Page 32 of A Brat's Tale
He pulls out a soft flogger. He’s intent on being gentle today—not that the tails don’t hurt, they sting against the places he’s bitten me—showing me a kind of worship. The flogger licks over my body, raising the skin in a pleasant way, still bringing enough pain to keep me interested, otherwise it would be too much of a snooze.
I arch and move with his continued whacks, tugging at my bonds wanting him to stop and keep going at the same time. Sweat drips off me and marks form from pulling on the wrist straps too tightly.
Finally, Bayaden can’t take it anymore either, which is not like him. Usually, the large Elf can tease me into the seventh realm of hell for hours. But already, he’s lining his cock up with me and sliding in. “Put your legs around me.”
Starting slow, he slides in and out, picking up speed as I cling onto him with my thighs, my legs still tied. Using what little leverage I have, I pull him to me as he starts to pound hard, and it’s a good thing I’m tied to this bench and have straps to grip, or I’d fall off. Bayaden’s at full force, lost to lust, his sharp teeth glinting.
He’s a sight to behold when he’s like this; I crane my neck to watchhis massive body heaving and his strong arms flexing to hold the weight of my hips since I can’t take the full weight with the way my legs are tied. I love the way his long hair flies and whips with his movements.
He’s magnificent.
Everything builds, all the sensations together; the hot skin, the bruised flesh, Baya’s cock against my prostate. My cock is leaking. “Baya,Baya.Sir.Please.Pleasesay I can come.”
His dark eyes get darker as he bites and licks his lips. “Come, my Tristan.”
I come hard and have to pull on the straps as my back arches like a wheel, Baya maintaining his grip on my thighs so he can keep me linked to him and his cock inside me. He moans in ecstasy as he releases inside me and then collapses on top of me.
I’m spent, far away on the floaty clouds of subspace as he unties me, and it barely registers that I’m free and he’s carrying me (bridal style this time) back to his chambers. I realize I’m on his bed when he nudges me to drink water. “You passed out,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “That’s what you get for doing that to me after training.”
“You enjoyed yourself, don’t deny it.”
I beam at him. “I did.”
He feeds me fruit and we lie together a long time—not our usual. He has food brought up for dinner rather than having me go get it—and it reminds me that something’s up. Horrible as I may be at my job, that’s still my job.
I continue to avoid the topic knowing it’s something I don’t want to hear. I remember something I wanted to ask him earlier. “Will you want me when I’m old and grey?”
The creases of his eyes constrict. “What kind of a question is that?”
“I’m not going to become Elf, I’ll get old and die while you preserve your gorgeous luster.”
“I am gorgeous.”
I whack him. “Answer the question.”
“I will always want you. Even if you grow spots, or all your hair falls out.”
I grab my hair like it’s about to fall out now. “No. It’s short enough as it is. You can’t let that happen. Can’t you do some kind of Elven voodoo to make it stay?”
He tilts his head. “You miss this don’t you?” He cards a hand through it.
“I do. I loved my hair as much as I love Markaytia.”
“That’s a lot.” He pauses. “Speaking of things you love, do you still love Corrik?”
And there it is. The question that’s been building. The Corrik box was opened and he won’t be denied any longer, it’s a breathing, living thing that wants to know. My stomach tightens. “I love him. I’m sorry. But it doesn’t detract from what I feel about you.”
It really doesn’t. In the same way a Mother loves all her children, I love Corrik and Bayaden the same. The relationships are not the same, but the amount of love is.
“Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not.”
“You’ve destroyed many things being upset about my love for Corrik, including my arse.”
“I know. But in my defense only when I was aroused.” Aroused Elves can be territorial. “I’ve remembered I’m an Elf and we Elves are polyamorous creatures. You can love us both.”
