Page 36 of Shadowbound

However, my Paladin is no rapist—he respects the boundaries I’ve set for him, even though massaging my naked body has made his cock rigid with need. Thinking of this makes me decide that he does deserve a reward after all.

I let him dress me in a purple silk robe and crotchless panties to match and then lead him into the bed chamber.

He frowns when he looks at the bed.

“Am I sleeping on the floor tonight?”

I have considered this long and hard. I really shouldn’t let him sleep with me, but to be fair, he’s too big for the trundle bed. I can’t let him hold me like he did last night every night, though. That will strengthen the bond between us too much—like taking his blood would. Happily, I have come up with a compromise.

“No—you may sleep at the foot of my bed,” I tell him. “You’ll sleep at my feet—you should be more comfortable there.”

“Not as comfortable as I’d be if I could hold you,” he points out. “Didn’t you like the way we slept last night? All curled up together?”

There’s a longing in his deep voice that’s hard to ignore. It reminds me again that he’s starved for touch after almost an entire lifetime of being literally untouchable to the people around him.

“If you’re very good, I’ll let you hold me for awhile,” I tell him. “But when it’s time to sleep, you must move.”

“All right. I mean, yes, Mistress,” he nods eagerly. “Are we going to bed now?”

“Not quite yet.” I give him a smile. “You’ve been very good today, my Paladin—I think you deserve a reward.”

“What reward?” His face is a mask of warring emotions—suspicion…hope… and hungry desire.

“Lay on your back with your head at the very foot of the bed,” I command him. “A little to one side, though—I need to hold onto the bedpost.”

“But—” he begins

“Do as I say at once or your reward goes out the window,” I say sternly, holding up one finger for silence.

Alaric obeys with alacrity. He lays almost diagonal on the bed—which is the only way his big body fits when stretched out—with his head close to the far corner of the mattress. Then he looks up at me, eyebrows raised as if to say,

“Well?”

I don’t keep him waiting for long. I take off my robe—it will only get in the way—so that I’m only wearing the delicate fairy-lace panties with no crotch. Then I climb on the bed with him and straddle his face, my knees on either side of his head.

His eyes widen as he looks up at me.

“Mistress?” he asks hoarsely. “What are you doing?”

“I’m preparing to ride your tongue, my Paladin,” I tell him, smiling. “Do you think you’d like that?”

“Fuck, yes!”

He’s so eager I can feel the tension thrumming through his big body. His hands are curled into fists at his sides and his cock is straining and leaking precum again.

“Good, that’s good my Paladin,” I murmur, stroking his hair. “And remember, I expect you to give me long, delicious kisses and pay attention to my rosebud as well as my pussy. Do you think you can do that?”

“I know I can.” He wants to reach for me, I can tell—but he’s afraid I’ll change my mind if he tries to force or rush the situation. That’s very smart of him. He’s already beginning to know me.

“Good. Then let’s begin.” I grip the bedpost and lower myself down to his mouth, being careful not to crush him. I haven’t done this in years, since I briefly had my second Blood-servant. However, Jerome had a very slight frame and was scarcely taller than me so I was careful not to overwhelm him. I am, after all, not exactly thin. Though I’m proud of my curves, I admit that they might be too much for some men to handle.

I can feel Alaric’s mouth against my outer pussy lips—his tongue slips in to caress my aching clit. It feels wonderful, but he doesn’t seem to be satisfied.

“Lower, Mistress,” he growls. “I want more of you—come lower!”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I protest, looking down at him. “I don’t want to smother you!”

“Fuck that!” His eyes flash and his voice is a low, guttural growl. “Fucking smother me, Mistress! If I die, I’ll die happy.”

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