Chapter 9

K erys whimpered as I pinched her nipples. My balls tightened, my cock straining against my pants.

A fraction of me had been afraid of her rejecting me, afraid she wasn't my Kerys after all, and my touch would leave her cold. But she reacted just as I remembered, just as I hoped.

Shit, I would have given up all my riches to see that expression on her face, to hear the desperate, wanton sounds leaving her throat.

Brows drawn, biting her lip, heavy-lidded gaze—she was ravishing.

My hands and my commands turned her into my defenseless prey. She was scared, confused, didn't understand her reaction to me. But as she spread her legs for me, a patch of wetness staining her smallclothes, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to push her further into the depravity lurking within her heart.

I knew it was there.

It was me who had shown that darkness to her, led her down this same dangerous path when we first met, stolen kisses and forbidden touches. I turned her debased desires from a harmless ember into a roaring fire, consuming us both.

And tonight, I'd do it again.

I slid a hand between her knees, along her milky inner thigh. "From now on, while we're like this, you'll call me master. And your master wants to know everything about you, Ella. Every dirty secret. Every naughty fantasy. We're good at hiding behind our words, but our bodies always tell the truth. The quiver of a tendon. The hectic pulse ticking at your neck."

One hand encasing her throat, my other traced the seam of her panties. I drew up to her mound, then down again, and she shivered with heat. She was frozen, lust and fear warring in her shining eyes.

"You're terrified, I know," I said. "You don't understand why you want this so badly. But tell me, am I going to find your pretty cunt already wet for me?"

I knew she was soaked, but I wanted her to admit it, say it out loud. She stayed quiet, and I let go of her neck.

My wife needed to learn to respect our dynamic again when we played like this, to respond when I asked, to submit without question. Outside of the bedroom, she was my equal. More than that, she was my Goddess, her word, her needs and her wants were my gospel.

In the bedroom, she was my whore.

I reared my hand back and struck her cheek. Not too hard, but hard enough to sting, and my dick jerked as she yelped. She always sounded sweetest in agony.

"Use your words. Answer me right now," I hissed. "And don't you dare lie to me, or I will punish you in front of all these people."

She gulped, eyes flicking around the room as if she'd forgotten where we were. A few guests had turned their heads toward us, no longer interested in the fire breather on stage, juggling five torches to the rhythm of the drum.

I smirked. This was a bold move, but Kerys used to love an audience. I never would have shared her with anyone—not a century ago, and not now. Yet I got a kick out of showing her off, letting all these losers know that she was mine, that they could never have her.

And it reminded me of our first time.

It was a midnight act of desperate passion. Before came weeks of secret yearning while her husband had me lay out the day's most precious finds for her to appraise and pick out the gems best suited for her enchantments. I'd held back then, knowing it would endanger both our lives if I gave in to the perfervid attraction drawing me toward her with tidal force.

I thought I was dreaming when she appeared in the barracks like a wraith, wordlessly dragging me behind a tool shed in the mining pit. She was scared then, too, that same look on her face, but just like now, she didn't stop. Didn't want me to stop, either.

Nerves flickered along my spine as I remembered how we got caught in the act by some of the other prisoners returning from the night shift.

I'd expected Kerys to be ashamed, but she begged me to keep taking her, squeezing my dick tighter while they watched, jerking off to the sight of me fucking her. The memory alone made me so hard it hurt, but I had a feeling this time would be even better, our reunion sweetened by separation.

"Respond, Ella, or I'll do far worse than just slap you," I growled.

"Y-yes, master."

I scoffed. "Not good enough. You want a proper audience? Is that it?"

She stuttered vehement no's, but I didn't care. I knew the truth, and I would make her see it, too.

In a come-hither gesture, I waved a hand at the nearest rows of guests. Two dozen or so approached, standing at the bottom of the platform, hungry eyes gawking at Kerys. They formed a ring around us, cutting us off from the room, and she averted her gaze to the floor.

I addressed the onlookers with iron authority in my voice. "You can watch, but you can't touch. If any of you lay a finger on her, you'll lose the entire arm and then your fucking head. That's a promise. Nobody touches my property. Got it?"

The crowd murmured in agreement.

I gripped Kerys's chin, forcing her to look at the group of voyeurs licking their lips as if she was a slab of meat for them to devour. "Now tell everyone how wet you are for me, Ella. Tell them how much you love getting tied up by your master."

"Creators," she wheezed, but I wouldn't be satisfied until she answered, even if it was in gasps. "I love when you b-bind me, master. I'm already dripping for you."

My hand slid under her panties, and her hips bucked as I spread her slick, velvet folds. "That's my good girl, finally telling the truth."

My cock ached for her as I twisted two fingers inside her cunt, and it welcomed me, clenching around me. Goose bumps cascaded down my back. I knew I would have all of her later, but my self-control had never been tested like this.

A few guests began touching themselves, faces flushed and mouths agape as they watched me fingerfuck my wife with slow and steady movements. Too slow and steady for her.

"More please, master," she whined, hips rolling. "Faster, please!"

I loved satisfying her, always did. But I loved making her beg so much more, and with me, she had to earn her orgasms.

"You think you can make demands?" I laughed as I shook my head. "Oh, no. You need to learn your place, Ella."

I pulled out, leaving her mewling and keening. With a swift kick, my foot met the table, sending it flying down the steps. Glass shattered and guests jeered, jumping aside.

I grabbed Kerys by the hair, dragging her off the sofa. The wide-eyed shock etched on her features had pre-cum leaking from my throbbing length as I pushed her to the floor.

"On your knees," I snarled. "I'll fill your bratty whore mouth with my dick until you've learned your damn lesson."

