Page 30 of Changeling
His hand speeds up while his tail massages my calf.
Too much.
My heart pounds, each thump echoing in my ears, faster and faster until I can’t control myself one beat longer.
“Now,” he orders.
Tension and bliss combine, churning outward until I’m pumping my seed into the hot tunnel of flesh Dominus made for us. Swelling ecstasy overwhelms me. I grasp his steel biceps, clinging to him as each shuddering wave rolls through my body.
I’m gasping and panting under him as he too begins to tremble. His mouth hangs open, but his eyes are closed so I can stare shamelessly. The muscles of his abdomen ripple and flex in an enticing display that sends my tongue to lick my lips.
Though his hand has stilled, his body is in motion. He throws his head back and collapses to sit on my thighs as the last tremors of pleasure quake from my spent cock. He hasn’t come, but something is happening.
Is this feeding?
Dominus remains rock hard and throbbing. The crown of his head pokes mine, bringing a shock of oversensitivity. I grip his arms in my fists.
His eyelids flicker open. His stare pins me to the sheets. “Hands.”
Oh. Right.
I let him go and fling my hands back over my head, though all I want to do is touch him, feel his hot skin beneath my questing fingers.
“Sorry,” I mumble, hoping I haven’t ruined it. Surely my heat-of-the-moment error can be forgiven. I squirm beneath his scrutiny.
He releases our shafts, and mine falls free of his, soft and warm against my abdomen. His bounces upward in a proud display of lust and vigor. My seed coats and drips from his crown. Maybe now he’ll let me taste. I open my mouth to suggest it, but he stops me with a hard glare.
“Be still,” he orders. “You did well.”
“But I haven’tdoneanything,” I huff and give him the most sultry smirk I can manage. “I’d like to.”
He tuts, climbing off me. “Yes, I’m sure you would, yet you still don’t have permission.” His tail uncoils from my leg, leaving a patch of cooling skin.
I deflate. “Are you angry? Am I being punished?”
“I’m not, and you aren’t.” He flops onto his back next to me and tucks his monstrous cock back into his silk breeches. It’s no less obvious covered by fabric than it was in its naked glory.
“Then why—”
“Shh, Sebastian.” His voice has gone soft. “Let me enjoy you in peace.”
What does he mean? I stay quiet. For now.
He grabs my hand and brings it between us. He doesn’t let go. “You may put your other hand down.”
I do. My fingers have gone a bit numb. One by one, they tingle, but the sensation isn’t unpleasant. And Dominus’s hand is warm in mine. I take the opportunity to pull my pants back up.
When enough time has passed that my heart rate and breathing have been restored to normal, I’m done obeying orders and ready for answers.
“What was that? Did you feed from me? Why didn’t you come? I wanted—”
He chuckles.
I frown. “Are you laughing at me?”
“I am a little, aren’t I? I’m sorry.” Even his apology is tinted with mirth. “Don’t let it bother you.”
“But it does bother me.”
