I’d never wanted to own another person as much as I wanted to own Sasori in that moment.
“Fuck, Sasori, you take me so good. I’m going to fill you up with my cum, too. You’ll feel both of us for days, have both of us leaking from your cunt, so you never forget who you belong to,” I panted as I chased my own quickly approaching release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as I slammed into her cunt, losing all sense of rhythm. I tweaked her clit with my fingers, playing her like an instrument, until I heard her cry out and felt her walls spasm and massage my cock.
I came with a loud “fuck!” my dick twitching long and hard inside her, spilling every drop of my release as my cock desperately tried to reach her womb.
Reluctantly, I pulled from my Bonded, both of our chests heaving in the suddenly silent space. My cum mixed with Ilyas’ and spilled from her opening to drip into a puddle on the comforter. I groaned at the carnal image, even as Sasori closed her legs and rolled off the bed and into the bathroom without a word.
“Are youfuckingkidding me, Lex?”Sasori exclaimed, her voice a high-pitched screech that bounced off the black walls of our bedroom. Her hair was a wild mess, both from running her fingers through it constantly and the wild fucking that Ilyas and I just gave her. I figured that having this discussion would be easier if she were properly sated from a good fuck and a half dozen orgasms.
Apparently, I was wrong.
Because not only was she still naked—her body flushed and sweaty—but now her sudden anger was causing her tits to jiggle as she spoke, her arms moving in staccato motions.
While it was wholly inappropriate to be hard—again—while she yelled at me, I couldn’t get my dick to understand. He was happily jutting away from my stomach, weeping and reaching for the naked woman across the room.
“Lex!” Sasori screamed, and I shook my head slightly, trying to clear the lust-filled fog that settled over my mind. Ilyas was dutifully staying out of the conversation, tucked away on the couch in our adjoined sitting room. After he’d found his release in Sasori, he quietly left the bedroom to redress, allowing her and I to have a moment together.
Clearly the space was unnecessary, because I was nearly certain the entirety of our floor in the Academy could hear Sasori’s words.
“Put somefuckingpants on, Lex. I don’t want to look at you right now. Ican’tlook at you,” she fumed, aggressively punching her legs through her black Academy-issued pants and thrusting her head through the hole of her tunic.
I sighed, running a hand through my messy brown hair as I dutifully followed her request. The less of a stink I made, the more cooperative I was, the more likely she was to listen to reason and logic.
I hope.
My pants and tunic were strewn across the floor, haphazardly removed when we first entered the room, all tangled limbs and panting breaths. My cock jumped once at the memory before I slowly willed it to deflate. I took my time pulling on my clothes, hoping that Sasori would be calmer by the time I was finished. But, after I’d gotten fully dressed and turned to face my Bonded, the disappointed and disgusted look on her face had only gotten worse.
“Sit, Sasori,” I said, gesturing to the couch in the other room. She simply crossed her arms and raised her brows petulantly at me in response. I sighed, already exhausted with this conversation. It was times like these that I wished I’d had a firmer hand with my Bonded—not Ilyas, since there was a different level of trust and understanding between us. Not to the extent of other Mages—I didn’t want to control my Bonded, but I definitely felt like, maybe, I’d been too lax in my relationship with Sasori.
I knew what it was to be disrespected, to be used for something with no say in the outcome, and I never wanted that feeling for my Bonded. Especially since Sasori was a Forced Bond, and not one that either of us picked.
But, after nearly two decades together, it was clear that the freedom I’d given her in favor of a real relationship and friendship rather than one of Mage and Vessel had gone to Sasori’s head, and she felt like she could have the final say in who I owed my allegiance to.
That wasn’t her place, nor would it ever be. My allegiance couldn’t be bought by crowns and titles, my loyalty was reserved for those who earned it and deserved it.
TheKingwas not that person.
My continued support of and loyalty to Rohak was the crux of the argument today, and the basis of Sasori’s and my issues the past few months—years, really. For whatever reason, future King Alois d’Refan held all of Sasori’s trust and steadfast loyalty—there were times I’d thought she was even more committed to him than me, her Mage. A rock settled low in my gut at the thought.
“Rohak,” I started, but was instantly cut off by Sasori’s sharp tongue.
“TheGeneral,” she spat. I paused, anger lighting under my skin at her disrespect.
“Rohak,” I reiterated and watched as her eyes sparked. I’d gone past the point of exhaustion, knowing now that whatever I said in defense of my agreement with Rohak would not be an adequate explanation for Sasori. She didn’t want to hear what I had to say, and I felt no desire to listen to her, either. “Has asked we keep an eye on the future king. He suspects there is more at play here than Lord d’Refan is indicating and he wants to be prepared for every eventuality; especially since Lord d’Refan confirmed the movements of Kaos and Solace. Rohak hasalwaysoverseen the military and, accept it or not, like it or not, Sasori, we are a part of the military. Our loyalty is to our commander first and foremost. We are to gather information and report straight back to the General upon our return.”
Sasori’s arms banded tighter across her chest, her lips a thin white line of disgust.
“Is that an order?” Her voice was deadly calm.
I nodded my head curtly. “That is an order from your Mage, yes.”
I hated pulling the Mage-card, but our mission from Rohak was important; Sasori was simply struggling to see the forest through the trees.
I hope.
“As you wish, Mage,” she spat before striding toward the door, her shoulder knocking against mine on the way out. Neither Ilyas nor I tried to stop her from leaving, and she slammed the door loudly as she exited.
