“I’ll say it if something hurts, or if I need it to stop. Okay?”
“Ketchup?”
He grinned. “It’s meant to be a word that will catch your attention. I give you permission to do anything you like with my body, I turn over complete erotic control, unless I say the word.”
“And what if your mouth is stuffed with cock?”
“Ooh, I didn’t know that was a possibility.” He clapped his hands with excitement. “Well, we’ll certainly need something for me to do then, won’t we? I will tap three times on something metal. You’ll feel that, right?”
“Yes.” He was just going to go with this. Because my Pip was bold, playful, and always up for an adventure. That was his magic, after all, wasn’t it? “You are certain?”
“Mm, yes. Being at your mercy, under your control, made to do all sorts of filthy things. That’s the fantasy. I am your little pet, at your mercy, and you are the controlling dominant warrior, using me however you please.”
I snorted. “Why is it that you think I have the power here, when it is you who is bewitching me into tying you down and having you fucked until you beg for it to stop?”
Pip just laughed and looped his arm through mine. “Tomorrow is going to be fun!”
“Tomorrow is an eternity away,” I growled, the thought of waiting making my cock ache. “First, you will tend to what this conversation has done to me right now.”
“Oh! I thought you had reports to file?” His eyes sparkled with mischief as I dragged him into the nearest store room.
“Reports can wait.”
Chapter 15
Aeldryc
Ireachedupwithmy magic. The iron sang to me the way it always did as I prepared to—
“Will the Queen be mad you’re using her chandelier as a sex swing for me?” Pip interrupted. “Or is it a sconce?”
I dropped my hand. “It is quite clearly not a sconce. Sconces hang on the wall. It’s a candelabra.”
“So she won’t mind?”
“This is an unused sitting room. The Queen has no reason to enter it. I informed her secretary it was reserved for specialized training.”
“Specialized training. Now that sounds sexy.”
“Let me focus, or there will be no specialized training for you at all.”
“Oh yes. Focus. I am very worried I will not be able to pay your vast gambling debts with my slutty body.”
“Pippin,” I growled. “For the last time, I do not have gambling debts. I merely recruited some volunteers to fuck you. Three, to be exact.”
“I know. It just adds a thrilling edge of danger to it, don’t you think? If I pretend I’m using my slutty body to protect you from villainous thugs.”
“Why would I want to do such a thing?”
Pip stuck his tongue out at me. “You are terrible at role play.”
“I don’t want to role play, I want to see you fucked until you pass out from the intensity of your orgasm. I want to see you stuffed with cock, dripping with cum, and not able to come until you’re fighting and begging for a release I will not grant you until all of your lovers have been satisfied, and I’m buried deep in your messy hole.”
“Oh.” Pip’s eyes were wide, and he reached down, adjusting the impossibly pink undergarment he called a jockstrap, palmingthe bulge of his hardening cock. “Okay that works for me. You’re quite good at this. Continue.”
I shook my head, reaching out again, feeling the magic as a low harmonic resonance surging from the well at my core and through my blood. The candelabra shuddered. Pip gasped as the metal began to move, branching arms uncurling, straightening, reshaping themselves with the liquid ease of hot metal being worked by a master smith, but I was not heating it. I was asking it to change, and it obeyed, because metal always obeyed me.
Two long, curved bands of iron descended from the ceiling as the lamp molded to my will, their surfaces shaped into gentle contours that would cradle without cutting. It formed a chest band to hold his weight, arm straps that curved with the natural line of outstretched hands, and below, two bracing bars that would support his hips before spreading apart to force his legs wide.
