Page 70 of Changeling
His hot breath ghosts my ear. “Shh, I said patience, remember?”
I groan as he tongues my earlobe, flicking the jewelry, then sucking half my ear into his mouth. Patience is an impossible ask.
“Please, Dominus. Don’t make me wait.”
He rises over me, denying me the contact I was reveling in. “I’ll make you do whatever I like. And you’ll thank me for it. Won’t you, Seb?”
Stars! My cock twitches, leaking fluid on my belly. My nipples are peaked hard as diamonds. “Yes, Dominus.”
A sly smile curves on his plush lips. “Very good. Roll over.”
I’d like to say I gracefully maneuver to my stomach, but with my legs spread wide on either side of his thighs, my flopping is efficient at best, clumsy as a drunken goose at worst.
Waiting for him to touch me is agony—ass exposed to his gaze, breath caught in my throat, heart thumping madly.
He grips my hips and lifts me to my knees. His hands land on my ass, spreading my cheeks.
I’d been wrong thinking I was exposed before. Now I am exposed. A thrill of burning embarrassment heats my neck and face, which I’ve hidden in the silks.
An eternity passes while I shiver. What will he do next? My panting breaths wheeze loudly in my ears.
I gasp as he tongues my hole—warm, wet, sleek muscle on muscle with no warning, no preamble, just his mouth on my ass right in the most sensitive of places.
I fight not to squeal. My body presses back on instinct, seeking more of him, desperate for more of this intimate touch. He gives it to me generously, licking and sucking me there until I’ve forgotten all self-consciousness. I moan my delight with this private intrusion, this tender opening of my flesh by his.
Fisting the fine silks beneath me, I glance over my shoulder. He’s a sight to behold: his face between my cheeks, horns over my back, fingers gripping my skin.
“Please,” I whine, so fucking needy. I’ve been imagining this for weeks. Well, notthisspecifically, but the fucking part, yes. I’ve been imagining that. I need him now.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbles, lips moving against my rim, not even pausing in their rapturous onslaught.
“You won’t. Here, just let me…” It’s impossible to concentrate while he’s doing…what he’s doing, but I manage, drawing my magic inward, asking it to help relax my body, to stretch for him, to be ready so we don’t have to wait. Ah. Perfect. “Put your fingers in me. Feel me. I can take you.”
He doesn’t scold me for bossing him around. He’s as lost as I am.
I reach back to hold my cheeks apart so he doesn’t have to. “Go on.”
His tongue withdraws, and his fingers venture in, first one, then two as he discovers what I’ve done. His moan is a cherished reward. “Magic?”
“Yes. Now fill me. Give me your cock.”
This time, I am scolded. He smacks my ass with a resoundingthwack. It stings brilliantly.
“More.” I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and bite down.
He spanks me again. “You enjoy that?”
“So much.”
“I thought you would.” He hits the other side. Both halves burn equally.
“Fuck me, Dominus.” I’m goading him. I know it. I want it harder. I want him to spank me as he fucks me. I want—
He strikes my hole. Not hard. But enough that I clench out of reflex.
“Oh! Oh god, again.”
He obeys. I hadn’t even known to ask for this. This glorious sting at my entrance. He does it again. Next time”—smack—“no magical cheating.”smack“You’ll let me prepare you myself.”smack“Yes?”
