Page 37 of Shadowbound

Then his muscular arms wind around my thighs and he drags me down, planting my open pussy and ass directly on his willing face.

I gasp as I lose my grip on the carved bedpost—can he breathe under there?

But Alaric doesn’t seem to be having a problem. He’s feasting on me—there’s no other word for it. I moan with surprised pleasure as his tongue invades me, sliding into my channel to taste my juices and then he sucks my clit into his mouth. A moment later, he’s lashing my sensitive rosebud, then teasingly sliding just the tip of his tongue inside me until I squirm with pleasure.

I find that I’m gripping his hair and pulling hard, but he seems to welcome the pain. He continues to go back and forth, teasing both my pussy and my ass until I feel like I’m going to explode with pleasure!

“Goddess of Pleasure!” I cry and find I’m grinding against him. I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. To be honest, I was already halfway there from letting him stroke and caress and wash my body earlier. But now he’s pushing me over the top and I feel my pleasure flowing outwards, filling my personal reservoir and then spilling over into the tower.

I come so hard I see explosions of light behind my eyes when I squeeze them shut. And yet, my Paladin is tireless—despite me moaning that I came already, he keeps going. I try to pry his hands off my thighs, but it’s no good—he’s too strong. His arms are like iron bars wound around me, keeping me in place.

I’m so flustered I don’t even think to use my Shadow Magic—or maybe I don’t want to. The Jewel of Knowing pulses at my temple, feeding me Alaric’s pleasure so that I feel it as well as my own. It pushes me to another sharp peak and then I’m coming again…and again and again.

As for Alaric, he’s like a starving man finally presented with food—he just can’t get enough. I know this is his fantasy—and has been for years—but he’s completely out of hand, refusing to let me go as he feasts on me. I try to calm his mind as I did earlier, but I can’t. He’s utterly lost in me…in the flavor of my juices and the sounds of my moans and cries…in the feeling of my soft, wet pussy against his seeking tongue as he explores me and pushes me over the edge again and again.

At last, after my fifth or sixth orgasm, I have the presence of mind to summon my Shadows. But even then I have difficulty prying his arms from around my thighs. He’s still reaching for me, even when I finally manage to scramble off him.

I scoot to the head of the bed, my body throbbing, my knees weak.

“Mistress?” Alaric looks at me, his eyes still clouded with lust. “Where did you go? I wasn’t done tasting you!”

“No, and you wouldn’t have been even if I had let you go on all night,” I say.

“What? But…I don’t understand.” He shakes his head, looking like he just woke up from a dream but he’s still half asleep.

I understand then that he didn’t hold me down on purpose—he’s not like Kraven, hurting or holding me just for his own twisted enjoyment. It’s just that he’s longed for this for years—having it all at once after an entire day of endless teasing and edging his desire to the limits made him a little mad. In fact, he’s still not quite himself.

“Mistress, please come back,” he says, reaching for me. “You taste so good! It makes me so fucking hard when I feel you coming on my tongue.”

“I think you need a release yourself, my Paladin,” I tell him. With most men, they can be teased and denied for days at a time. But Alaric’s whole life has been tease and denial—he needs to let off some steam or he’s going to get dangerous. Not because he would hurt me on purpose, but because there’s a possibility that he might generate so much magical power both his inner reservoir and the Collar of Control wouldn’t be able to handle it. There’s definitely something different about his magic—something I haven’t quite put my finger on yet but that makes me extra cautious.

His eyes clear a little and he looks at me hopefully.

“You’re going to finally let me come?”

“Yes, but only on my terms,” I say sternly. “I need to bind you first.”

“Bind me? Why?”

I don’t tell him it’s because his power is growing too much…or that I sense something else in him besides the “Celestial Fire.” I simply give him another stern look.

“Are you willing to be bound or not?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He nods. “Fucking do what you want with me.”

“I will.” I say lightly.

I have him come to the head of the bed and then lay down again. I use my Shadows to bind his arms and legs to the bedposts and be certain he’s secure before I produce the golden key that closes both the Collar of Control and the magical cockring he wears.

“You’re unlocking me?” he asks, his eyes wide.

“Only for a little while,” I tell him. “And only below—you’ll keep the collar on.”

Alaric doesn’t seem to have a problem with that.

“All right.” He nods. “Yes, Mistress.”

I unlock the cockring and then throw a leg over his hips and look down at him.

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