Page 33 of Shadowbound

“Well?” I raise my eyebrows.

“Feels like something’s fucking me, Mistress,” he says bluntly.

“Good.” I nod and give him a little smile. “This way when it’s time for me to actually fuck you, you’ll be ready.”

“Gods, Mistress,” he growls, looking down at me. “I almost want you to. But I can’t let you do that—it’s too much, going too far!”

“Come here.” I beckon and he bends down. I look into his eyes and kiss him gently on the lips. “You’ll want it when I’m ready,” I whisper as I hold his gaze with mine. “You’ll beg me to fuck you, my Paladin and I’ll make you come harder than you ever have in your life when I do.”

His cheeks go red. I can see he’s not used to a woman speaking like this to him. Unsurprising since it’s usually males who do the fucking but things are different between a Mistress and her Blood-servant.

“When will that be?” he asks and there’s a note of uncertainty mixed with longing in his deep voice.

“Not until the time is right,” I tell him. “Now come to the punishment cross. We still have much to do to get you trained.”

“This wasn’t part of my training?” He nods down at himself. His stride is a little off, but he’ll get used to wearing the tail soon. He might even want a larger one.

“Only a very small part,” I say.

I take him to the cross, which is shaped like the letter “X” and fasten his wrists above his head. I have to stand on a tall step ladder to accomplish this and my breasts are directly in his face as I tie him up.

“Mmm, Mistress—you’re making me enjoy being punished,” Alaric rumbles. “But these little ties you’re using are pretty damn useless—I could snap them in a heartbeat.”

“Try it then,” I challenge him, smiling.

He tugs on the leather ties, lightly at first and then with all his strength. At last he stops, panting for breath.

“What…the fuck?” he growls, frowning.

“Don’t feel bad. The fastenings are magically reinforced—a great white bear of the North couldn’t break them,” I tell him. “Now just relax and listen to me.”

Alaric turns a wary gaze on me as though he’s not sure what’s coming next. I dare say, it surprises him.

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Alaric

“Imagine your heart,” Sylvanna says, which surprises me.

“My what?” I ask.

“Your heart,” she repeats patiently. “It has four chambers. Now imagine that there’s a fifth chamber—a secret one that no one but you knows about,” she says. “This secret chamber is your reservoir. It’s where you’re going to keep the overflow of your magic. When it gets to be too much and you feel the ‘Holy Fire’ flooding you, I want you to picture it pouring into that chamber.”

“How is this going to help me?” I ask. “How—fuck!”

Because she’s reached into my trousers and taken my shaft in her hand. She’s caressing it with long, firm strokes that make me feel weak in the fucking knees!

“Mistress!” I groan and I feel the Holy Fire rising.

“Good, now let it rise in you, then send it to your reservoir,” she says, still stroking me.

I struggle to do as she says. The pleasure of her touch is so much more than I ever hoped for—I just want more and more of it. And she seems willing to keep stroking me as long as I do as she says.

With difficulty, I bring the picture of a secret chamber in my chest to my mind’s eye. Then I picture the Holy Fire rising in me like liquid flames. I see it pouring out of me and into the chamber, filling it slowly but surely.

“Good, that’s good my Paladin!” The Jewel of Knowing flashes and winks at me from her temple. I know she can see what I’m picturing and she approves. I must be doing it right.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I picture the golden streams of magical fire flowing through me. And since my eyes are closed, I miss what happens next. I don’t know anything about it until I feel something warm and wet enveloping the head of my cock.

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