Page 67 of Rogue Royal
Featherlight fingertips danced across Mav’s chest and abs, and Mav’s breath caught. Mav had to grip the sheets beneath him to stop him from reaching for Douglas’s hand and putting it where he wanted it.
“That’s it. Now, we’re going to try the earplugs. Remember, three taps on your chin if I want to know your colour and safe word or hand in the air if you want to stop immediately.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I’m proud of you,” Douglas whispered into his ear as he pushed the plugs into place.
There was the initial crinkle of the plugs expanding to the shape of his ear canal, but then the only sound he could hear was his breathing and swallowing. It was extremely disconcerting, and when Douglas rested his palms flat on his chest, Mav jerked before settling again. Douglas rubbed his hands in circles, firmer than he had done when Mav had only the blindfold on. It might be to get him used to it. His breathing sounded loud and shaky as Douglas touched his shoulders and arms, like a massage but not as firm.
Douglas’s hands disappeared, and the bed dipped by his hip. When nothing else happened, Mav’s breathing increased. A tickle started at his ankle, and he twitched his legs involuntarily alongside a squeak escaping his mouth, which he was sure he would be embarrassed about later.
Three taps to his chin brought his attention to the area. What was…? “Oh, green. Sorry, Sir.” A caress to his cheek was gone in seconds.
Mav smiled, biting his lip when the tickle continued its journey up his legs, the air rushing through his nostrils as he scrunched his toes to stop himself from moving away. The soft sensation bypassed his groin, following the crease of his hip and thigh until it reached his side, where Mav arched and pressed his head into the pillow. Just as fast, the feeling disappeared, and it left Mav breathing hard.
Nothing happened for a while, but Mav had no way of telling how long he’d been left with no sensation at all, barring the residual tingle along the path of the item. It could’ve been a minute; it could’ve been an hour. Time lost all meaning, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. Mav knew he had nowhere to be, and he knew Douglas wouldn’t let any harm come to him. It was an eerie feeling.
He jumped when something cold touched his inner thigh. It had a ridged feeling to it when it appeared to be flat against him and was sharper along its edge. Whatever it was, he could feel the path of the cold rising towards his groin, around his balls, around the base of his cock, which was hardening further as sensations bombarded him. When the scratch of the item dragged up the underside of his cock, his hips flexed as much as his shaft did, reaching for what it wanted.
The item slid over the head of his dick, catching on his slit and bringing a moan from his throat that vibrated in his ears.
He gasped. “Fuck.” He licked his dry lips as three taps hit his chin. “Green, Sir,” he gasped as the sensation continued back down the shaft but on the top this time. How was he going to manage?
Once the object was removed, Mav took a deep breath, which was loud in his head. He wished he could hear or see what was coming next, but it wasn’t enough for him to stop what they were doing. It was only because he was eager to know.
Something spiky pressed into the outside of his thigh, and he flinched. It was when he went lightheaded he realised he was holding his breath. He exhaled in a rush, then inhaled quickly. The sharp instrument, which was sharper than the last one by a lot, continued up his leg to his hip and across his lower stomach. He was panting and shaking as he received taps on his chin.
“Um…Y-Yellow, Sir.”
The sharp item disappeared, and Mav felt the bed move and dip the full length beside him. Douglas’s hands—because there was no denying that was who it was and not because Mav knew he was there; he’d be able to tell Douglas from anyone else—smoothed across the path of the sharper item and slid across his chest. His hand stopped over Mav’s heart.
Seconds later, he heard a loud scratching in his ear, and an earplug was removed. Douglas’s hot breath fanned across his skin.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m fine. I panicked. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. You did well. I wasn’t sure if it would be too much for you or not, but I wanted to try. Thank you for being honest and telling me you were unsure.” Douglas’s free hand played with the ends of Mav’s hair. “Would you like to continue with something else? Or would you like to feel it again while I’m here talking to you? We can try it on your hand if you want to.”
Mav couldn’t see and only had hearing in one ear. He cleared his throat and swallowed a few times before answering, “Try on my hand, please, Sir. I think it was that I wasn’t expecting something so sharp and prickly.”
Douglas’s hand left his chest, and Mav wanted it back. “Okay, here we are.” Douglas lifted Mav’s hand to rest against his stomach. “I’m going to run it across the top of your wrist. The skin there is not as sensitive. Ready. Now.”
The sharp scratchiness returned but was not as scary. It could be the area of skin, like Douglas said, but also because Douglas was closer to him, and Mav was less isolated. Either way, it didn’t seem as daunting as before.
“It’s a pinwheel. Think of a pizza slice with fangs.”
Mav bellowed a laugh. “I’ll have to remember to tell Zara that one.”
Douglas chuckled. “It’s a versatile instrument because it depends how hard you press it into the skin as to if it hurts. I hadn’t planned on hurting you, as I said, but I knew it might be too much.”
“It’s not so bad now. It reminds me of a spiky stress ball I used to have, only sharper.”
“Would you like to try again?”
Mav wavered, although he knew he’d have to be honest. “Could we try it another day?”
“Absolutely. Do you want the earplug back in?”
