Page 53 of Shadowbound

The stool will be useful for later, but first I want to get Alaric ready to be fucked, the same way he readied me to fuck him.

I strip him to the waist and then, using the stool, I cuff his hands over his head. Then I take a black silk blindfold from a stack near the flogging rack and use it to cover his eyes.

“Mistress?” he asks, moving his head blindly, as though looking for me. “What the fuck is this all about?”

“This is to heighten your sensations…and heighten the magic,” I murmur in his ear. “This is an extremely strong spell we’re trying to break, my Paladin. I’m going to use your reactions—your pain and your pleasure—to overcome the magic the Queen left to guard her Royal Collection.”

He shivers but doesn’t protest. Instead he says,

“Do what you have to, Mistress. I’m yours.”

His words of submission send a flutter of emotion through me. The fact that he’s willing to make himself vulnerable for me, makes me want him even more. And the sight of his big, muscular body, bare and stretched on the whipping frame, is tantalizing to say the least.

“I’m going to take my time with you, my Paladin,” I tell him. “I’m not going to fuck you to start with—we need to work up to that.”

As I speak, I pluck a long, plume-like feather from the wall of instruments and begin to slide it delicately over his exposed chest, paying special attention to the flat, copper disks of his nipples.

He shivers all over, his head turning blindly in my direction. I made sure the blindfold was tight enough that he couldn’t see anything.

“Gods, Mistress!” he groans as I slide the feather lower, tickling around the waistband of his leather trousers. There’s already a bulge in the crotch that lets me know my Paladin enjoys the uncertainty of what I might do to him next.

I flip the feather around and use the other end to scratch his skin. He shivers but doesn’t protest as I use it like a quill to write my name on his broad chest and then lower, on his muscular belly. I like claiming him this way—the red lines linger on his tan skin tantalizingly. And adding a bit of pain to the pleasure has only made him harder, I see, as I look at his crotch.

Deciding I want to see the extent of his arousal, I come around the front of him and cup the long, hard ridge of his cock in one hand.

Alaric groans deep in his throat and thrusts against me, clearly enjoying my touch.

“Mmm, it seems to me that you like the idea of getting fucked, my Paladin,” I purr in his ear as I stroke him. “Do you? Well, do you?” I ask, squeezing him the way Sister Beatrice used to—using the Grip of Correction on his shaft.

“Yes…Mistress,” he grits out, his jaw clenched. His hips buck helplessly as I tease him with this little taste of his past. “Gods, yes—do what you want with me!”

“I will, my Paladin.”

Abruptly, I unfasten his trousers and strip them down, freeing his long, thick cock. It’s harder than I’ve ever seen it and already leaking precum. My pussy clenches around the thick rod inside me at the sight. He wants this—wants to give himself to me. And I want to take him.

“You’re being so good for me,” I purr, taking him in my hand and stroking his thick length. “But I don’t want you to come just yet—you need to hold back for me, my Paladin. Even without the cockring, you have to hold back. Can you do that?”

“I’ll…do my best, Mistress,” he growls, but his hips buck, pumping his cock into my hand.

I lean down and suck the head—just the head—into my mouth as I cup his heavy balls. I swirl the tip of my tongue around the broad crown, tasting the salty flavor of his precum as he groans and writhes in his bonds. But he doesn’t thrust into my mouth—he knows that’s against the rules. I’ll take exactly as much as I want and no more, thank you. Any attempts to fuck my mouth while I’m tasting him results in the end of his pleasure—so I have trained him and he’s very good at obeying by now.

“That’s good, my Paladin,” I praise him, when I rise at last. “You managed not to come while I was sucking and stroking you—very good.”

“You’re driving me fucking crazy, Mistress!” he groans. “I can’t even see what you’re doing to me!”

“Be patient, my Paladin. You’ll know what I’m doing soon enough,” I tell him.

And then I reach for the pot of Opening ointment.

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Alaric

Fuck—I can’t see a damn thing and she’s driving me crazy! My cock is so hard it hurts as she teases me with her tongue and cradles my balls in her hand.

I can’t imagine the picture I make—a tall, muscular man with my trousers stripped down, blindfolded and tied to the black iron whipping frame.

The image in my mind makes me feel so fucking vulnerable…but also so fucking hot. I can feel the Holy Fire rising within me and pouring into the collar around my throat, since my personal reservoir is full at the moment.

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