Page 61 of A Bond in Flames

This time, when he spanked me, his hand was low, slapping my pussy, but instead of crying out, I groaned, dropping my head to my forearms. Death covered my body, and having his skin against me, the feel of his hard body pressed to mine, was like having a craving I hadn’t even known I’d had satisfied. He was hard; I could feel his cock through his pants pressed against my tender flesh.

“I need you,” I gasped. “Please.”

He dragged his nose up my throat. “Fucking you is a reward, love, and you haven’t earned one, not yet.” His staff appeared in his hand beside me.

“You want me,” I managed, pushing back against his hardness.

“More than you will ever comprehend, but I’ve also had thousands of years to master my control, and if making you understand the severity of your actions means I walk around hard as fuck for a day or two, then that’s what will happen.” His cloak surrounded us, like a dark, warm cocoon. “I’m not a sadist, though,” he said as he dragged his hand down my bare back, his roughened skin lifting goose bumps all over me. “I will deny you of me, but I also won’t leave you wanting. Your needs are paramount always.”

I pressed back against him more firmly. “Then don’t deny me,” I said, so hot and wet and achy, I was close to begging.

He kissed my shoulder. “I’ll make you come, love, and it will feel earth-shattering.” He pressed his mouth to my ear. “But nowhere near as good as when your male, the god who owns you, who is the master of your cunt and the owner of your heart, is buried deep inside you.” He nipped my shoulder. “But that’s the point. How will you learn without consequences?”

“Arrogant asshole…” The insult died on my lips as he kissed his way down my spine.

“I have reason to be arrogant, and you know it.”

Something warm and smooth slid along my pussy, gliding over my opening, then up to my clit. “What… what is that?” I groaned.

“Did you know my staff is part of me?” His mouth came back to my ear. “I feel what it feels. It’s alive in my hands, like another arm or leg or…” He pushed the tip of his staff inside me, the smooth wood hot, yes, as if it was alive.

“Oh gods,” I breathed, dropping my head to my forearms, panting, desperate for more.

He pushed it deeper, and I felt every knot and twist of the gnarled, worn wood as it filled me. “If the conditions are just so, I can come just stroking it,” he said, panting against my throat. “You feel… so good. So fucking good, Zinnia.”

He slid it out, then back in, and I cried out.

“I’m going to make you come now, love, so hard that you’ll make a mess all over my piano stool. Are you ready?”

I was only capable of making sounds—desperate, needy sounds, like an animal, a creature that only existed for Death and the pleasure he chose to give me.

He fucked me with his staff faster. His front was still pressed to my back, his cloak surrounding us. I knew his face was at least half his skull mask, and the thought only turned me on more. He was breathing heavily in my ear as he slid his hand down my stomach and started circling my clit just the way I liked it. Simultaneously, his staff hit me at the exact spot that had me quickly spinning out of control.

“Mors…Oh fuck…”

“You’re dripping, love. Your juices are sliding down my staff, soaking into the wood, filling every divot and channel, marking it with your hunger, giving me a part of you for eternity.” He groaned. “I feel you too now, love. I can feel how badly you need to come, how good you feel right now. How much you want your god inside you.”

I sobbed. “Yes, please. Mors… please.”

His hand left my clit, then came down on my ass, hard, before it was back at my clit, spanking me there as well. I screamed and came, spasming around his staff while he soothed my clit with firm pressure, circling, rubbing, prolonging my orgasm.

“I won’t give in.” He pressed his hard cock against my bare ass, the fabric of his trousers rough against my tender flesh. “Because I won’t lose you. And until you prove to me that you won’t put your life at risk, I won’t fuck you. Understand?”

I collapsed against the cool surface of the piano, breathing hard, and shuddered as he slid his staff from my body. It vanished, and he scooped me up in his arms. His cloak was still draped over him, and it hid his eyes. His face was all skull mask now, all Death. I snuggled closer, sliding my hand over his chest, and stared up at him, into the shadows of his hood, where not even the blue of his eyes glowed anymore. He meant what he said. He would deny us both until I proved myself the obedient little consort and did as he said.

“I get you’re worried, I do.” How could he not be after what he’d been through? “I promise I won’t take any more risks, okay? But you can’t expect me to stay locked up here when you’re away from the castle.”

“I expect you to stay here where it’s safe unless I’m with you,” he said.

“That’s what I just said.”

“No, it’s not. I won’t ever lock you up.”

“What you’re suggesting sounds pretty confining if you ask me.”

“Which means the punishment stands.” He held me closer. “It pains me as much as it does you to do this. Denying you goes against every part of me.”

I flashed him a grin. “Oh, it pains you much more, my lord, and if you think I’m going down without a fight, you are sorely mistaken.”

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