Page 39 of Rogue Royal
Mav hadn’t realised he still wore them. “Yes, Sir.” Mav didn’t move his hands from their clenched position in the covers as Douglas opened and pulled his trousers and socks off, leaving him in his briefs. He rearranged his legs and spread them a little wider, and Douglas sat between them. Mav could tell because of the dip of the mattress and the heat from Douglas’s body.
Something slid along his shin, and he jerked. It was a little scratchier than the first item but smoothed across his skin and up his legs. It was like tassels of some sort, and his first thought was it was a flogger. When it lifted off his legs, he breathed deeply, expecting to be swatted with it, but nothing came. He relaxed a little, knowing Douglas said he wouldn’t hurt him.
The sensation returned, starting at the side of his stomach and dragging across to the other side and back again. He squirmed as it rose, closer and closer to his nipples again before retreating instead of touching them. Despite his uncertainty of what was happening, his cock was hard, straining against his briefs.
Mav wanted to reach for Douglas and pull him closer, to rut against him and make himself come, but he hadn’t been given permission. Douglas shifted, and the sensation disappeared. Mav’s head followed the sound and movement of the bed, but it was a shock when something skimmed across his dick. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to thrust up into the sensation or back away from it.
“Ah.” He let out the sound on a long exhale.
The flogger, or whatever it was, went back and forth above his cock, catching either side of it alternately. His fingers stretched out, then clenched the sheets tighter as he writhed beneath the onslaught. He arched his head into the pillow, reaching for something for more. The brushing noise of the flogger catching on his dick was like a clock ticking in a silent room, louder than you realised, and once he noticed it, it was difficult to stop listening for it.
Soft fingers caressed his thighs, which bunched and relaxed with his fidgeting. Mav gasped as everything overwhelmed him; it was too much, yet not enough all at the same time.
“Colour?”
Mav licked his lips, trying to speak. “Gr-Green. I’m good.”
Douglas’s chuckle was dark and foreboding. “Yes, you are.”
All touches left, and Mav whimpered. The mattress dipped again, and fingers tugged at his briefs, lifting them over his leaking cock and tucking them under his balls. Before Mav could comprehend, wet heat surrounded his shaft, and he bucked.
“Fuck!”
Douglas’s mouth pulled off, licking the head before swallowing him down again. Mav was helpless against the tide dragging him under. Douglas rose, keeping the head of his cock in his mouth, but stopped sucking or moving. Mav arched, and Douglas smoothed his hands across Mav’s abs, sides and chest, everywhere he could reach. Mav tried not to move too much, wanting to be good for Douglas, but he felt like he needed something more.
Douglas’s fingers became his fingernails, lightly rasping across his skin. Mav’s cock twitched, and Douglas swiped his tongue across the tip, all while keeping the head in his mouth. Mav’s climax was out of reach by a millimetre, and he didn’t know what to do. He was green as to his safe words, but…
“Ah!” Douglas flicked a fingernail over Mav’s nipples, and he exploded.
Pure, unadulterated pleasure suffused his body with every wave of his orgasm, and his mind blanked of everything but the decadence flowing through him.
When he came to, the blindfold had gone, and Douglas had him wrapped in a warm blanket, draped across Douglas’s lap and nestled under his chin. One of Douglas’s hands rubbed up and down Mav’s back, the other against his leg. The scent of Douglas overwhelmed him, and he felt tears trickling down his face, though he didn’t know why.
He closed his eyes and replayed what they’d done. Everything was perfect and so much more than Mav had ever experienced before. Why was he crying?
“It’s a natural reaction for some people after a scene like this. There is nothing wrong with you.” Mav sniffed and wiped at his face with his hand. “This is part of the sub-drop I was talking about before. Here, have a drink.”
A small glass appeared in front of him, and he drank, slowly at first, until he realised how thirsty he was. Once he’d drained the drink, he passed it back to Douglas. “Thank you.”
The two words couldn’t encompass everything Mav wanted to tell Douglas, but he didn’t know how else to do it. What he’d experienced was everything he’d always wanted and not realised he needed. How Douglas had seen what he hadn’t was anyone’s guess.
“How are you feeling?”
Mav took stock of his body. “Tingly, boneless, tired.”
Douglas pressed a kiss to his head. “All usual effects. What did you think of it?”
Mav slid a hand out of the blanket and rested it against Douglas’s neck, feeling his heartbeat and allowing it to centre him. “It was…I…” He yawned. “Amazing.”
Douglas chuckled, the sound vibrating through the blanket to Mav’s body. His eyelids drooped, and he snuggled closer, sighing when Douglas tightened his hold around him.
“Sleep. I’ll be here.”
Mav was helpless to argue.
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Chapter 15
