Page 78 of What Fury Brings
When the door opened, his muscles went taut, and his cock started to move. Gods, he couldn’t even see her yet. How was she doing this?
“Good evening, Prince,” she said from behind him.
Her voice sent a shiver through him, and he was already half-hard. He absolutely shouldn’t be. Not trussed up like a pig hung to dry.
“Why am I chained to the ceiling?” he asked, silently applauding himself for his calm tone. She couldn’t see his cock yet. Had no idea the effect she had on him.
“It’ll be better this way.”
“For you, you mean?”
“For us both.”
“I think the bed would be much more comfortable for a cocksucking.”
“Who said anything about a cocksucking?”
So she would use her hands. The knowledge heated his skin. Yes, he wanted her hands on him. Wanted it right now.
There was a scraping against the floor as she moved something. Furniture? He managed to turn enough to see a small table. There was a pot on top, a lid hiding its contents.
“What is that?”
“Again with the questions. You still have so much for me to teach you, Prince.”
That drew a laugh from him. “Of the two of us, only I have had sexual relations. I should think you would have questions for me.”
“I would wager that I know how your body works far better than you do.”
“Unlikely,” he breathed back in response.
“We teach our people anatomy and physiology from the time they are children. My understanding is that all sexual experiences in your kingdom are only experienced firsthand, which I imagine leads to many disappointing encounters.”
“And how are these things taught?” he asked.
“During the teen years, with books, both fiction and nonfiction. With diagrams and detailed descriptions in the classroom. And women are allowed to observe at the brothels should they choose.”
His breath hiked up. “You’re voyeurs,” he said, though the thought of her watching others in the act also excited him. The fact that she knew what to do pleased him. He wouldn’t have to talk her through how to touch him.
“Call it what you like, Prince, but some people like to be watched. Now, before I begin, I need your consent. Do I have it?”
He let his head drift forward.
“I’m afraid I’m going to need verbal assent, Andrastus.”
He clenched his teeth. “Prince.”
“What?”
“While we do this. Call me Prince, rather than by my name.” It shouldn’t have mattered. He’d listened to her call him Andrastus dozens of times by now.
But right now, he didn’t want to hear his brother’s name.
There was a silence. “As you like, but I’m going to insist that you call me by my name. You’ve never said it when talking to me. Not once. Now tell me that you want this and use my name.”
His next breath released on a shudder. “I want this, Olerra.”
She hummed from behind him, much closer now. “I like the way that sounds on your lips. Will you scream it when I make you come?”
