Page 59 of The Mourning Throne
If Lex had even asliverof it…
As if on cue, Lex dropped onto the bed behind him. The springs creaked when he bounced.
“I’m gonna hate this, aren’t I?”
Morgan glanced over his shoulder. “Maybe. Maybe not. We’ll see.”
Lex was stillprattling on as Morgan went back to the other room.
“Are you gonna tell me?”
Unzip the suit case.
“I think I’m excited? Should I be excited or… not…”
Ignore Lex.
“Do you care if I put the video on the TV in here?”
Morgan shook his head, chuckling under his breath.
Even if Lex would never be obedient, at least he was perfectly predictable.
Morgan sorted through folded clothes, vinyl pouches, the dull clink of metal shifting inside. It didn’t take long to find what he needed.
Returning to the second bedroom, he perched on the edge of the mattress. The mini wand clicked on with a soft hum.
“Of course there’sfunctionalfucking batteries in it now,” Lex muttered with a snort.
Morgan held out a hand. “Come here.”
Lex climbed into his lap without hesitation. His legs shook as they straddled him, trembling from adrenaline that hadn’t yet found a place to land.
“Face him.”
“Seriously..?” Lex hissed. He glowered at Morgan, lips pulled tight, the flush in his cheeks deepening.
The irritation was cute, but draining.
Lex asked for death, and Morgan gave. But things don’t happen without consequences.
One day—one day—Lex would learn that power always came with balance. That patience was more important than any other virtue.
Maybe.
But Morgan wouldn’t hold his breath.
“You love a distant audience, why not a live one?” Morgan asked, quieter now. “Please don’t make me repeat myself.”
Huffing, Lex twisted—too dramatic. His shoulders knocked into Morgan’s collarbones with more force than necessary.
Morgan pushed the wand between Lex’s thighs, nestled against his cock with ruthless precision.
The first pass made Lex gasp. The sound was sharp, desperate—ripped straight from his throat. He stiffened against Morgan, a full-body shudder running from his shoulders down his spine.
“Morgan, come on… at least let me t-take off my…”
He trailed off, words collapsing into a soft moan when Morgan turned the dial up one notch.
