Page 67 of Tristan
I clench my trembling fists.
Corrik takes one of my fists into one of his large hands.“I am teasing, my heart.I thought this would ease you into our world.You are so fierce; I forget how vulnerable your submissive side can be.I apologize.”
I relax and raise a brow.“Did you just apologize?I might die of shock.”
He runs a hand through my silky hair.“You inspire me.”
“A mere human, inspiring an Elf?I don’t believe it.”
“You must possess all the world’s magic.” He tilts my chin upand we kiss. His soft lips press to mine, his tongue slides in and for an eternity, I’m gone.“Will you kneel for me, my darling?”
It takes me a few breaths to recover from that kiss.“Mmmhmmm,” I murmur. I sink to the pillow.
“Good, boy.”
Good Gods.Why does that affect me so?I growl when he offers food toward me with his hand. Really, Corrik?I’m not sure I like this.
“Eat,” he insists. My stomach groans—I’m too hungry to put up much of a protest, ruled by my hunger as usual. I take the piece of meat from his hand, giving it a try but not without some irritation.
Distracted by annoyance, it’s not until halfway through the meal, I realize my cock is hard. Corrik hasn’t said to kneel any particular way, but already my body has arranged itself to resemble what he taught me over the past two evenings.
My wrists are clasped in each hand behind my back and my toes are tucked beneath me, the toe pads pressed into the ground. Corrik can sense my hard on like a lion senses meat.
The next food from his hand is not easy to come by. He pulls it upward through the air and makes me chase it with my mouth. It’s humiliating, but of course my cock responds by twitching, liking it.Pervy bastard my cock is.I moan when Corrik rubs behind my ear as I finish chewing my prize: the meat I snatched out of the air.
He bends his head down to kiss me hot and teasing then pulls away as I’m left squirming on the pillow, trying to calm my stupid erection. Corrik is smiling. The man never smiles but he does now, and I can see how beautiful he truly is. I suppose I don’t mind eating from a pillow if it can make him that happy. I just wish I didn’t like it so much.
He spends the rest of our breakfast feeding me, but not talking, yet stealing glances at me like he must be secretive about it. He hasn’t said I’m not supposed to talk, but I understand that I’m not. I decide to anyway—I’m a disobedient “pet.”
“There’s no one here. If you wish to look upon my grand beauty, you may.” I pretend I’m the one in charge.
His hand cinches my hair, a physical warning to behave and remind me I’m not the one in charge. “You are a brat, my love. It’s fine now, but I’m practicing.It’s not becoming for one of the royal court to spend too much time staring at his mate, but you fascinate me—I can’t seem to stop looking at you. I can already hear my brother’s lectures.”
His brother, eh? I decide to be more insolent and pursue it. Bravery, fueled by the new comfort that has settled between us, has hold of me this morning. When his grip on my hair relaxes, I get up and move toward him, he pushes his chair out from the table and I straddle myself across his lap. “And what if we did this? What would your brother say?”
He breathes in my scent and sucks at my ear. “He’d say nothing. This would be okay.” His lips smirk against mine. I pull away.
“You can’tlookat me, but I can straddle your lap and fondle you as I please?”
Corrik’s glowing with happiness, I’ve never seen the man smile so much. What is with him this morning?
He nods. “Particular behaviors are expected in each position. Whenever I instruct you to kneel before me, we are both expected to act formally and respect each other accordingly. Once I dismiss you,” he says pointedly because he has not yet dismissed me, “the formal contract is broken. We are free to be open.” I’m sure he can see my spinning thoughts. “Do not worry, D’orhai. I will teach you. We’ll learn together.” He places a soft kiss on my lips.
“Diekin says you and your brother don’t get along.”
Whatever spell he’s under this morning is broken and his smile vanishes. “Diekin often exaggerates,” he says, shaking his head. “But, yes, my brother is often displeased with me.”
“I find that hard to imagine.”
“You won’t have to imagine for long. We are nearly home. Just a few more weeks north after we dock.”
“Home? Corrik, have we reached Mortouge so soon?”
“Soon? We’ve been traveling weeks.”
“Still, it seems like we left yesterday,” I say and as soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize what I’ve said.
“Have I been that entertaining?” Corrik smirks like he’s won the prize of all prizes and he knows I won’t like it.
