Page 40 of My Princeling Brat (Tales from the Tarot #2)

And then I was coming as never before, a full-body orgasm so all-encompassing I couldn’t pinpoint its source.

My spirit soared, my body wracked with pleasure as fluid gushed from the hollow sound as well as from my hole.

The climax stretched on and on, so that I hardly felt Vasil’s metal instruments being separated from my body or their aching absence.

When I finally floated back down from the celestial plane, I was wrapped up tightly in a blanket, cradled in Vasil’s arms within his curtained dungeon bed, a private enclosure that was quiet and dark.

“Drink,” Vasil said and put the cup to my lips. Blindly I sucked down the sweet nectar and slowly came back to myself. “You did very well,” he said, a whisper across my earlobe, still sounding disembodied like a god.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Are you in any pain?”

“I’m sore. My nipples and my hole too.”

“I have ointments for both. I’ll treat you in just a few minutes. You’ll feel better in no time. Did you enjoy it?”

I had to think about his question, not wanting to be flippant or dismissive. “I’m not sure ‘enjoy’ is quite the word that I’d use. It felt… transformative. The way you manipulated my body was incredible. You really are an artist.”

He hummed low in my ear, a happy sound.

“So that’s how you like it,” I said, marveling at the intensity of our play and his attention to detail.

“Yes, but not all the time. That sort of play requires a lot of effort from us both. I like this too. The closeness that results from such sessions.”

I nodded, feeling relieved that we were of the same mind. “Did you finish?” I asked, almost as an afterthought.

“Yes. When you were off on your own, I pulled out my cock and came all over you, my beautiful canvas. I’ll address that too, in a moment.”

A sensual shiver ran through me at the thought of my Master ejaculating on me without me even realizing, a spectacular finish to his performance. I wished I’d been coherent enough to witness it.

“Where did you learn all of that?” I asked.

“Which part?”

“Well, the mind fuckery for one,” I said and he chuckled.

“That’s something I’ve refined over the years, though I’ve never gone this deep before. I’ve never done those things to anyone else, Cedrych. Toys, yes, but not with my own vanadium, and I’ve never left a lasting mark.”

I warmed at the twin rings of metal in my chest, softly throbbing, a sweet reminder of Vasil’s dominance, his ownership. “I liked it,” I assured him.

“I’m glad. You’re a brave, strong boy.”

“And the piercing? Did you learn that from Master Kane?”

He chuckled again, so that my body shook with him. “No, I learned by practicing on myself, though he was exacting about perfection. I told you about the egg already?”

“Yes.”

“Well, if I didn’t get something just right, he’d make me practice through meals and forgo bathroom breaks until I was able to complete it to perfection.”

It sounded a bit cruel to me, especially because Vasil as a lad had been keen to learn. I doubted he’d been the sort of terror I was, skipping tutoring sessions to go riding and ignoring instruction on purpose.

“Did you like him?” I asked.

“No, most days I hated him, but I respected him. He taught me most, if not everything he knew. Towards the end, I think he was becoming a bit resentful because my skill was surpassing his own ability.”

“Isn’t that the goal of a teacher though? Doesn’t that speak to his own ability as a mentor?”

“Most people might think that way, but Master Kane was a proud man. Powerful too. I often wonder what he might have gone on to do after being released from my family’s employ.”

“And he was poisoned at the same party?”

“Yes, we were to give a demonstration. He must have drank from the same wine as my parents. He was also found dead, not in the ballroom but in a corridor. We suspect he may have been trying to reach his bedchamber. Perhaps he even knew of an antidote. He dabbled in apothecary.”

I was quiet, imagining the morbid scene and Vasil having to watch as his parents succumbed to the poison, knowing there was nothing he could do. “I’m sorry that was your last memory of your parents and of him,” I said.

He brushed the hair back from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Me too.”

We lapsed into silence, each of us in our own heads. My thoughts turned from his past toward our tenuous future. My mother was arriving in just a few hours. What might I say to compel her to forgo her own wedding plans for me? To let me have Vasil, the only man I could ever want?

“Will you bite me?” I asked.

He was silent for a spell, though I knew he’d heard me. “Do you think it’s a good idea to renew our bond with the uncertainty that lay before us?” he finally asked.

“No, but I want it anyway.”

“I want it too,” he said somewhat sadly.

I bared my neck to him as an invitation.

He inhaled and shifted, took hold of my chin with one hand.

I sunk into the pleasure of his teeth piercing my flesh.

If my body weren’t already so wrung out, I likely would have orgasmed again, but this time, I only let the pleasure course through me in soft waves, riding the gentle high.

“Thank you, Master,” I said when he’d finished and was licking the wound to heal it.

“You’re welcome, my sweet prince.”

My eyes shuttered, on the verge of slumber.

I’d never been this content before, so sated and at peace with myself.

The hollows that my father’s death and my mother’s resentment had left in my psyche, Vasil filled them with tenderness, loyalty, and devotion.

Perhaps he didn’t love me, not yet, maybe not ever, but the way he touched me and cared for me was more than I needed.

I could love him enough for the both of us.

I swore to the Goddess Imogen that I would marry Lord Vasil and become his consort, permanently, irrevocably. My mother’s machinations be damned.

I’d hold my ground this time, and I would win.