging me open. “You’ll like this first one, pretty pet.”

His warm metal sphere pressed against my opening as I willed my body to relax. Vasil pushed harder and the ball popped through with a wet, sucking sound, one that reminded me of fucking. I groaned aloud and wished he were fucking me right now, but I also knew the wait would be worth it.

“Very nice,” Vasil remarked. “Such a smooth glide. I love seeing you swallow my metal and feel it echo inside you. Pulsing, throbbing.”

“I like it too,” I said as my stiff prick twitched against my belly, drawing Vasil’s attention.

“I could have caged you,” he mused, “but I have plans for this royal prick. Maybe next time.”

The idea of being restrained in all ways–limbs, channel, cock, nipples–caused a fresh flush of arousal to overtake me. Master’s toy.

“I love the way your skin flushes. Your body cannot lie, Cedrych. Even your blood answers to me.”

“As do I,” I assured him.

“As do you,” he agreed. “Next one now.” Another push, more pressure, and the familiar sucking sound of my muscle swallowing another ball. “That’s it. Take it for me, sweet prince.”

“I will, Master.”

“Because you’re mine?”

“That’s right.”

“And you obey me.”

“Only you.” Beads of sweat collected at my temple and between my pecs, along the valley of my abdomen.

The sensations were overwhelming me already, his warm metal stretching me from the inside, fusing with the heat of my body.

His thumb swept the rim of my hole as he manipulated the second sphere, teasing it in and out.

“Master,” I grumbled but Vasil only smiled.

“You’ll take what I give you, sub. And precisely how I give it to you.”

I nodded, resolute. He was testing me and I wanted to excel. Vasil would be in control every step of the way, of that I was sure, which allowed me the freedom to simply react. I abandoned reason, pride, and dignity completely and sunk into these strange, unexpected sensations.

“That’s it, sub. Give your strong will over to your Master.”

After a few more deep breaths and with Vasil’s teasing preparation, he shoved the third sphere inside of me.

I bellowed, feeling it in my guts now. One of the spheres brushed against my prostate, making me squirm as my body tried to expel the instrument. I needed more of it, or less, but he only held firm, a maddening suspension between pleasure and pain.

“Two more to go, sweet prince. Your hole is gushing.” He swept up my serum with his finger and sucked on the end of it, obscene and arousing. “So sweet and thick, my favorite flavor. Ready for more now?”

I whined without meaning to, then gave him a pitiful, “Yes, Master.”