Chapter Forty-Five

Vince Treats Crossbody Like a Filthy Slut

Crossbody

I couldn’t contain the shudder of pleasure that rippled down my spine.

Maybe there was something wrong with me—to be a prince, a member of fae royalty, who loved being bossed around in this way. Who loved being humiliated and degraded and called a filthy slut and ordered to crawl naked on my hands and knees.

Maybe I shouldn’t want these things. But I did. And so did he.

So I slowly leaned forward onto my hands and started to crawl.

Vince’s eyes gleamed as he watched me come closer, fingers tightening around his hard cock and stroking absently. I kept my gaze locked on his, trying to guess what he was going to make me do when I reached him.

He looked like an almost colourless blot of calm amidst the gaudiness of my former bedroom. A lean, nude figure of greys and whites and blacks against the lilac and pink and gold. Something about it, about him, soothed me in a way nothing else ever had. He somehow made me feel both settled and like my insides were swirling in a chaos of emotions. Of lust and passion and frustration and all the things I’d never felt so keenly before I met him.

I’d meant it. What I said to Ianthe.

I loved him.

He cupped my chin when I reached him, smoothing his thumb over my lower lip. I couldn’t stop myself from turning my cheek to nuzzle his palm and press a reverent kiss there, and I heard his breath hitch.

“Good boy.” He tilted my chin up so I could see his face and smiled down at me as he finally revealed what was behind his back. “Now you’re going to put this on for me.”

My lips parted on a stunned breath as I took in the collar he was holding out. As well as…

“Is… is that a leash?”

“Uh-huh.” He smirked down at me.

Tongue darting out to wet my lips, I quickly nodded and reached up with trembling hands to gather my hair and hold it away from my neck. Vince swiftly fastened the plain black collar around my neck, fixed the leash to it and kissed the top of my head before straightening.

“Fuck, that looks…” He fingered the collar, then ran his thumb along my jaw. “Feel okay? It’s not too tight?”

I shook my head. “It feels fine. It… I like it,” I whispered, which made him smile wickedly.

“I knew you would, baby.” He was still holding something, but I couldn’t make out what it was as he swiped up the champagne bottle from the floor and started walking toward the bed. “Come on.”

My prick jerked when I had no choice but to follow, the leash gradually pulling taut. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I crawled after him on my hands and knees, watching as he lazily swigged champagne, his thin, pale fingers holding the end of the leash in a loose grip.

He knew he didn’t need to tug or use any force. That technically, he didn’t even need the leash to get me to follow him—to crawl after him on my hands and knees just because he’d told me to. That confidence, bordering on arrogance, made me so unbearably aroused that I almost started to pant.

He glanced down with a smirk. “You look good down there, your highness.”

I bit back a whimper. Gods, what if a member of palace staff walked in on me like this?

Why did the idea make my prick even harder?

Vince got onto the bed and lounged back against the headboard, the bottle of champagne now resting on the bedside table. He tugged lightly on my leash until I climbed onto the mattress and knelt opposite, between his splayed legs, before he tugged again so I would lean forward and he could kiss me.

I moaned helplessly as his tongue slicked into my mouth, my prick throbbing from the way he kept my leash pulled taut so I couldn’t forget about it. Soon I was breathing faster against his lips, desperately kissing him back, too distracted to notice at first that he’d gathered my hands and pinned my wrists together behind my back until they were suddenly restrained.

I moaned in surprise, my eyes popping open as Vince drew back from the kiss and shot me a wicked grin. When I parted my lips to speak, he held something else up, making me freeze and stay completely silent.

A ball gag.

My wide eyes darted to his, seeing the question in his gaze. When I nodded quickly, he grinned again and gave me one last deep kiss before rasping, “Open.”

My heart pounding, I parted my lips wider until he could slot the rubber ball comfortably between my teeth. I had a brief moment of worrying about my fangs and the damage they might cause as he secured the gag in place, but all thoughts fled when Vince leaned back against the headboard and stared at me, almost slack-jawed, fisting his cock to give it a rough stroke.

“Jesus, you look good.” He reluctantly tore his gaze from my dripping cock to look me in the eyes. “If you want to stop at any point, just dig your knee into my side, okay?”

I nodded again, impatiently this time, wanting him to do whatever he was going to do. I was gagged, restrained and leashed.

I’d never been this turned on in my life.

My chest was heaving with my fast breaths, skin growing hot and damp as I stared at Vince, waiting. All he did at first was stare back, before reaching for the champagne bottle and taking another gulp as his gaze roamed over me.

