Page 86 of A Crown of Lies

“Be still while I work,” he warned, pulling down a long length of rope. “I don’t want to pull your jewelry.” He threw a look over his shoulder. “Rixxis, my dear, I could use a hand here with these knots.”

He didn’t see if Rixxis hesitated or not. Time had gotten fuzzy. She wasn’t there, and then she was, and then there were softer ropes looping around his arms and legs, the knots gentler than he expected. He’d been tied up plenty of times, but usually to something. Rowan clearly meant to hoist him in mid-air with nothing to hold him in place except where the ropes were anchored to the ceiling.

After wrapping around his arms a few times, the rope came around his front, resting just below his chest. A moment later, it wrapped around again, this time higher, framing his chest and the silver chains in rope. With guidance from Rowan, Rixxis brought the ropes over his shoulders and finished forming a makeshift harness with the ropes. More ropes in intricate ties went around his legs and his waist, attaching with more gentle knots to the one tied around his chest. It tugged a little at the chains that ran over his front, but not in a bad way.

A quick yank on a rope he couldn’t see, and the floor flew from under his feet. He gasped at the feeling of free floating, swaying in the ropes.

“What color now?” Rowan asked, taking Ieduin’s chin in his hands.

The way the ropes held him, he was higher than both Rowan and Rixxis, his body stretched out. Even with the silk dress on, he felt totally exposed. There was certainly no hiding his erection tenting in the silk dress, throbbing against the restraints of the lace panties.

“Green,” Ieduin replied, the light-headed, not-dizzy feeling intensifying.

At some point, he must’ve brought the table full of tools over because it was next to him. Rowan turned to it, selecting a black flogger. He considered it a moment before holding it out to Rixxis. “Would you like to try?”

She recoiled slightly. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“The spanking he got was far worse, I promise you. Mostly, all we’re here to do is increase the pleasurable sensation.” He held out his other hand. “I’ll show you.”

Rixxis hesitated before offering her arm. As soon as she had it outstretched, he brought the flogger against the inside of her arm with an audible snap.

She pulled away, only to stop halfway. “It’s soft.”

“But with bite.” Rowan beamed and grabbed the rope holding Ieduin in place. He spun it, making Ieduin face away from him. “Where he is right now, he needs that bite to keep him grounded. Watch.”

Ieduin tensed, knowing it was coming, but Rowan was right. The slap of a dozen soft strips of leather against his bare back was nothing compared to the spanking earlier. It almost felt like having an itch scratched. The next strike was a little harder, but it was still no worse than having a stiff muscle massaged. To call the light tickle anything close to pain would be silly.

Yet as Rowan layered on strike after strike against his back, a familiar burn began to build. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it should hurt, at least a little. Instead, each strike became a small explosion of relief. He groaned and whined slightly, his cock aching. The lace scratching against the sensitive skin was more an irritation than the flogger could ever be. He almost wished Rowan would start hitting him there, if only to relieve some of the tension building up.

He fell into the steady rhythm of strikes, and his own heartbeat, only barely aware that Rowan and Rixxis were carrying on a conversation behind him. It was like being lulled into hypnosis. When it stopped, he barely noticed.

But he lifted his head when cold air kissed his backside. Rowan adjusted the lacy thong and slick fingers probed at his hole. Ieduin moaned, hoping finally Rowan was going to fuck him. That hope vanished when Rowan retracted his fingers and Ieduin let out a disappointed whine.

“There, there, boy. Almost time.”

Rowan didn’t leave him empty for long. Ieduin tensed as the cold bulbous end of something phallic pressed against his opening.

“Relax, boy. That’s it. Good boy.”

Ieduin bit his lip as Rowan slowly eased the phallus into him, the initial sting of being stretched quickly tipping over into bliss. He moaned loudly and tried to rock back against Rowan’s hand, pushing it deeper, but the ropes kept him from moving too much. Rowan had control over the depth and speed, and there was nothing he could do to influence that except use his words. Even those seemed out of reach, though. As soon as his body adjusted to the stretch, Rowan pulled it back out, applying more oil. It slid back in easier the second time, but Rowan didn’t move it any further, much to Ieduin’s dismay.

He arched his back and called out, “Please!”

“I still haven’t gotten a proper confession out of you.” There was a particular darkness to Rowan’s voice. He twisted the phallus, making Ieduin cry out as the movement stretched him further.

“Please, sir! Please, I’ll tell you anything!” Ieduin’s voice broke as he pleaded.

Rowan must’ve stepped closer because the air was suddenly warmer. He pushed the phallus deeper. “I want to know how you fucked her. Did you taste my wife to be before you put your cock in her? Did you put your tongue on her beautiful, wet cunt, boy?”

“Yes,” the answer came out more as a moan than a word. He licked sweat from his lips and closed his eyes, remembering her taste on his lips.

“And how did my future wife taste?”

Ieduin groaned as he twisted the phallus and pumped it in and out roughly. “So good. Fuck, she tastes better than anything.”

“Better than anything?” Rowan grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back.

“Yes, the best thing I’ve ever had!”

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