if daring me to contradict him. Maybe he wanted me to be annoyed with the inane rumors as much as he seemed to be. “The families who live on your land are happy. Even when there was hunger, your land did prosper. And they say it’s dark magic.”
“Rumors don’t bother me, Rees. They can be helpful. As long as the preachers fear me the way they do, they’ll leave my land and my hunters alone. And when it comes to agriculture, good management is more effective than mumbling spells.”
Rees placed the almost empty plate on the table by the bed and rolled onto his side, looking up at me with a half smile. “You’re very practical and sensible for a demon.”
“Have you expected something else?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I did imagine a dungeon and barren grounds. Instead, there’s a rose garden and a library.”
“The rose garden is Lillian’s work.”
He tapped a finger on my chest. “But the library is yours.”
“It is.”
Captivated by the curve of his waist as he lay on his side, I ran my hand over his hip. My cravings niggled at me, making me impatient. I didn’t want to talk anymore, least of all about myself.
“I promised to show you something,” I said.
He smiled. “Yes, my Lord.”
I rolled off the bed and stood. I felt his eyes on my naked body when I walked to the shelves by the fireplace and took a small wooden chest from the highest shelf, then brought it to the bed.
“Looks like a treasure chest,” Rees murmured.
“And what rare treasures it holds.” I smirked.
When I opened the wooden box, Rees’s eyes widened, and a blush rose to his cheeks. The contents gleamed mostly with gold and silver, but a few items inside were carved from wood or black stone.
I took one piece and handed it to him. “Here, feel it.”
Weighing the golden cock in his hand, Rees chuckled, looking a little bewildered.
“Why gold?”
“It’s easy to form, easy to clean. It lasts for eternity.”
He ran his fingers along the shaft, tracing the veins, the beautifully crafted head. A white pearl sat in the slit. The base was round, decorated with intricate patterns, and the handle was the same as that of a light sword.
“It seems very much like a weapon,” he said.
“Yet you’ll feel no pain when I stab you with it. You will love the hardness and the weight of it inside you.”
He raised his eyes slowly to meet mine. There was need in his gaze and shame too. He craved to be fucked by the golden cock, just as he was embarrassed by the intensity of his want.
“Don’t fret, boy. It’s all about pleasure. Nothing else. Nothing is shameful in pleasure.” I smiled and leaned closer, my nose almost touching his. “Now say you want me to fuck you with it.”
He blinked and licked his lips, circled a finger around the pearl set in the head, and his exhale wafted across my face. “Please, my Lord, will you fuck me with it?” Oh, the tone of his voice! Shaky yet deep.
“Show me your hole,” I ordered.
He rolled over and rose until he was on his knees and elbows. Already knowing the joy I could bring him, he didn’t hesitate to open his legs. I licked inside his hole. His body softened fast, and soon he was rocking his hips, fucking himself on my tongue. When his sounds got louder, I sucked my tongue back into my mouth. I smeared the shaft with balm and pushed one slick finger into Rees’s hole. He was ready, eager even.
“When I’m not here, you can open the box and pick what you like.” He shuddered when I rubbed my finger over his gland. “I want you to use whatever pleases you.” I kissed his ass cheek. “Then you will tell me how it felt.”
I twisted my finger in his hole, making sure he was loose enough. The golden shaft wasn’t large, but I didn’t want him to feel any discomfort at all. I wouldn’t tolerate him to be in pain. Ever. Not with me, not in this room. When he was in my care, he was only to learn about pleasure; he knew enough about pain already. When I pulled my finger out, he whined in protest.
The golden cock did feel like a weapon in my hand when I slid it into him in one slow thrust. His pink hole swallowed the gold to the hilt, and the only sound Rees made was a deep