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"No, Corrik,” I say as I have all night. It feels like a meditation after kneeling for so long, with nothing to focus on but the floor and the sharp pain on my skin from Corrik’s riding crop. I’ve entered a new state. I like it. It’s calming and I’m crazy aroused.
"Apologize, return to your position, and I will let it goifI like your apology.”
If he likes it?What’s that supposed to mean? I'm not sure how to make him like it. I resign to feeling the sting of his evil little stick again. I bow as low as I can, forehead to the floor. "I'm sorry, Corrik. Please forgive me?" I don't look up and leave my back open for whatever he decides to give it. I'm still feeling that slight euphoria, just this side of awareness.
"Acceptable, but I want you to work on that or it will be five lashes next time, in a place of my choosing."
A shiver runs straight to my cock when he says that. I've gone from anger and resentment, to captivated by his every word and movement. My cock strains and I hope he will say more things like that. Whatever’s he’s done to me this evening, I like it.
"Yes Corrik," I say without thinking. I can feel pleasure leak off him.
He crouches over me and cards his fingers through my long, black hair like I’m a treasured pet. "Very, good. You were made for this, Tristan.” He presses a kiss to the back of my neck. "Go to bed, my love. I will see you in the morning."
CHAPTER 17
Corrik doesn't return. I miss him and I'm getting serious cabin fever, but once again there is a note.
Tristan.
Do not leave this room. Be ready for me after dinner.
Corrik
I crumple it up and toss it into the fire. I'm no fool. I know what‘”be ready for me,”means.He wants me ready and kneeling like last night. That was exhilarating.That I’d do again.
But I can take no more of this confinement.
Etched into my mind is “the Corrik” from last night and my body feels inclined to obey him. The only protest I dare is lazing about for the first part of the day, instead of working from Cupper’s book. I eat and I stare out the window, but eventually become so bored, I read another seven chapters.
Finally, it’s after dinner. I look to the door like he’ll come in anymoment, but return my eyes to the ground quickly, in case he should catch me with my eyes up. I’m shirtless and kneeling as before, in front of the fire, but facing the armchair he sat in the night before. My head is bowed, and I’ve picked a spot on the floor to look at. I’ve made a few extra enhancements to my person with the hopes of inviting him into sex. I brushed my hair to silk and massaged a lotion onto my body that makes me smell like a summer’s day—a fearsome summer’s day.I may have spent most of my life chaste, but in the short time I’ve been with Corrik, I’ve gotten used to being relieved every night. My cock hurts and is already straining at the thought of kneeling while he watches over me with those menacing eyes and hungry teeth.
I hear when he arrives, but I don’t look up. I don’t need to. His energy surrounds me. His black boots stop before me, and I catch the hem of the long black jacket he wore last night—I can smell the leather.
“Have you any idea how much I want you? Especially when you kneel like this?”
I hope it’s enough to fuck me.
“I intend to have you, but not until we finish the night’s lesson.”
Lesson? Is that what all this is?
“After that, I intend to ram my cock into your pretty little mouth.” He snaps himself away from me and sits in the armchair once again. His words make my cock ache more than before and send a warm buzz to my groin. I can’t see if he’s brought the riding crop or some other weapon of torture, but I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.
“Your posture is good, but I want your hands behind your back tonight.”
I move to do his bidding as he instructs. “Clasp your hands together with fingers interlaced—yes like that—arms straight, no bend in the elbow. Yes. Good.”
I feel like a pretty trophy on display and wonder at the point of all this. I don’t like being treated as a pampered doll, but this is different. This I like. I like his eyes on me the way they are now. I like being here for his pleasure if he chooses it or as nothing more thansomething to toy with if that’s all he desires. My cock likes it very much and my breath quickens.
He’s quiet again, like he was last night. I know if I say anything, he’ll whack me with the crop I know he’s hiding somewhere, and my skin is still sore to the touch from last night’s administrations. More than that, I’m hoping for some of the same kind of praise I received last night when I complied with his instruction.
I wait patiently in my position until my muscles ache. This isn’t an easy position to hold. My toes feel like they will break from the weight of me, and my thighs burn. All the muscles in my back scream around the same time my shoulders do and drops of sweat form at my brow. I think of other things.What is Lucca doing at this very moment?I smile thinking that he’s most likely entertaining a “guest” or “guests” as is the usual case with him. He didn’t seem to care—male or female—he’s had plenty of both. I sometimes wonder what it would’ve been like to be with a woman, but I’ve always held a stronger attraction to men. Lucca hinted on our last day together that he preferred men too. Will he end up with a man? Or will a woman capture his heart? I guess I’ll never know.
My thoughts swim in that direction for a while. I don’t feel as sad as I once did about never seeing my family again. I’ll always miss them, of course, and feel fondly for them, but Papa taught me not to linger in the past for too long. He said it could consume a person, trap them there and never allow them to step foot into their future.
It’s high time for me to put his wisdom to good use. My life is in Mortouge as an Elf and as husband to the insane Elf that has me kneeling before him. He mentioned my “pretty little mouth.” I hope he’ll use it soon.
“In moments like these it’s hard to believe you’ve had no training at all. Well, no formal training at least.” He reaches out to stroke my long hair; he seems to be thinking something over.