When I’d ordered the food and champagne earlier, he’d also asked for cigarettes, saying he indulged occasionally. If he’d been anyone else, I would have told him to fuck off if he thought he could smoke in my bedroom, but it was Vince, so I’d simply obliged. Not that we had cigarettes here like he was used to, but some fae did smoke a similar herb that was dried and used to make hand-rolled cigarettes.

Now, he plucked one from the tin and lit it with a match, then lounged back against the headboard and smirked at me with it held between his lips.

“You’ll really let me do anything I want, won’t you?” he murmured, then exhaled a stream of aniseed-scented smoke as I nodded quickly. “You’re just a desperate, cock-hungry little slut, aren’t you?” I nodded again. “You just want to get fucked, don’t you?”

Another eager nod, my cock bucking and dripping pre-cum onto the bed. Vince tapped his cigarette against the ashtray and urged me to shift higher until I was straddling his hips, helping to steady me when I wobbled a little, my hands still securely fastened at my lower back.

A hoarse whimper escaped me when he grabbed the bottle of lube he’d brought and squirted some directly onto my cock. Then a louder, more ragged moan tore from my throat as he fisted me in his free hand and began to stroke, making every inch slippery.

“Don’t move,” he rasped, gaze focused on what he was doing to me as he continued to smoke his cigarette.

My lashes fluttered, eyes threatening to roll back as I tried to keep perfectly still. But my hips kept twitching, wanting to thrust into the tight grip of his fist. My fingers flexed at my lower back, making the muscles in my arms and shoulders bunch with tension. I was breathing fast and hard around the ball gag already, and the slick sound of his fist stroking my cock was making me light-headed with lust.

I realised I was moaning with every breath when Vince chuckled around his cigarette, looking completely relaxed as he lounged against the headboard and watched me try not to fall apart. I started to shake, my head falling back as I gave in and let my hips jerk forward, chasing his pumping fist.

He tutted and immediately let go, making me shudder with a whimper that turned into a choked breath when I felt slick fingers sliding between my legs, over my tight sac and taint to my hole. A guttural sound left me when Vince slowly pushed a finger inside, watching me hungrily through a cloud of smoke.

“Feel good?” he rasped, huffing in amusement when I nodded frantically. He carefully tunnelled a second finger inside and asked, “Wish it was my cock already?”

Another feverish nod as I panted around the gag and writhed back onto his fingers. Vince chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to my neck before his tongue emerged to snake down and flick one of my nipples. I jolted with a hoarse whimper, clenching around his fingers and making him groan.

Sitting back, he took one last long drag of his cigarette and grinned at me through the smoke as he stubbed it out, then had another swig of champagne, all while I writhed and whined breathlessly around the gag as he pumped his fingers inside me.

“Want my cock now?” he asked casually, laughing when I moaned and feverishly nodded. “Not yet. One more finger first.”

My eyes rolled back when he pushed three inside. I was aware that I was already making a decent amount of noise and we were in a palace full of keen-eared fae, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wasn’t ashamed of my relationship—or whatever this was—with Vince.

I realised, in that moment, that I wasn’t ashamed of any of it. What I wanted, what I enjoyed, what I needed. I’d worn some form of shame like a second skin for so long now—shame over being the son my mother couldn’t stand, shame over fleeing from my title and responsibilities, shame over secretly longing for things I thought I shouldn’t want—that it felt almost too raw to shed it, like my skin had been scoured clean.

I let out a sobbing moan around the gag, my wild gaze meeting Vince’s. I didn’t know if he saw something in my eyes, but his expression softened. He pulled his fingers free and fumbled with the lube to slick up his cock, then held it upright by the base and dug his fingers into my hip.

“Now.” His voice was ragged, breaths coming faster, and he helped when I repositioned myself, wobbling unsteadily on my trembling knees, my balance off with my arms tied behind my back.

But I managed to line myself up with his waiting cock, my core muscles tense and bulging as I kept myself at the right angle. Vince grunted when I pushed back, the head of his cock slowly tunnelling inside until, in a rush, I sank down a couple of inches and we both groaned.

His hands settled on my quaking thighs and squeezed. The leash was looped around his wrist, and with a grin he gripped it and gave it a teasing tug. “Ride my dick ’til I tell you to stop, your highness.”

