Page 85 of A Crown of Lies

Rixxis helped him with a few more things before she seemed pleased with her work. Only then did she let him turn to admire himself in the vanity mirror. Ieduin’s heart stuttered at his reflection, and he turned his head one way, and then the other, almost in disbelief. A little paint on his face, a change of clothes, and he was nearly unrecognizable. He no longer looked like Ieduin the Crow commander, nor Ieduin the whore, but someone else entirely. The outfit, the makeup, the jewelry… It all felt excessive and decadent in the best way.

His heart clenched at the sight of himself, and some small part of him wanted to burst into tears. It was as if he were seeing himself for the first time, his real self, the one he’d never shown anyone else. But crying would mess up his makeup, and Rixxis had worked so hard on that.

Rowan returned to his throne and reclined, his head resting on a fist, legs wide, one arm thrown haphazardly over the arm of the throne. There was something about the pose that oozed both masculinity and power in a way that was difficult for most men to achieve. Anyone could sit on a throne and call himself a king. Few could look like one, and Rowan looked like he could be king of the whole damn world if he wanted.

He only had to crook a finger and Ieduin was already halfway across the room. He returned to his kneeling mat and went again to his knees, ready to serve and obey.

Rowan grabbed his riding crop from the table and Ieduin tensed, fearing he’d be struck again. Instead, Rowan put it under his chin and used it to make him lift his head. “You look beautiful, boy.”

His face warmed, a hot line burning across his cheeks. “Thank you, sir.”

“I think you’d look even better with my cock between those painted lips. Don’t you?” He put the riding crop on the back of Ieduin’s head, urging him forward.

Ieduin barely needed nudging. He went willingly into Rowan’s lap, tugging at the laces with shaky fingers. Not because he was nervous, but because he was excited. Finally, things were getting fun.

Rowan was already hard when Ieduin drew him out, hard and thick and excited enough that Ieduin could feel his pulse throbbing in his cock when he put his hands around the base. He leaned in to start, but Rowan held him back with the riding crop. Ieduin looked up at his king. Hissir.

Rowan smirked and Ieduin’s heart fluttered faster as he realized there was no purpose to the gesture other than to communicate he was still in charge. Once Rowan was pleased with whatever he saw in Ieduin, he let him go without a word.

The elf went straight to work, licking up one side of Rowan’s length and down the other. Rowan sucked in a breath through his teeth and sat back, eyes gleaming as he watched Ieduin swirl his tongue around his thick head. There was no satisfaction in the world like being watched while he worked, and knowing it wasn’t just Rowan watching him brought a whole new level of excitement. He made a show of running his tongue over him, licking up the bead of wetness that appeared on Rowan’s cock like dew on grass. All the while, Rowan’s chest rose and fell with increasing effort, as if he were at war with himself, trying to hold himself back as long as possible.

Ieduin didn’t want him to be so restrained, but he’d sure as hell take advantage of his momentary hesitation. He closed his lips around the crown in an airtight seal and suckedhard, working the rest of Rowan with his fists. He was so big, Ieduin could wrap both his hands around his length and still barely touch his chin.

Rowan let out a low, masculine groan, but pushed Ieduin’s head back. “Now, now. Look at how you’ve smeared your lipstick all over my cock.” He ran a thumb over Ieduin’s bottom lip. “Well, we might as well ruin it all, then.”

Twenty-Six

Rowangatheredafistfulof Ieduin’s hair close to the scalp. He winced, but Rowan quickly let him go and lifted a length of rope from the table. He rose, pulling Ieduin’s arms behind his back. Ieduin’s heart fluttered faster as the rope tightened around his wrists and looped around to hold them in place. There was a certain bite to the braided rope, a simple sort of roughness that he liked, especially when paired with the silk, diamonds, and lace.

Once Ieduin’s hands were secured, Rowan returned to his throne, yanking Ieduin forward roughly by the hair. He shoved Ieduin almost violently down on his cock, all the way, the movement so fast Ieduin didn’t have time to compensate for his size and length. For a moment, he panicked. Bound as he was, and gagging on Rowan, there was no way he could call for a stop if he needed to.

“Shh, little one,” Rowan cooed, his tone gentle even though his actions were not. “I know. I just need to feel you gag around me. That’s it. That’s my good boy.”

He eased up long enough for Ieduin to pull in a breath and then he was in the back of his throat again, holding his face in place until he gagged so hard his eyes watered and his nose ran. Then he pulled back again, let Ieduin breathe for a moment, before repeating the cycle all over again.

Ieduin’s skin burned, flushed with embarrassment at all the sounds he was making while Rowan used him. He was completely at Rowan’s mercy. The thought made his cock twitch against the lacy underwear.

But every time Rowan pushed into his throat, he’d whisper soft praises and caress his cheek gently. “Gods, look at you. Look how well you can swallow me. We’ll have your throat properly trained in no time to take all of me, won’t we? That’s it, boy. Cry if you need to. There’s no shame. You’ve done such a good job.”

He finally released Ieduin, who coughed and gasped. He was lightheaded, but not dizzy, with tears leaking from his eyes. Already Rowan had him sitting on the edge of that special high that came from pleasing him.

Rowan shook out a handkerchief. Ieduin had no idea where he’d gotten it from, but he used it to wipe away the last of Ieduin’s involuntary tears. “Come here, my little one,” he said and pulled Ieduin into his lap.

Ieduin couldn’t help but shift and groan, grinding against Rowan’s unsatisfied length.

“Is that what you want?” Rowan whispered in his ear, retrieving something from the cart. “Go on, boy. Speak freely. Tell sir what you want.”

“I want you inside of me,” Ieduin murmured into Rowan’s chest. “I want you to use me. I want to satisfy you.”

“Hmm,” came Rowan’s answer. Oil slicked fingers slid across Ieduin’s hole, teasing. “I don’t think you’re ready to take me yet.”

“I am!” Ieduin heard himself saying, though the words seemed to come out all on their own. “I want to. Please?”

“Not yet. Patience, boy. We’ll have to loosen you up first or I’ll hurt you.” Rowan tucked his unsatisfied cock away, much to Ieduin’s displeasure, and stood.

He lifted Ieduin in his arms as if he weighed nothing. Ieduin hoped he’d be carried to the bed. Maybe Rowan would at least use one of the many phalluses he’d laid out. It wouldn’t be as good as Rowan, but it would besomething. All this teasing was driving him mad.

Instead, Rowan moved them away from the bed. Ieduin let out a little whimper as Rowan set him down beneath a strip of wood dangling from the ceiling.

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