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I turned my head to carve out air for myself, as it seemed he wasn’t going to offer me any. “I’m not going to give you the satisfaction,” I assured him through my heaving breaths.
“Then you can fucking take it, can’t you?”
“Maybe I won’t give you the satisfaction of that either,knyaz.”
The prince hummed thoughtfully.
I wondered if he’d ask to tie me up in the way he liked: tight binds with a deliberately built in escape. I wondered if I’d be brave enough this time to tell him he could forget the slipknot, if he wanted. I found it and the out it offered to be distracting.
But there was another type of hunger on Ren’s face now, one that was no less terrifyingly thrilling.
“Mathias? I’d like you to be good for me now.”
It was a request for obedience, not a demand, because me behaving for him wasn’t something we were always in the mood for. Last night had been hard and brutal, a quick, rough fuck being exactly what we’d both needed to expel the day’s frustrations. Little talk, even less foreplay.
But this morning held a different air. A different craving. The sweet caresses Ren was now administering to my neck were satisfying in a manner all of their own; a gentle, yet possessive touch that roamed over my skin and marked me as his.
I nodded, slow and considered so he knew I wasn’t just mocking him. “I can do that.”
“I know you can.”
I glanced up at him and did my best to look compliant, rewarded by his sharp intake of breath. My words were soft. “Where do you want me, Your Highness?”
“Shush,” Ren said silkily, dragging his fingertips down my face. “All my brat needs to worry about is how he’s going to swallow my cock until he chokes on it.”
My prince was as good as his word, prying open my mouth and feeding me every inch of himself until I felt the fat head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat. When I gagged, he allowed me only a single hastily drawn-in breath before forcing himself deep once more, viciously using my mouth for his own pleasure.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his voice soft and affectionate again, although he didn’t let up on the punishing thrusts between my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mathias.”
I wrapped my arms around the back of his thighs and pulled him closer, trying to convey everything I felt for him through touch alone, and for a moment his grip in my hair eased. His breath hitched. I could tell my lover was getting close.
Tears streamed from my eyes, and although I was unsure if it was from emotion or the ruthless way he was fucking my face, I knew better than to wipe them away. I’d learned that lesson the afternoon we’d arrived at the Márosian palace, and could still feel the sting of his palm coming down across my ass if I thought about it.
Which I liked to do. Often.
“Oh, you’re so good,” he purred, making my heart race with happiness and pride.
Yet less than a minute later Ren’s praise lost its coherency and he gasped out half formed words, tugging painfully on my hair a moment before the hot, salty taste of him flooded my mouth. I closed my eyes and drank him down, loving the feeling of him losing control.
“Dios,” he murmured when he eventually pulled out, brushing a finger over my bottom lip to catch the cum that had spilled out of my mouth and feeding it back to me. I sucked on his finger eagerly, lost in a headspace that only he could invoke, one which made me feel like I was soaring among the clouds.
Ren pulled me to my feet, licked the tears from my cheeks with a pleased smile, and pressed his mouth to mine.
“Now, for breakfast,” he said when he was done tasting himself on my tongue, and I swallowed down my disappointment when my own neglected cock twitched in protest. The prince must have noticed, for he offered a dark chuckle that sent a wicked thrill down my spine and then shoved at my chest, pushing me down onto the bed. My back had barely hit the scratchy blankets before he was crawling over me, running his tongue up my neck and pressing my hands firmly down by my side.
“These stay here,” he commanded. “This, here.” I blinked as he reached out to force something between my teeth, tasting the cold hardness of glass and realising it was a small vial of oil. Ren grinned and yanked the cork carelessly from its neck, and I hurriedly bit down on the bottle to stop it from tipping over into my mouth.
“And these-” He took hold of my ankles and moved my legs apart, exposing me to him, before pushing my knees up and hooking his elbows underneath. “-aren’t going anywhere either.”
Ren groaned. “By the Blessed Five, you look so fucking hot like this, darling.”
He lowered his head, but instead of taking my cock into his mouth, he merely nosed at it for a long while, the tease of his warm breath showering me in desperate need. I tried to thrust against him to convey what I wanted, but he held my hips in place, and with my mouth full all I could do was grunt incomprehensible curses at the impossible man and his damned sadism.
“What was that? You’re profusely and eternally grateful to me for taking such good care of you?”
He stroked a finger up behind my balls, drawing a whine from my throat. Not wanting to disappoint him by moving them, my hands fisted in the blankets, and I bit down so hard on the glass I feared it might break.
“That’s what I thought,” Ren said, and he sounded so smugly satisfied that I scowled and attempted to tell him exactly whatIthought, my tongue flickering awkwardly around the vial.
