Page 121 of A Brat's Tale
“Then you must have known he was in the area and that he would seek me out.”
He kisses down my neck. “Yes.”
I get an idea. “Could the same happen with Alrik?”
“It could, but that depends on him, and before you do what you’re thinking don’t. That’s a dangerous game to play with Elves, my love. Only go to him if you want him too.”
“But it could stop a war, Corrik.”
That draws him up short, and he loses his playful edge. “When will you learn you’re not an item to be traded for peace? And yes, I know I’m guilty of it too, but I should not have done that. No one should have.”
“I made a choice too, Corrik.”
“Maybe, but you had little choice. It was more coercion than choice. You could have run off, but that would have made you a traitor to your homeland.”
“I was upset about the marriage, but I also saw the wisdom in it.”
“Fine then, until you can see the wisdom in what I’m saying I forbid you to go to my brother unless it’s foryou. You will not use yourself as a political weapon anymore. No one will. Do you understand me, Tristan?”
“Yes,” I say. “Fine.”
“It’s like that is it?”
“Like whaaa—no! Corrik, put me down.” He slings me over his shoulder and carries me to the bed. It’s annoying as fuck that he can still lift me so easily.
My pants are down too fast and I’m over his knee, squirming and kicking because my arse is set aflame from swat after swat from his hand. He’s a lot more liberal in that department now that I’m Elf, knowing I’ll heal quickly. He makes it count, and it hurts so much more than it used to. My jaw tenses and my face scrunches. “I won’t use myself as a political weapon. I promise!”
He keeps spanking though until I’m sure I won’t be sitting for a week even though I know that’s not a possibility from just his hand. He’d need another kind of implement for that— they make special Elven spanking implements, just for that instance here.
I’m panting heavily and feeling very sorry for myself when he finally stops. “Are you going to behave yourself and obey me?”
“Yes, sir. I won’t do it. I’ll find another way to end the war,” I say with a cheeky grin.
He gives my arse a final whack, and it’s one I can feel the handprint of and then he’s helping me stand up and removing the rest of my clothing. I work on pushing his white jacket off and trace over his hard skin like I always do. “I no longer have to be gentle with you, Tristan. I look forward to being the one to take your Elven virginity too.”
“When, uh, when exactly is that going to happen?” I ask as he pulls me into a hot kiss. With all the comments he made upon seeing me for the first time as Elf, I thought he’d ravage me as soon as we returned home, but he did not. There’s been a lot of these little teasing sessions and I don’t know how he holds back; I am Elf now, I feel the primal urges and they’re intense. I’m not a dominant lover and even I’ve wanted to pin Corrik down and fuck him, or somehow make him fuck me.
He knows. Bastard! “On our wedding night,” he says.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re going to re-enact our first wedding?”
“Sort of. Only I have an addition.” He reaches over to the nightstand on his side to fetch the horrid contraption. It’s a lot like the one I wore at our wedding. “New and improved, for an Elf.”
I take the cock cage from him and inspect it, my cheeks flushing at the sight of it. “Does that bit go inside my cock, Corrik?”
“Yes. This one locks on with magic and if I put it on now, think about how aroused you’ll be by the wedding.”
“Corrik, please. That’s cruel,” I whine. But he knows I won’t refuse him. He’s kind of an adorable sadist, the way he looks like a little boy being told he’s getting a new puppy isn’t something I can resist.
“And yet I find it delicious. We’ll put it on tonight after I’ve taken care of this,” he says referring to my too hard cock, his face smug. “See how nice I am?”
I want to tell him just how nice he’s not, but he doesn’t have to take care of anything, and I know that cheeky boys don’t get orgasms. Plus, I know well I’m not getting any orgasms after a spanking that was not just for fun. There’s a spanking spectrum and while what I just got was not punishment, it was a warning—which is too close to punishment on the said spectrum. “You’re the nicest there is, sir.”
“That’s a good boy,” he says ghosting a hand over my balls and leaning into kiss me again. I whine into his mouth and my cock feels like it might burst.Good boydoes something to me. “Looks like you can be well-behaved when you set your mind to it.”
“I can, sir. I can suck your cock too if you’ll let me.”
Corrik groans. “I want that, I do. But I’m going to wait too.”
