shaft. I ran my palm up my length and gritted my teeth. I had to stop or I’d make myself come. Reluctantly, I pulled my finger out and reached for the egg.
It was much wider than the golden shaft he’d used to fuck me. I grew more and more aroused as I pried myself open with it. Finally, when I pushed harder against the base of the jewel, it slid inside, and my hole clamped on it greedily. The pressure was incredible. I rolled my hips. It jostled inside me, and another moan flew from my lips.
Is this how the head of his cock would feel breaching me?
I bucked and bit the backrest of the sofa, shaking on my knees. My shaft throbbed with need, but I couldn’t allow myself to touch it. I’d come within seconds, and I wanted to wait for him before succumbing to lust.
Carefully, I slid the ring over my pulsing cock and attached the chains. Walking through the open door to the bedroom, I groaned with every step. How long would it take for him to come home? How long could I restrain from spilling all over myself?
His robe hung over his armchair by the fireplace. I bunched it up in my arms. The traces of his scent only aggravated my arousal, but I wanted to bask in it. With the fabric pressed to my mouth, I waited in front of the fire, my belly aching with need.
7
The Dark Rider
Rees had prepared for me tonight. When I entered my bedroom, he was naked, yet not entirely. His young body was adorned with a necklace, and chains led from it, wrapping around his torso, waist, and hips. The individual chains were linked to the silver ring around the base of his hard cock.
“Rees.” I sighed. He was gorgeous.
“Lillian found it for me. You like it, my Lord?”
“Did she help you put it on?” I smirked.
“No, my Lord.” He bit his lip. “But she…advised me.”
“Of course, she did.” The witch.
I hummed. Yes, I did like him wrapped like a treasure. I recognized this piece, even though I haven’t seen it on a man’s body for a century. “Turn around. Let me see all of you.”
The silver chain followed the graceful curve of his spine and disappeared in his crease. I stepped closer and traced the chain that led between his ass cheeks with my finger until I found what I knew was there.
“Bend over.”
He braced his hands on the edge of the table and showed me his hole.
Tucked there was the silver egg, held in place by the delicate chains, smears of balm on Rees’s soft skin. Only the base was visible, but I remembered the shape and size.
“It’s big, isn’t it?” I whispered and ran my fingers up and down his spine and around his hole. “I would have enjoyed watching you push it inside yourself. How does it feel?”
Rees was breathing deeper now, aroused by my inspection. “It makes me want you, my Lord. It makes me want to be fucked.”
“How long have you had it in you?”
“One hour.” He shuddered and gasped when I tapped the base with my finger.
“Good. Now kneel.”
While he licked my cock, I toyed with his hair. The shiny strands spiraled around my fingers. They felt soft like silk when I fisted them in my hand. I tugged hard, and Rees moaned. I relished in the contrast between us—his light skin, his golden hair, pink lips…and me, my fat, charcoal cock in his mouth, my hands in his hair, my fingers big and coarse, the color of ashes and death. He looked fragile and innocent next to me, but the way he held my cock with both hands and pushed his tongue into the slit was not innocent in the slightest—he was powerful and wicked.
He couldn’t hold back this time. His hips rolling, he peaked when I did, giving out a muffled cry, then swallowing my seed. The chains slithered and whispered with the pulses of his ass around the jewel. I inhaled the scent of his cum, filling my mind with it. I should have been satisfied for at least a moment, but my arousal only grew.
“Rees, we’ll eat later. I need more of you.”
“Anything you want, my Lord.” He looked up at me, his eyes glazed with excitement, even as the floor between his knees glistened with the proof of his peak. Anything I want. Oh, he didn’t know what he was promising.
“The jewel you’re wearing. There’s one