Page 101 of A Brat's Tale
Corrik feeds me as I kneel at his feet at the breakfast table. In this position, and under these circumstances, we’re not allowed to look at each other but like on the ship when he attempted to teach me, I catch him casting furtive glances my way (because I’m also breaking therules). “Corrik,” the king scolds. “I know he’s pretty, but you know better. Keep your eyes off him.”
Corrik shifts uncomfortably. “Yes, Father.”
The king smiles though, I think he likes our not-so-covert flirting even if we’re breaking the rules. We are semi-formal today anyway which means he can allow some leniencies. I have no doubt Corrik would be the one to scold me were this a formal event—I swear, he lives to scold me.
Corrik opts to feed me, rather than invite me onto his lap, which he’s allowed to do. It’s about position and timing of the position within a given meal. Any Master or Top may invite their person up to their lap or to the table at any time during in the meal so long as the host has finished whatever order of business that needed taking care of.
In this case, the king is the default host. Role of host during a family meal goes to whomever at the table holds the most authority. The host also determines the formality of the meal. Thus far, the king has ranged from casual to semi-formal when I’ve been in attendance. Corrik’s shared with me that his father is not one to have formal meals often, reserving formalities only for particular guests.
Alrik, however, is another story. He prefers formal meals and when he’s the host that’s how it goes. There are the standard rules, and the host will announce if there are any additional rules—Alrik always has additional rules. I want to roll my eyes at him just thinking about it.
Once Corrik and I have had enough to eat, he pulls me up to his lap facing the table. By this point my cock is hard. The idea of kneeling before this many people, even with the others who are also kneeling, is humbling enough my body buzzes with arousal. Corrik teases me, dragging one finger along my balls and up my cock. I glimpse to the room, which means not all my focus is on Corrik where it should be.
“Kathir,” he says. “Don’t worry about them, worry about me.”
That only makes it worse for my cock. “Sorry, sir.”
“You will be. I’m counting that toward your total.”
“Total?”
He smirks. “I know of your grand performances for Strobavik. You’re good at this. Do well and I’ll reward you, fuck up and I’ll punish you.”
Devious bastard Elf! He did his homework. “Yes, sir.”
Two can play at this game though. He wants obedience? I can be super obedient. I want a reward just as much as he’d like to punish me. I’m not giving him an easy excuse.
And so it begins.
I don’t imagine he’ll make it easy for me either if he’s aware of just how good I have been with Strobavik. Originally, I was attempting to meet Alrik’s standards, and that was altogether more serious. It’s not that this isn’t, it’s just as much about control and dominance, but Corrik and I have another side to us. I’m used to slipping into our playful banter which will be counted against me today so I’ve got to remain aware.
I focus on him but I’m distracted with the others around us, and the smug bastard knows it. Three fingers graze my cock, my hips buck forward and it requires demanding effort not to check to see if others are watching. Of course, the Tops have more liberties, they can watch what Corrik does to me and we can show off. Perhaps not with this particular crowd, they’re family and less likely to want to watch what Corrik will do to me, but if there were guests, they’d be able to see and to watch at their leisure.
I can’t help thinking things like,what will they think of my reactions?
I remember belatedly, reactions aren’t always wanted but Corrik hasn’t said they were unwelcome, nor has he scolded me for them. Just in case, I mute whatever I’d like to do. When he strokes my cock under the table, I hiss into his ear rather than cry out and when he circles my entrance with his finger, I don’t move but I do look into his eyes and smile.
Eventually, the edges of the world blur and Corrik is all I see. “You’re doing well, my Tristan. Keep this up and I’ll hardly get to spank you at all.”
Corrik’s purpose in life.
When he’s done teasing me and breakfast is over, he leads me by leash out of the dining hall. I hope we’ll head back to our chambers so Corrik can ravish me but that is not to be. “I think we’ll go for a walk,” he says as if it’s an innocent idea. “You’ll keep your eyes on me. From this point forward, you won’t speak without my permission, understood?”
“I understand, sir.” He’s throwing me a curveball—Strobavik and I couldn’t practice this because I couldn’t leave the room and he hasn’t called me for any lessons yet. But how hard can it be? I’ll show him.
I keep my eyes to him as we walk through the halls with me naked save my white leather collar and my apprentice’s cuff, him fully clothed—this deepens the chasm of power exchange between us. Such a simple act makes a difference, and it keeps me in that floaty place known as subspace.
At least I have my hair to surround me. I stick my chest out and focus on Corrik as my bare feet pad along the smooth marble of the palace hallways. It’s warm in the palace but still cold outside—it’s always cold here, I miss the heat of the sun. I feel the burn of many eyes on me and I flush with embarrassment, my cock remains hard.
I work to please him. My arms are behind my back, clasped at the wrists, my eyes to Corrik’s back, keeping pace so that I’m two steps behind and the leash never goes taut. I’m kinda hoping we don’t bump into anyone I know. The world sharpens again and I lose my grip on subspace. “How are you doing back there, my Tristan?”
I’m sure if I told him I was cold—which I’m not—he’d give me his jacket and I would be clothed, but I want to give him this. I take a moment to appreciate how the large Elf towers over me, his blond hair flows over his shoulders to the thick of his thighs, his violet eyes glow and I know how happy he is to show me off. “Splendid, sir.”
“Tristan.” He can tell I’m being cheeky.
I smile. “Will that be added to my tab, sir?”
“What do you think?”
