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“What is it you require, Bayaden? I’m tired.” I move over to the bed and take a seat next to his feet as I normally do.
“Too bad. Undress.”
I sigh loudly so he’ll know how put out I am but remove the light pants that are my only clothes. He motions me toward the headboard. “Lie back.”
My cock is already hard at his words, the order soothes me, but it’s not enough. I need the discipline Andothair gives me to dissolve my guilt over doing these things with Bayaden, long enough so I can do these things with Bayaden. It’s a fucked-up cycle, I know, but here I am.
I watch him pour lubricant onto his long fingers. I hiss when he slathers it onto my cock and my desire takes over. “I didn’t take care of you earlier.”
“You needn’t bother, Highness,” I force myself to say, but it feels magnificent. He strokes his hand up and down, rolling theforeskin of my shaft over the head, the lubricant thick and slippery.
“That’s it, Tristan. Remain still. I am in control of your cock. Keep your hips down. Yes.”
“Please, Baya …Please…” I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop or continue. His hand feels itchy in a wonderful way and a burn builds down my groin and up my cock, then his other hand is fondling my balls.
“Do you like that, Tristan?”
“Yeesss.” There’s no denying I do and the shame I feel because I do is there alongside my impending orgasm, the shame increasing the ache in my cock. I feel a finger at my entrance as his hand releases my balls and spread my legs wider to accommodate whatever thing he’ll do. His finger doesn’t enter all at once, he slips it in, only to the first knuckle then slips it out again, gathering more lubricant. His other hand is still stroking my cock slowly. If I’d only known the lovely sexual tortures of Elves sooner, I may have begged Corrik to take me with him the first day we laid eyes on each other.
Yes, I still think of him, especially during sex, but not too often—it hurts to think of Corrik. Because it doesn’t matter that he is alive, I’ll never see him again. I’ll never get to tell him what I should have long before now. About how I can no longer dream, but relive the short time we had together, every night as I fall asleep. I fought having any sort of a connection with Corrik, but we did on a level I’m only beginning to understand by being away from him.
I’ll die in Bayaden’s bed, a human, still dreaming of my days with Corrik.
But I’m not so maudlin as to continue this line of thought while I’ve got Bayaden’s finger inside my arse and one hand on my cock—if this is my life now, I’ll enjoy it, whatever it will be.
“I know you want more, Tristan, you have but to ask.”
“Please Bayaden.”
“That’s right—Bayaden. I am yourMasternow. Say it.”
“You are my Master now.” I’ll say whatever he wants me to say,he is the fool if he believes my words.
I don’t know if he believes me, but he adds another finger. I place the soles of my feet flat on the bed and spread wider to give him more room. It’s driving me mad not to move and I strain with the effort of keeping my body still. “Gods, Bayaden! Fuck me please.”
“As you wish.”
He takes his hands away, but I’m only bereft for a short moment and his large cock is slamming into me. Bayaden is a rough lover, always. He enjoys the rawness of sex, the animalistic side. I can see the animal in his eyes as he takes me, his hands become claws down my back, the pain soars to another level and takes me to a greater sexual high. He does the things that I know Corrik wanted to do, but didn’t, afraid it would scare me away from him. Bayaden has no such worry. He simply takes what he wants and the Gods help me, I enjoy it.
His lips are on mine and I freeze. He’s never kissed me quite like this before. I see little option, but to kiss him back like I don’t notice the change, and his hand is wild in my hair as his cock continues to fuck into me over and over. I’ll be sore tomorrow. I usually am. He’s unforgiving, angry, and possessive, yet somehow those feelings have transformed into caring. Bayaden cares about me.How could that have happened?
“Come, Tristan. Come for me,” he says, as he rakes his nails down my back again. The pain spikes my arousal and I do come in white, hot spurts all over my stomach and his. He still pounds his cock into me with sure, steady strokes and releases his seed into me as he lays me back on the bed and finishes off inside me before he collapses on top of me.
I don’t know why I do it, but I bring my arms around him and move the hair from his eyes gently. He’s still inside me, his cock still hard—Elves have stamina like I’ve never seen—come is leaking out from around his cock in my arse as he stares off at the wall, his head on my chest. I continue to run my hands through his hair, and I realize,fuck. Somehow, I’ve come to care about Bayaden too. He may bean arrogant prat, but he’s not a terrible creature. He’s acting as he thinks he’s meant to; he’s got a moral duty to his father, brother, and to his kingdom. I understand well, and put in his position, I’d do exactly as he has done. I can feel the weight of that duty upon him, and I allow him to let it go for the moment and put it on me.
We spend long moments locked together until he kneels up again, renewed. He slides a hand through my short hair and brings his face close to mine, pulling me into a long, slow kiss. His kisses are unlike how he fucks me—the complete opposite. They’re gentle and tender and say what’s in his heart.
“I need you again, Tristan.”
CHAPTER 21
Corrik is alive.
I wake up tired, having got no sleep last night. Bayaden kept me in his bed and when I tried to slide off in the night, he thought I was waking him for more sex and proceeded to put his cock into my sore arse for the seventh time. Or was it the eighth? I don’t know, I lost track. Look, it was a lot, okay?
What I do know is that if he approaches me one more time, I’ll either slit his throat or die trying. I feel his fingers brushing across my skin and his voice is just as smooth. “Wake up, Tristan.”
He is the only one that calls me just Tristan here. “What? I swear to theGodsBayaden.”