A low groan escaped me around the gag. My thigh muscles tensing, I began rocking on and off his cock, taking more of it until I felt his hips against me. Vince hissed in pleasure when I clenched around him, his full length buried deep.

It was strangely erotic to be slightly off balance as I slid up and down his cock in small rocking motions. Like even though I was the one on top of him, controlling the movement and speed, he still had most of the power.

I loved it.

I started moving faster, my breaths leaving me in shallow little spurts around the gag, my lust-glazed eyes locked with Vince’s. My core and thigh muscles started to burn, but I didn’t slow or stop. I wouldn’t. Not unless he told me to.

He chuckled when a trembling moan tore from my throat and my fangs punctured the ball gag, sinking into the rubber. My chest was heaving, sweat was running down my temples, my arms were starting to ache from being restrained and my untouched cock was agonisingly hard and dripping all over Vince’s stomach. But I still didn’t stop, working even harder to bring him pleasure, to make him come. Trying to show him, in this way, how I felt about him, when the words still seemed too terrifying to say out loud.

Vince clicked his tongue in sympathy and smoothed a hand over my tense abs. “Starting to burn, huh?”

I nodded because I didn’t want to lie to him, but I still didn’t stop moving, riding his cock at a fast, frantic pace that made him clench his jaw and groan through his teeth.

In a rush, he sat up and tugged on my leash, sending me toppling toward the mattress with a panicked squawk. Cool hands grasped my hips and manoeuvred me with an edge of feral desperation until I was on my knees, my ass in the air and my cheek pressed to the bed, my hands still restrained at the small of my back.

And the leash still around my neck.

Vince planted a foot on the mattress by my knee and grabbed my ass, kneading restlessly as he pushed his cock back inside. A garbled moan tore from me, and I craned my neck back from the jarring rush of pleasure. I heard him chuckle as he tightened his grip on the leash to keep me in that position, just enough for me to feel it.

“Imagine if all the fae who think you’re gonna be their king one day could see you now,” he said breathlessly, slamming his cock inside me hard and fast, jolting my whole body on the bed as I moaned deliriously. “Gagged, leashed and moaning like a desperate slut with a ghoul dick up your ass.”

My eyes rolled back in my head. I started rocking back onto his cock, doubling the impact of each thrust. Vince grunted, digging his fingers into me harder as his thrusts grew erratic. He leaned down and kissed my spine, then made his way up between my shoulder blades, and my entire body stiffened with almost fearful anticipation.

I cried out around the gag when I felt the soft wetness of his tongue against my wing slit. Vince groaned against me, sending vibrations through my skin and making me shudder with near overwhelming sensitivity. My hips began to jerk, my cock tingling between my legs as it grew even stiffer. My moans grew faster and choppier and more frantic with my breaths, and I curled my fingers into fists where they were restrained at my lower back.

I was only vaguely aware of Vince beginning to shake and grunt with every manic thrust as my entire body seized up with an explosion of pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my hot forehead to the bed, my throat bobbing against the collar from my hoarse, muffled cries.

“F-fuck,” Vince gritted out as I clenched around him in rapid flutters while my cock shot onto the bed. “Jesus, you’re so f-fucking—”

He cut himself off with a strained groan, his cock bucking inside me and his long fingers clawing at my hips as they trembled. I was moaning softly when he finally stopped coming, delivering one last firm thrust with a grunt that made me grin around the gag.

My eyelids felt heavy with satiation as I moaned in relief and relaxed against the bed. I could feel the tremor going through Vince’s body as he carefully pulled free, then hurried to untie my wrists, still catching his breath, before giving them a gentle rub.

He unclipped the gag and reached around to gently tug it from my mouth. Heat crept into my cheeks when I realised how much drool was coating my chin. My fangs tingled, jaw aching a little, so I stretched it side to side as he turned me onto my back and finally unbuckled the collar around my neck.

When he saw the delirious smile stretching my mouth, he huffed in amusement and wiped the spit off my chin with his thumb. “Feel good?”

“Mmm.” I smiled wider and stretched out my limbs, sure that if I closed my eyes, I’d be asleep in moments, even though it was still the middle of the day.

Vince smoothed a hand over my chest as he leaned down and kissed me, nestling himself between my splayed thighs. I sighed into his mouth, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his neck when the kiss eventually ended.

“You okay?” he murmured, smoothing a hand over my messy hair.

I smiled into his neck and nodded.

Against all the odds—being back here, knowing I had to face my mother in mere hours, almost being forced into a marriage I didn’t want—I was okay.

Because of him.