Page 87 of A Crown of Lies

Rowan grunted and released him. “Did you make her come on your tongue?”

“Yes, sir!”

“And then you fucked her. How?”

Ieduin gasped as he started moving the phallus faster. “I didn’t! She fucked me. She said… She said she’d never done it that way before and it was so hot, sir. You have no idea… Oh, fuck… Fuck!”

“You’re not going to cum, are you?” Rowan clicked his tongue. “I haven’t given you permission to cum, boy. If you ruin those expensive panties, I’ll have to punish you again.”

“Please!” Ieduin sobbed, his body trembling. He didn’t know if he was pleading for permission or for Rowan to stop. He wanted both. Neither. Everything.

Rowan eased the phallus out of him, and he nearly collapsed with a loud groan. If the ropes hadn’t been there to hold him up, he’d have melted into a puddle of want. Suddenly empty, he ached to be filled again, but the phallus Rowan had used had stretched him enough that he was already sore. Still, his heart thrummed excitedly at the sound of Rowan unlacing his pants again.

“Remember, good boys don’t cum without permission. If you’re a good boy, and you can take all of me, and you obey me, I’ll let you cum after. Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes!” Ieduin half-sobbed, half shouted as Rowan slicked his sore hole with more oil. “Gods above, yes, please!”

He clamped down on his lip as Rowan tested with an initial push. He’d known Rowan was big, and he’d been with big men before, but it had been a long time. Even the large phallus Rowan had used on him didn’t compare. The stretch to accommodate him was brutal, but Rowan went slow, easing in just a little and then pulling out to apply more oil.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Rowan pressed in again.

It wasn’t any easier the second time. Ieduin whimpered and more tears threatened, though this was worse than the spanking. For the first time all night, he considered calling a stop because he wasn’t sure he could take it. But gods, he wanted to. So badly.

“Breathe,” Rowan reminded him, gently moving some hair out of his face. “Breathe through it. You’re okay.” He kissed Ieduin’s neck, shifting his grip from Ieduin’s hips to the ropes. “Just a little more.”

How could there bemore?

Rowan slid home. There was a final snap of burning pain, and then it all started fading. It didn’t disappear, but it couldn’t get any worse.

Rowan kissed the point of his ear. “Good boy.”

A jolt of pleasure went through Ieduin at the whispered words, but he barely had time to enjoy it before Rowan pulled out nearly to the tip and thrust in again. Ieduin panted out a curse when he did it again. The pace wasn’t quick, but it was rough, and deep, and claiming. That Rowan was holding the ropes to control him and barely touching him anywhere else only made Ieduin feel more disconnected from what was happening to his body. More out of control. Rowan was using his body for his own pleasure, and he wasn’t allowed to enjoy it fully. The realization left him groaning with disappointment. If his hands were free, he’d be stroking his cock, regardless. He didn’t have the self-control for denial like that.

Sweat coated his forehead and started dripping down his back, drenching the silk gown. The only relief from the heat burning through him was the rough and rhythmic explosion of Rowan’s breath against his upper back.

As Rowan used him, Ieduin turned his head slightly and realized they were within view of the mirror across the room, and he could watch as Rowan thrust into him with soft grunts. His sir’s face was flushed, his hair a mess, his chest and back damp with sweat. He’d pushed his sleeves up, revealing his forearms—those beautiful, freckled forearms Ieduin loved so much. With his hands gripping the ropes so tight, it made the veins on the back of his hand pop slightly. He looked like a wild animal, driving himself into Ieduin without abandon.

The sight sent a shock of pleasure through him, and suddenly he was sitting on the edge. He squirmed slightly in the ropes, trying to stave off the impending orgasm, but that only made it worse.

“Sir!” he gasped and then remembered. “Yellow! Yellow! Yellow!” He got it out three times before Rowan paused.

Rowan immediately let go of the ropes and grabbed him by the chin. “Are you going to cum?”

Ieduin was trembling so hard with the effort of not letting that happen that he couldn’t even answer. “I don’t want to!”

Rowan grunted and reached for Ieduin’s cock. He tried to twist away. He didn’t want another punishment! If Rowan so much as accidentally brushed against him—

Something tightened around his balls, and he let out a sudden yelp. The urge to cum all but disappeared.

Breathless and smiling, Rowan kissed his cheek. “I told you you’d be thankful for that later. Can we continue?”

“Yes, sir,” Ieduin panted, relieved. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re doing such a good job.” Rowan groaned as he started moving inside of Ieduin again. “I can’t wait to reward you for being so good. Fuck, you feel so warm around me, so tight, so…” He trailed off, words becoming desperate grunts and moans. Masculine sounds of pleasure that made Ieduin’s skin prickle and his nipples feel tight.

Rowan’s cock swelled inside him and erupted. Fingers moved from the rope to Iedin’s hip, digging in, and sharp teeth closed on his shoulder, the king’s pleasured moans vibrating through his chest like a second heartbeat. It went on forever, the only sound in the room next to Ieduin’s own thudding heart.

When it was over, he stayed as he was for a long beat, panting heavily against Ieduin’s skin. “Gods, that was… You didsogood, Ieduin.”

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