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My pain—he wants my pain. He gave me what I needed and now he’s taking what he needs. “You said you would never force me into sex.”
“If you truly do not want this, say stop and I’ll let you go … but I don’t think you want me to stop—I think you want me tomakeyou, am I right?”
His words stun me for a second because he’s right—I do want him to make me. I nod a small nod.
“Come then, it would please me greatly.”
I want to please him. There’s nothing better. I climb over top of him on the bed and kneel to either side of him as he backs up against the headboard. His hands are gentle, but my cheeks still hurt when he pries them apart. When I slide down over his cock, the burn is intense—but I like it. My cock is just as hard as his looks. We share a look that is intense and meaningful before I slam down hard and begin to ride him and am lulled by the sound of skin slapping on skin. I push my hands through his long gold hair as he pushes up and presses his cock all the way inside me. I’m on top, but he’s in charge.
There’s heat, we’re sweating, and our bodies slip and slide against one another as he claims me from below. He sucks my left nipple hard, and I cry out at the pain, so much pain all at once. Pain in my arse cheeks, pain from my nipple, and then Corrik’s hand grabs my cock, and all thinking is gone. It’s slick with lubricant and I fuck his hand as I ride him. The sensations overcome me, and I beg him, “Please…please… May I come, Corrik?” I’m used to having his permission in things—it feels right I should ask him this.
“Come for me, sweet boy.”
I do—all over his stomach—and at the same time he comes inside me. We end in a kiss.
Corrik takes the time to clean us both and then wraps me in his arms, spooning me from behind. “Can you talk now, D’orhai?”
I nod because somehow, I can. As if all of what I just went through, including the spanking, released what I was holding onto. “I’m like him, Corrik. No one told me.”It’s no one’s place to tell Tristan who he is. He must learn for himself.Father was right. I need to explore this on my own, but now that I’m on the path to self-discovery, I wish I had Papa to talk to about this.
“I assume you refer to your papa?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“I’m a Dominant, D’orhai. We sense these things from miles away.”
“Have you ever been wrong?”
“Not in all my years and being an Elf, I’m exceptionally good at knowing. We are taught to see and acknowledge these things from very small. But back to you—you feel better now, yes?”
“I do, butwhy,Corrik? Why doesthathelp me?”
“Does it have to make sense? Can’t it be enough that it does?”
“I suppose it will have to be—at least for now—but I’ve never felt quite this way before, like I’m out of control inside.”
“You did, but you’ve had your father to help you—you just didn’t know he was doing it. He is an exceptional Dominant and you need someone who is quite strict—at least at times. He helped you before you knew you were out of sorts. He was able to do that because he’s known you since birth. We’ve only just begun to know each other—we’re learning. In time I will come to anticipate your needs.
“What you feel in this regard will be more intense than it ever was. I will bring out your submissive nature as much as you’ll bring out my dominant nature. I almost couldn’t contain myself on our wedding night, my need to dominate you was strong—I wanted to see my marks on your body; I didn’t like anyone touching or being near you.”
It’s a big admission. I think on what he’s said. I’m also beginning to understand why it would have been difficult for him to explain allof this without some kind of experience for me to draw from. Even now as I’m in it, it’s hard. On our wedding night I would have been lost. “What will that be like Corrik? When you mark me—no wait—I already know what you’ll say.”
“Oh really? Have I become predictable already?”
“You’ll say,‘learn by experience’and I’ll roll my eyes when you’re not looking.”
He laughs. “You should ask Diekin about it. I won’t force you, but I highly suggest you do.”
I nod, perhaps I will. “What?” I ask when I see he’s still staring at me.
“You were right to speak up to me about your tattoo,” he says as he caresses it lovingly. “It is ‘you’ to me now. I can’t imagine you without it.”
I’m touched and don’t know what to say in return—that means more to me than anything he’s said or done so far. It’s him accepting me for me, a warrior by skill and by blood. I smile, but then my stomach growls.
“I’ve never heard a stomach growl as often or as loudly as yours,” he says, pulling me off the bed and handing me my clothes. “Come. We’d better get you something before your stomach eats itself.”
CHAPTER 12
“Does Corrik know you’re out here all by yourself, young Warlord?” Diekin says, amusement leaking through his words. He won’t stop calling me that and I’ve grown tired of arguing with him over it, so I let it go.
