Page 75 of Boundless
She slapped one of his flanks, clucking her tongue. "Don't pout, pet," she chided, her free hand cupping his balls and tugging them gently away from his body. "You're mine, now. And that means you only come when I say you do." His eyes watered with more tears, these of frustration, but he nodded, fighting for calm. He was driven to please her—always, to please her.
"Y-yes, Mistress," he whispered, gasping when her hand left his tender balls to stroke his length. Her pace was maddening, far too slow to have any hope of letting him come, and he tried to fuck up into her tight fist to relieve some of the pressure. But as soon as his hips twitched her hand was gone, leaving him bereft and sobbing. "Why?" he managed to choke out.
"You're not listening, pet," she growled, her fingers in his ass pressing more insistently at his prostate, making pleasure surge through his achingly hard, neglected cock. "And bad pets don't get to come."
The tears flowed freely from his hot, itchy eyes now, but he knew she was right. He'd wanted her to take control, to take everything, but he wasn't really doing that yet, was he? He was still clinging to scraps, trying to take matters into his own hands in small ways. Small, but they counted.
He took a deep, shuddering breath, focusing on her touches, on the warm weight of her sitting between his spread thighs, and he forced himself to relax fully into the bed. He stopped fighting his bonds, stopped trying to goad her into touching him more, and just surrendered. Panic spiked, his animal brain hating how vulnerable he was, but her touch on his thigh, gently stroking, grounded him, reminded him that this wasn't just anyone he was giving his body to: it was Daega, his wife, the mother of his child, the most beautiful and stunning love of his life.
"There you are, pet," she praised him, "You give itallto me, and I'll make sure you want for nothing, aye?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Look at you. You're beautiful, Lenlethael. My beautiful, perfect pet." She pressed a kiss to his belly, just to the side of where his cock rested, leaking precum all over his skin. He was crying again, his lip wobbling despite his best efforts, but it feltgood, it feltright, and he thought he might die if she stopped now.
Her fingers started pumping into him again, her touch slow and deliberate, her tongue returning to his painfully hard prick and wetting his length thoroughly. He forced his hips to stay still, his hands twisting to clutch at the scarves holding him in place instead. Daega hummed in satisfaction, some of the vibration traveling through her tongue to add another incredible layer of sensation, and he cried out, back arching. His sac felt heavy and overfull now, his orgasm rippling down his spine, when she backed off again.
But this time he didn't protest. He didn't let himself whine. He gave himself over to her will, allowing her to make this choice for him, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to his body, because his trust in her was absolute. Daega would take care of him, she'd treat him well and make him feel so, so good, and by keeping that in mind he found the strength to let that last scrap of control go.
Peace settled over him, despite the way his body was wound up tight enough to snap, and when she started pleasuring him again, he just let himself feel it, to flow along with the sensations of his body and not worry about what sensations might come next. He was utterly in the now, and it was everything.
He lost track of how many times she brought him to the edge only to ease away. But at length her hands left his body and slid up, caressing his sweat-soaked, oversensitive flesh, her mouth peppering him with sweet kisses at the same time. Then she was removing his blindfold, cupping his face in her huge hands and swiping her thumbs over his cheeks in a gentle caress.
Her eyes were bright and intense on his, drawing him down into the depths of those dark pools. "You are loved, Lenlethael," she told him, his chest aching with feeling. "You are precious to me. I will do anything and everything to care for you and keep you safe. To make you happy."
He was crying again, unable to speak, but a wide smile stole over his lips, and he nodded, trying to tell her with his eyes that he believed her, appreciated her, that he loved her, too. She leaned in to kiss him, her lips and tongue painting her love into his skin, reminding him with every electrifying stroke that he was hers, and she loved him.
She kissed him once more, lingering, then sat up and grabbed his cock at the root, stroking him twice before angling him up so he notched at her entrance. He held his breath, his eyes watching her big body as she sank onto him with a groan. Her head fell back, exposing the column of her throat.
"Fuck, Len, you feel so good," she breathed, beginning to work herself on his sensitive cock. "So perfect."
She leaned forward, one hand spread over his chest between his small breasts, the other next to his head, her face close enough that her breath fanned over his cheeks. She whispered an endless string of praise in between frantic kisses, the pace of her hips brutal, punishing, and incredible. He sank deeper into the sensations, deeper intoher, wishing he could stay in this moment for the rest of his life.
But then her hand on his chest slid up, fingers wrapping around his throat and squeezing at the sides. It was barely more pressure than if she'd just rested her hand on him, his breaths still free and easy, but it affected him greatly. Before he could even grasp what was happening, he was coming, his balls wrenching up tight and his cock shooting so hard into Daega's tight heat that he felt lightheaded. His orgasm went on for forever, Daega's strong body wringing every drop of his release from him, draining him of everything he had, but he was still trembling and clenching, his hips rocking up into her helplessly.
His breaths were little more than weak pants by the time it was over, his vision starred at the edges and his head swimming. He realized dimly that he'd been untied, his limbs prickling as they awoke and regained feeling. He was being wrapped up in a blanket, and then he was being held close, Daega's hands and lips caressing every part of him that they could reach.
"I love you, Len," she was saying, "I love you so damned much." He let out a shuddering sigh, burrowing closer, letting her guide him back into himself. But he was safe, he was whole, and he was loved—that was all that mattered now. All of the dark things trying to drag him down were long gone, washed away in the downpour of Daega's love.
He was safe, secure and untouchable in her arms, and it let the fetid words rotting away inside him finally knock loose and tumble out.
"I killed him," he whispered, hoping she heard him.
Daega held him closer, her hand warm and soothing where it trailed up and down his spine. "Your da?" she asked quietly, rubbing her cheek against the top of his head.
"Yes. I—I s-stopped his heart. In his chest. I u-used my magic t-to..." He shuddered, swallowing down the bitterness of bile. "Am I a monster?"
"No.Hewas the monster. Normally I'd hem and haw and say there's no true evil in the world, but your father changed my mind on that." Her hands tightened on him, her claws just pricking his skin. "The things he did you weremonstrous. I know you, and I know that you would have done anything to avoid killing him, even if he hurt you. He got your back up against the wall and gave you no other choice. I know that to be as true as I know my own name."
He sobbed into her throat, pressing his face there as emotion overcame him. "I w-wish I didn't h-have to," he admitted, clinging to her. "I wish I c-could have s-saved him. Could have made him s-see reason."
"I know, sweet. I wish you could have, too. Foryoursake." He burrowed closer against her, trembling uncontrollably. "But it's done now, and for what it's worth, I think you made the right call. For you and for all the realm."
"H-he wanted war. He wanted you and Drokas and your family to—to go away."
Her chest rumbled in a low growl, shivering into his skin on hers, but she was quiet. "Then I thank all the gods you did what you did, Len," she said at last. "And I only wish I could have helped."
He chuckled, something about the pure murder in his gentle wife's voice as she held him tenderly tickling him despite himself. "N-next time I have a m-murderous relative who needs killing I-I'll be sure to bring you in on it."
