Page 106 of Seducing the Sorcerer
Fenn tried the edge of the sword and found it no sharper than a butter knife. He flexed it, gave it a couple of experimental swishes. Morgrim watched him, wide-eyed.
“You,” Fenn said. “Been most unwise. Could have caused a diplomatic incident, you could. In fact, don’t reckon it’s going too far to say that you—” He peered along the sword as if checking the line “—been a very wicked court sorcerer.”
A look of consternation crossed Morgrim’s face, as well it might. Of course, Fenn was play-acting, but a part of him was in earnest too. Because what if the ambassador had opened the umbrella? What if Fenn hadn’t noticed what was going on? Fenn let his gaze roam up and down Morgrim’s body, appreciatively, but speculatively, as if he was deciding what to do.
Morgrim made a jerky movement with his hand and gripped the edge of the guardroom table for support and Fenn suddenly knew exactly what he wanted to do. Although, he was still a bit curious about what this umbrella actually did.
“However,” Fenn went on, “I’m in a good mood, because everyone’s going home soon and I’m going to have you to myself again. To do what I want with for weeks and weeks and weeks. So, I’m going to give you a choice. Ain’t that generous of me, eh?”
Morgrim opened his mouth but no sound came out. He swallowed.
“Aye. You can choose. Between opening the umbrella. Or—” Fenn paused, as if thinking. He knew exactly what he was going to say and maybe so did Morgrim, but the pleasure of having Morgrim waiting breathlessly was too good to pass up. “—me giving you a right good spanking with the flat of this sword.”
Morgrim bit his lip, flustered, but eventually, he said, “I...um...pick the second option.”
The length of time he’d taken to choose was interesting. Perhaps tomorrow Fenn would get Morgrim to open the umbrella and no choice given, but all he said was, “Do you? And is that how you ask?”
Morgrim added, cautiously, “Please?”
“Better. But I want to hear it in a sentence. And no ‘second options’. What is it you want?”
“A...” Morgrim looked away from him. “A spanking. Please.”
“Call that a sentence? And look at me when you speak to me.”
Fenn took a couple of swift paces to bring himself chest to chest with Morgrim, shoving him against the edge of the table. He grabbed Morgrim’s cock through his clothes. Morgrim gasped and grabbed at his shoulders. Fenn ground against him, letting him feel that he was hard, and squeezing.
Then he took his hand away and put it under Morgrim’s chin, lifting his head so they were eye to eye.
“Well? Say it.”
“I...” Morgrim’s voice wavered. “...want a spanking, please.” He swallowed, and added, “But, Fenn, maybe not too hard? I mean, I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before.”
“Just thought about it, eh?”
“Yes.”
“A lot?”
“Gods. Quite a lot, over the years. If you must know.”
“I must. Because I’m going to find out everything about you. Everything that makes you squirm and twitch and plead and come.” As he spoke, Fenn was seeking out the concealed buttons of Morgrim’s robe, undoing them. “Going to ride you like I would a horse. And that don’t necessarily mean hard and fast. Not to me. Because I’m a groom. And you know what that means? Speed’s nothing to me. What I want is control.” Morgrim whimpered, so Fenn repeated the word. “Aye. Control. Perfect control, that’s what I want, over the most beautiful man in the world. That’s you, see? So, don’t worry. Ain’t going to spoil this with anything you can’t take. You’re too fine for that. I’ll give you just enough so you know who’s the master here. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now get the rest of your clothes off. I’m going to get that oil. When I come back, I want you naked, bent over with your hands on the edge of this table. Understand?”
“What if someone comes?”
“Won’t happen. Door’s barred. Ain’t nobody coming to help you. So, you better hurry, because it won’t take me but a second to get that oil from the tack room, and if you ain’t how I want you when I get back, there’ll be trouble.”
When Fenn got back a couple of minutes later, the sight that greeted him was perfection. Morgrim had followed his instructions to the letter, presenting his arse and legs and beautiful naked back. He was trembling and already breathing hard. Fenn stepped close and could see that the wait had clearly been part of the fun. It had for Fenn as well. He was aching with desire. The temptation to fuck Morgrim right now was immense. And Fenn could do that: fuck Morgrim, but not let him come, then spank him, then...
Ah, but better to keep it simple this first time.
He said, in Morgrim’s ear, “Very good. You look perfect like that. Suits you.”
Then Fenn stood back and picked up the sword. Morgrim flinched and winced and clutched at the edge of the table. Fenn grinned and instead ran the flat tip of the sword up the inside of Morgrim’s thigh. Morgrim gave a stifled yelp and started as violently as if Fenn had actually hit him.