My free hand found my crotch, yanking to unlace the front of my pants and pull out my erection.

"You even have jewelry there ?" Kerys gasped, jaw dropping as she peered at the four little spheres of gold, sitting on the ends of crossing rods piercing the head of my cock.

How adorable .

A smirk tugged on my lips. I'd hoped she'd like them.

"They're not the only ones." Her gaze followed as my other hand trailed along my shaft, all the way to the bottom, and I flicked the horizontal piercing sitting on the underside, right above my balls. "And you're going to take all of me into your tight throat, all the way until you can taste both piercings on your tongue."

Her lips parted to respond, but I didn't give her a chance to speak and shoved her head down.

I forced myself inside her mouth. Her hot throat convulsed around me, and I took a few long, deep breaths to not come in an instant. She gagged, eyes tearing as she struggled to pull away, but with her hands bound and my hold on her hair, it was futile.

"That's right, my little slut, choke on my dick," I groaned, throwing my head back. "You can act like you don't want it, but I know your cunt is sopping wet."

The crowd hissed in laughter as I moved her head up and down, sloppy drool dripping over her chin. She moaned with each squelching thrust, and I knew I couldn't last much longer. The plush softness of her lips, the spasms of her inner muscles …

Heat radiated in my chest. I'd abstained for a century because I couldn't bear to defile her memory. Because I wanted nobody else, and no handsome man or beautiful woman could rouse my heart.

A confession rose in my throat, gentle words unbefitting of this depraved act, but I swallowed them.

I love you, Keryssa .

No, they weren't truly unbefitting. This was another way of me showing my affection, giving her what she craved.

But I had seen the look on her face, the doubt darkening her eyes when I told her that I loved her earlier. She'd asked me to, wanted to believe it, but she didn't … and as much as it hurt me, I couldn't blame her.

And though she didn't know it yet, I had the rest of our lives to convince her of my sincerity, prove how much I cared.

My tail slithered along her rear, between her legs, under her panties. She flinched as it rubbed across her slit, making her feel each of the piercings while I lubricated myself with her overflowing wetness.

"Have you ever been fucked with a tail?" I asked. "It's supposed to be one of the most pleasurable sensations. Incomparable, or so I've been told."

I positioned the tip at her entrance, and her pussy twitched. Slowly, I pushed forward, each golden ring sending a shiver through her. My tail writhed like a snake inside her, touching every sensitive spot, coaxing pleasure from every nerve ending.

I knew exactly how to drive her wild with desire.

She squirmed, dulled moans vibrating against my cock in her mouth. I slid from her lips, allowing her a few breaths.

"Don't get distracted, Ella," I scolded. "Keep licking and sucking your master, and you might earn an orgasm."

"Yes, maste?—"

With a smirk, I forced her head down again. And my wife, my good girl, did exactly as she was told.

She worked my length with her eager tongue, circling, nudging. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, and my eyes rolled. No one gave head like she did. It was like worship, like she was serving her king.

It didn't take long until my hips stuttered. A feverish shudder rippled through me as my cock pulsed, shooting my cum into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, and if it was physically possible, I would have finished again, just from watching her throat bob, knowing she was drinking my seed.

My dick might have needed a break, but that didn't mean I couldn't continue fucking her.

Kerys coughed as I yanked her up. My tail coiled around her panties, ripping them off and dropping them on the ground. Her body was limp like a marionette with her strings cut as I sat her down on my lap, legs bent at the knees, facing me.

I pushed my tail between her thighs, the tip sticking up from underneath like a phallus, and gripped her hips. My fingers bruising her flesh, I raised her above my tail and impaled her pussy on it with a single, downward motion.

Her lashes fluttered as she groaned. I bounced her up and down, her small tits jiggling with each thrust, her cunt clenching hard around me. My tail was drenched in her wetness, making it shine like glass.

She was on top, but I was in control.

I couldn't look away from her face, flushed and twisting with desire. A sheen of sweat made her skin shimmer like diamond dust, and I licked across her cheek, savoring the salt before I kissed her lips and tasted myself on them.

"You may come now, my priceless treasure," I whispered. "I'm feeling generous tonight, so I will grant you a single climax. You have exactly ten seconds to come screaming my name, or I'll let everyone here use you as their fucktoy."

"W-would you … r-really—" she stammered, and I wasn't sure if she actually believed my baseless threat, but I doubled down.

"Disobey, and you'll find out," I growled, slamming her down hard on my tail before jerking her upward again and down. Up and down.

Then I started to count, beginning at ten, and on two, she shattered.

A violent orgasm ripped through her, and I wished it was my cock buried inside her convulsing cunt. She collapsed forward against my chest, shaking, crying out a single word, over and over.

No, a name.

Skrain .

My heart was bursting as I held her. Like an invisible mark, I smelled myself all over her face, and I smiled while my digits threaded through her hair. Carefully, I untied the knot holding her wrists, and the rope loosened, falling away. Tension left her body, her shoulders dropping.

I snapped my fingers. "Guards, lead the guests away. Leave us. The show is over."

Kerys's eyes closed as I massaged her, rubbing along the rope imprints on her arms. I didn't want to think it was just the post-orgasm bliss making her trust in my embrace, making her trust me to keep her safe when she was unguarded like this. I held out hope that she knew she belonged in my arms, our bodies meant to meld like this every day for the rest of our lives.

"You're worth every copper," I whispered, snickering.

"Maybe I should be the one paying you ." She giggled. "This was incredible, Skrain. You are incredible."

"Oh, you've seen nothing yet. I haven't even shown you half the fun I have planned for us," I quipped, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Rest for a moment. Then Emily will help you to clean up. The night isn't over, and I have no intention of letting you go."