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"But you obey so well, Talin. You came right to me." Then he pulled down. "Kneel, boy. You want to be my bitch? Then do it from your knees."
Talin knelt slowly, looking up into Ela's face the whole time. There was something so powerful about the way he gave in, as if he was allowing it instead of submitting. It was almost regal, and for me, it was even more erotic. I could feel my pulse drop lower, and I knew I was breathing harder. Then again, I wasn't meant to be the watcher. I was supposed to be right there, helping him.
Then Wraythe's hand moved to my leg, gripping just hard enough to hold me in place. I leaned into him, needing to touch someone, and he wrapped an arm around me even as Talin reached up to unbutton Ela's vest from the bottom up. The whole time, Eladehl held that cravat like a leash, not choking Talin, but making it clear that he could.
"You look so good like that," Ela told him.
Talin kept going, moving to the buttons on Ela's shirt as soon as the vest was open. "So you know, I like to be choked."
"Well, that works well," Ela told him, tugging just a little harder on the fancy cloth around Talin's neck. "This? It's my fetish. How do I know when it's too much?"
"You don't," Talin said, slowly exposing Ela's chest. "You either stop when I pass out, or you kill me." His hands paused. "The power is yours, Ela. I'm giving it to you."
For a moment, both men paused, just watching each other. Then, slowly, Talin's hands moved again. When he made it back down to Ela's pants, Talin began to work the belt free, and then the pants right after, revealing nothing but skin beneath. With his hands on either side, holding Ela's pants at the waistband, Talin paused.
"Shall I keep going?"
Ela's hand moved, proving he'd worked loose the knot of the cravat while Talin had been focused on his clothes. Slowly sliding it away from Talin's neck, Ela let the cloth tighten, constricting as it pulled free of the multiple loops. Then he bent until they were eye to eye.
"Your problem, Talin, is that you expect me to abuse you. That's not what I want at all." His eyes dropped to Talin's lips even as he leaned a little closer. "If I pushed, you'd push back. If I seduce, you will cave every single time."
From where I sat, I watched as Ela slid his hand down Talin's arm. His focus was locked on my guardian's face, but that wasn't what he was going for. The moment Ela's fingers found Talin's, my partner struck like a snake. He grabbed Talin's wrist on one side, flipped the looped cravat cloth over it, while Ela's other arm pushed Talin's opposing one behind his back. Before my guardian could even register what was happening, he was bound.
No, the knot wasn't secure, but the cloth was looped, and a single tug pulled it tight. Talin braced. He tensed. Then he gave in, refusing to struggle while Ela tied his arms behind his back securely. Only then did Ela stand again, shrugging off his vest and shirt together. His pants gaped open, and Talin knelt supplicant before him.
"Scared yet?" Ela asked.
"Hard as a fucking rock," Talin said. "And I still haven't said no."
So Ela opened his pants. "Good, because I really do love choking people, and you, my beautiful man, had better learn how to relax quickly."
Then he pulled his pants open and let his lace-lined dick fall just before Talin's mouth.
Chapter 37
Talin
The sight of Ela's vein-wrapped dick covered in lace was beautiful. The spark in his eyes was even more so. I'd been pushing him gently, trying to see what he was capable of, and he'd shown me. Oh, I was pretty securely bound. I also knew I could get out of this if I really wanted to. He hadn't tied me that tightly, but I'd have to work for it.
The strange thing was how alluring it felt to know that Nari and Wraythe were sitting behind me, watching this all play out. Fuck, I was hard. I could feel my pulse all the way down in my fucking balls - and I loved it. So many times, I'd seen a hint of this man's control, but never the real thing. Never... this.
Eladehl wasn't cruel. He was, however, dangerous. Seeing him toy with me, I finally understood what they meant when they said he could erase limits. He made me want more, and he didn't need to ask me for it. I was willing to ask him. That was the only reason I didn't lean in to lap at his dick.
Instead, he stroked it right before me. The elegant lace on his hands contrasted with the heavy swirls across the shaft of his dick. I watched as a drop of pre-cum formed on the tip, growing as he milked his length. And then his other hand landed on my jaw. His thumb pressed my lower lip, forcing my mouth open as he leaned in. His dick followed.
I felt the head pass my lips, but he didn't stop. Instead, Ela tilted my face up and kept pushing. He reached the back of my throat and slowed, but that wasn't the same as stopping. Inch by inch, he forced me to take him, and I tried. His eyes watched, that spark still there, but it was amusement. His fingers moved to the back of my head, holding me onto him, and then he pushed a little more.
I wasn't a Priest of the Body. I hadn't worried about the lesson on deep-throating. Ela didn't care at all. He hit my gag reflex, his thumb preventing my teeth from closing on his most sensitive flesh, but he didn't withdraw. For a brief moment, I realized that I was trapped here, unable to escape his dick in my mouth, and my entire body locked up.
"Swallow," he breathed. "Be a good boy. It doesn't hurt, Talin, and you know you want it."
The sultry tone of his voice begged me to please him. The beauty of this man drove me to give in, but it was more than that. For one split second, I saw worry in his eyes, and then it was gone again. My Eladehl was still there. He hadn't been lost over the winter. He hadn't changed. He'd just found another part of himself, and I wanted to give him this part of me.
I swallowed, and he pushed, sliding into my throat. When my body tried to resist, he made a shushing noise and caressed the back of my head so gently, but he wouldn't allow me to pull back. He simply caressed my head, waiting until I swallowed again to push in a little more, until my lips were pressed right against his body and I could see nothing but the lace that marked his Path.
"Oh, that's a good man," he whispered. "Your desire is panting. I'm sure her panties are wet, and Wraythe's hard enough that I can see it. The sight of your lips wrapped around me?" He withdrew partway and then pumped back in, taking his time about it. "Want more, Talin?"
I murmured a yes around his dick, and he began to move. Somehow, he didn't make me feel weak or useless like this. He wasn't destroying my pride, simply taking advantage of my body - and I finally understood what Nari meant. There was something so erotic about being used. The feeling of how much this man desired me, wanted to shove his cock even deeper in my throat, made me feel seductive and powerful.
