Page 38 of Rogue Royal
“That was the intention. Let’s get more comfortable.”
Douglas let go of Mav’s hand and yanked his own T-shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor near the door. Mav’s breathing increased, but he lifted his trembling fingers to the buttons of his shirt. He fumbled the first few buttons, too engrossed in the tanned skin before him. Soon, his shirt followed Douglas’s shirt’s path. Douglas stepped closer, his hands following the meagre dips and valleys Mav’s body provided. Mav’s breath hitched as Douglas’s palms skimmed his nipples.
Mav dropped his head back, air escaping his lungs in a rush. When Douglas’s hands slid around his back, Mav stroked his fingers along the defined muscles of Douglas’s chest and shoulders until he was gripping his own wrist behind Douglas’s neck.
“I need to kiss you.” Douglas nipped at Mav’s lips.
“Please.”
Douglas lowered his head until their mouths sealed together. Once more, it depleted Mav of oxygen as their lips, tongues and teeth took over. After several long seconds, Douglas pulled back, much to Mav’s disagreement. He wanted more, no, needed more.
“Hush. Let’s get comfortable. I have something I think you’ll like.” Douglas guided Mav over to the bed, nuzzling against him to encourage him to lie down. “Scoot your head to the pillows.” Mav did what he asked.
Douglas left him, and he watched as the prince opened the top drawer of the chest on the opposite side of the room. He couldn’t see what Douglas retrieved because he held it behind his back as he approached the bed.
“Now, we’ve spoken about this, but I would like to try you with a blindfold on tonight. Are you happy to try?”
Mav swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir. Green, Sir.”
“Well done. Would you like to see it first?”
Mav nodded. “Yes, please, Sir.”
Douglas pulled his hand from behind his back, showcasing a shiny black blindfold with an elasticated strap. “It’s soft and silky against your skin.” Douglas lowered the blindfold to Mav’s stomach, gently caressing the skin with the fabric. “Once it’s on, you won’t be able to see anything.” Mav’s breath hitched again. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Douglas kneeled beside Mav, dropping a kiss to his lips before resting the fabric over Mav’s eyes and tucking the strap behind his head. Douglas was right. There was not a sliver of light, although he couldn’t open his eyes properly to know for sure. He lifted his hands, then hesitated.
“Can I touch it, Sir?”
“Yes, you may, but don’t take it off, and only this once.”
Mav followed the edge of the blindfold with his fingers, the silkiness of it heaven against his fingertips. His breath stuttered when his hands were tugged away and replaced by his side.
“As we discussed before, I won’t be telling you what I’m going to do to you, but you have the security of your safe words. If you say either yellow or red, we will stop and discuss it. This should be a pleasurable experience. No harm will come to you, I promise.”
The honey-coated tone lifted goosebumps along Mav’s skin, and he licked his dry lips. He strained to hear anything aside from his own ragged breathing. He heard a clink and turned his head in its direction. There was a rustle of fabric alongside more jingling, then silence once more. He gripped the covers below him.
The bed dipped, his body moving to the right. He held his breath, waiting. A soft pressure began at his wrist, along with a tickle. It was strange, and he couldn’t figure out what it was.
When it reached his inner elbow, he squirmed as the tickle became intense, and his entire body twitched. It continued up his biceps to the top of his shoulder, where it played around as Mav tensed and shuddered beneath it. He had never realised his shoulder to neck area was so sensitive.
His mouth was dry, and he swallowed hard, his breath catching while the sensation rose up the column of his neck to his ear and along his jaw. Mav rolled his head to give more access, and the prickling feeling followed along in the item’s aftermath. Not uncomfortable, though. The touch moved down the front of his neck, over his Adam’s apple and down the centre of his chest before diverting to his pecs.
Mav tensed, knowing what was coming but not knowing what to expect. The featherlight touch to his nipple was disheartening—he could barely feel anything, and he knew he wouldn’t get a high from it.
Until the touch became firmer and circled around his nipple at a fast rate. Arrows of arousal spiked towards his groin, and he arched his head back, biting his lip to contain his moan for more. The touch moved away, and it left Mav panting. It skimmed across his stomach and sides, where Mav twisted away as the sensation heightened once more until it disappeared.
Silence reigned, and Mav relaxed back into the covers.
“Colour?”
The words didn’t make him jump, soft as they were.
“Green, Sir.”
“Well done. I’m going to remove your trousers now.”
