“It makes you something wondrous.” I pushed the skirt up. Slowly. The fabric gathered in my hands as I bared him inch by inch, drinking in the sight of his thighs, the crease of his hip, the hard line of his cock already flushed and straining.
“You were prancing around in something this tiny with nothing underneath?”
“I knew you’d be home. I spent all afternoon cleaning and prepping myself so you can fuck me good.”
He had removed all of his pubic hair, and the effect made my mouth water. I could clearly see his cock, his balls, and that tiny fluttering hole. All of him was on display for me. I spread his legs wider and he fell backwards, bracing himself on his elbows. I leaned in, his scent filling my head, watching his cock swell and harden at just the promise of a touch.
I tugged at his pretty stockings, then decided to leave those on, as I slid my hands over the silky fabric, making him squirm. “I would like you pretty and nude in just these pink stockings. Perhaps that’s how you should greet me next time I’m away.” I kissed the crease of his knee through the fabric, then nipped and tasted my way up until I reached the creamy, smooth skin of his inner thighs.
The taste of his skin was divine, and I lingered there for a long moment, sucking a mark into him while he buried his fingers inmy hair and tried to tug me higher. I kissed the juncture of his thigh, then dragged my lips against the silky-soft bulge of his balls, making him whimper.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, feeling his pulse against my palm. My eyes found the iron strapping on the old chest at the foot of the bed. I called a thread of it to me. The dark metal unwove itself from the corner, coiled around my fingers, and then slipped to his cock, forming a ring at the base that hummed faintly against his skin. Pip looked down and watched the iron settle into place and his whole body shuddered.
“You—oh god, Aeldryc—it’s vibrating.”
“If you won’t wear undergarments like a good boy, we may have to consider chastity. This is your punishment.”
“I’m only a slut for you, sir.”
“Good,” I murmured. His hips bucked, pushing his cock through the ring’s grip, and the iron hummed louder, vibrating with a frequency only he could draw from my magic.
I took him in my mouth.
This was new territory, but the sight of him, open and wanting, left no room for hesitation. The moment my mouth closed over him, Pip’s hips jerked. His hands flew to my hair, gripping hard, and a moan tore out of him that echoed off the stone walls.
“Aeldryc—Aeldryc, oh god, your mouth, your—I can’t—”
He couldn’t come. The iron ring saw to that. I could feel it in the vibration against my lips, the metal holding him at the peak without release, and the cruelty was exquisite, the control delicious.
I liked him like this, a begging mess, sobbing for me to fuck him and let him come. I sucked him slowly, thoroughly, learning the weight of him on my tongue, his taste, the pitch of his moans when I pleased him, his whole body seizing when I discovered that he very much liked his slit licked. I was cataloguing him, filing away every weakness, every flinch and gasp, everything I intended to use against him later.
When I pulled off, his cock wet and flushed dark, Pip shook from head to toe, his chest heaving under the sweater, eyes glazed, mouth open.
“How are you already wrecked?” I asked.
“Aeldryc… you’ve never…” He trailed off, his voice full of dazed wonder. “You sucked my cock.”
“It is quite tasty. It is mine, and I shall put my mouth on it whenever I like.” I gave him another long suck before lifting my head. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Ketchup.”
“And do you need it?”
He whined, shuddering against me. “No. Not yet, but might soon. You are pure evil.”
Smiling, I took his cock fully into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him to show him just how evil. He was sobbing now, bucking in my hands, begging. But I wasn’t going to let him come until I was inside him.
I released his cock and pushed his thighs higher, wider, folding him back until the skirt pooled on his stomach and he lay fully exposed, his pink hole fluttering and clean. I lowered my mouth and tasted him there. It was a place I’d been craving, forbidden, and completely mine. I closed my eyes, moaning as I circled my tongue around his clean rim.
Pip made a low, cracked sound that started somewhere deep in his chest and broke open before it reached his mouth. My tongue circled his little pink pucker. He tasted like the soap he used when he prepared for me, and tentatively, I pushed my tongue inside his hole, finding a new way to fuck him, a new way to be joined to him.
“Please,” Pip sobbed. “Please, please, I can’t, the iron won’t let me, I need—I need—”
I didn’t stop. I worked him with my tongue until his begging dissolved into sounds, until the iron was humming so loudly I could hear it from between his thighs, until his whole body was shaking the way a blade shakes when it’s been driven into woodand left to quiver there, all that force with nowhere left to go. My jaw ached, but I didn’t care. I wanted to live here, inside him, claiming him in the most intimate way I could imagine.
I spread his cheeks and lifted him to my mouth, fucking him with my tongue as he bucked and writhed on the bed like a wild, needy thing. His fingers dug into the blankets, then flew up into my hair, pressing me closer as he ground his hips into my face. His asshole twitched, the way it did when he was close, trying to pull me deeper.
He wouldn’t get to come yet, because I was enjoying myself. I gripped his ass, shoving a thumb into the wet hole once occupied by my tongue, and kissed my way up to his balls, pausing to suck on each, wrapping my lips around his shaft again, moving higher, unbuttoning the shirt, pushing the sweater over his head.
