Kissing me on the lips, he guides my hand to his cock. I stroke his nice, hard length, making him groan. His cock pulses against my palm. I start to wrap my fingers around it, but he pulls my hand away.
Showing me to the table, he picks up a black knife and hands it to me. When I take it, he guides me through the motions again before stepping out of the way.
I shriek with delight when it actually hits the board this time. It’s at an angle, pointing up into the target rather than horizontally like his and Jace’s, but at least it’s in the board.
Hopping from foot to foot, I turn to him. “Take off your trousers.” I want to see his pierced cock. I want to touch it and suck it and edge him like he’s edging me. I want Jace and Deirdre to watch as he fucks me.
He chuckles. “You’re getting a bit ahead of yourself, my queen.”
His knife strikes the middle of the target. Deirdre’s lands beside his, and Jace’s ends up beside his first throw – not on the target at all.
“So who won that one?” I ask.
“King Morningstar,” Deirdre says. “Mine’s right outside the bull’s eye.”
Jace walks up to the board and gestures for me to join him. Once there, I notice the tip of her blade is outside the gold circle.
“Oh.”
He grins as he twirls a small triangular blade around his finger. It’s half the size of his palm. He spins it once more, then lets the ring of its handle slide down to his knuckle. The blade facing up, he closes his fist. It juts out severely, as if it can cut my very breath.
Bringing it down to his chest, he carves a bright red line parallel to one of the many straight lines he has tattooed.
“Does it mean something?” I ask, nodding at him. It’s a complete work of art. Geometric shapes connect across his entire chest and around his sides but only with straight lines. Even the circles have been broken into small dashes.
“They’re tallies,” he says flatly, then walks back to the others. His back is covered the same, but there are parts of the design that looks incomplete, as if whatever he’s tallying hasn’t finished being counted yet.
Standing beside Richard, Deirdre goes to undo another belt, but Jace grabs her wrist. Without a word, he cuts through all the belts of her shirt. As it falls to the floor in scraps, she looks at him, her eyes hard.
“That was my favourite shirt.”
“You should’ve thought of that before you pushed me tonight.” Sliding his triangular blade across another part of his chest, he leans down and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth.
Lust slams into me, shooting down to my pussy before ricochetting back up to lie trapped in my throat on a whimper. Richard’s hands are on me, massaging both my breasts as he pinches my nipples. His lips claim my neck. His teeth my collarbone. Arching my neck, I breathe in short little gasps.
“Take off your jumpsuit,” my king demands.
Jace lifts his head to look over at me.
Shivering, I wet my lips.
His eyes lock onto my mouth, then drop to my chest as I fumble with the buttons of my jumpsuit. One hand cutting lines across his body, the other holding my bra against his cock, Jace waits hungrily for me to pull my sleeves down. I slide the fabric off me slowly. His gaze tracks it to the floor, taking in every bitof dried cum, every mark of ownership placed by my king, before rising back up to the chastity belt between my legs.
“You’ve fucking soaked it,” he rasps.
Richard cups both of my breasts, but he doesn’t hide my nipples, letting Jace look at them freely. Letting Deirdre too. Her eyes are on me just as hungry. Wriggling against my king, I whimper with a need to have something of his inside me.
His lips tracing up the smooth skin of my neck, he grabs my earlobe in-between his teeth. His hands still my hips, digging tight into my flesh. “There’s six more hours before midnight. So you’re going to watch Jace and Deirdre fuck while I lick your pussy, and if you come –” He steps back and slams his hand down on my ass. I cry out as I take a step forwards. Jace cuts another line across his chest. “I will add another two days.” Spinning me around, he kisses me hard.
“Colour?” he asks as he lifts his head.
“Green.”
“Then it’s your turn to throw.” Grabbing one of my knives, he walks away from the target.
“We’re increasing the distance already?” This isn’t good. I’m never going to see him naked at this point.
Stopping just in front of the bar, he gestures for me to throw it. Although I can still see the target clearly, it might as well be on the other side of the planet. My knife, not surprisingly, doesn’t get anywhere close to the thing.
