14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Korbin

R ook hadn't stopped laughing at me. He was perched on the end of our bed with his hand over his mouth trying to suppress his giggles, but I could hear them trying to escape around his fingers.

"It's not that funny."

He snorted. "It is a little. You came in your pants like an overeager teenager."

"Her magic is powerful. I'd like to see you try and resist." And it was powerful, more powerful than I thought it would be.

The sheets rustled as Rook stood from the bed and the sound of his soft footsteps grew closer. "You're worried."

"Yes."

He stood behind me and pulled me against him, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Talk to me."

"She worries me," I said as I leant into his embrace. "I don't think she knows just how powerful she has the potential to be."

"I've felt it, too. There's a darkness lurking there that seems… unpredictable."

"She was also talking to someone."

"When?"

"When she was in the grips of hunger. I don't know who it was, but I think it helped her."

Rook stroked his fingers through my hair. "Who could it be?"

"No idea. Not sure she should trust it, though. Nothing good comes of talking to voices."

"And then there's the giant raven. What the hell is that about?"

I hummed in response, my fingers stroking the warm skin of his forearms. "I think whatever is going on with her is more than Necromancy."

"That would make sense, but what are we going to do?"

"I think we just need to be cautious. Patient."

Rook groaned and it made me chuckle. He was never one for being patient. "The answers will present themselves when they are ready to be understood."

"I hate it when you talk in riddles," he said with a purse of his lips.

"Baby boy, don't lie to me."

"Sorry," he grumbled.

I turned around and brought my hands up to his throat. His body instantly relaxed in my hold, his years of training instantly turning him to putty in my hands.

I put a touch of pressure on the soft spot beneath his ear and heard his breath hitch.

"Apologise like you mean it."

He swallowed and I felt the movement against the palm of my hand.

"I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me."

I hummed in acceptance of his apology. "Run me a shower, baby boy. Then you can clean me."

"Can I join you?"

"No."

"But—"

I squeezed his throat tighter, cutting off his words. "No buts. You shouldn't have laughed and then doubted me. Now you will be punished for it."

"Yes, Master." He bowed his head as he pulled away and went to turn on the shower, sulking with every step he took.

I couldn't help but smile. He was so predictable sometimes that I didn't even need my foresight to see how he'd react. I followed him into the bathroom and felt the heat of the steam brush against my face.

I stopped in front of the shower. "Take off my clothes."

His hands moved swiftly over my body, almost with a clinical touch, as he removed my clothes. He was doing so well at not letting his touch linger and my cock was taking notice.

I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run down my skin. I could feel the heat of Rook's eyes trail the water over my torso, down the curve of my hip, the length of my erect cock. It was a heady feeling having him in my power like this. Knowing that he wanted to touch me but was restraining himself just because I told him to.

"Roll up your sleeves and wash me, Rook."

I heard the swish of the material as he pushed his sleeves up his arms, a break in the fall of the water as he moved closer, then felt the soft touch of his fingers as he brushed the soap against my skin. He was methodical in task, slow and steady, and I could sense the restraint in his muscles as he stopped himself from doing what he really wanted to.

He cleaned me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, washing away the dried cum on abs. There wasn't an inch of me that he left untouched.

"I've finished," he said, placing the soap back on the shelf.

"Thank you," I said as I stepped towards him and gripped his chin. "Have you finished being a bad little boy?"

"Yes," he replied, his tone a little breathy.

"Good. Now strip and get in here."

I'd never heard him move so fast. In seconds he was crowding me back against the wall, the tiles cold against my back. I grabbed his wrists, spinning him and pressing his front against the cool tiles. He gasped as his skin touched the porcelain. I kicked his legs wide and pressed his wrists into the small of his back, pinning him in place.

The water pummelled against my back as I pressed in against him. I gripped his wrists tighter, pushed against his back harder until he could feel the bite of pain constricting his ribs. "Not today, baby boy. Today I'm going to fuck this tight little ass until you're screaming my name."

With my free hand, I trailed a line across the curve of his ass cheek so softly that it would barely register as a touch. I wanted him focussed on the pain. I wanted my touch to feel like a fucking tease.

"Korbin," he begged. "Please."

"You beg so prettily," I hummed.

He squirmed against the tiles, trying to find some friction and relief. I couldn't have that.

I brought my hand down on his ass and the sound was a loud crack that echoed in the large shower stall.

A yelp that morphed into a groan left his lips. "Fuck."

I spanked him again. "No curse words, baby."

"Sorry."

"My, you have been a naughty boy today. Perhaps I shouldn't let you cum."

He whimpered and squirmed in my hold. "Please. I'll be good."

"I know you will," I said as I slid my finger down his ass crack towards my prize. "Stay still while I work you open."

His fingers flexed beneath my hand, and I felt him relax against the wall.

"Good boy." Then I thrust two fingers deep inside him without warning.

He exhaled fast and violent, like he was retching up oxygen, but he didn't move. He just stood there and took the assault, letting me work him open until he was ready to take my dick.

"Korbin."

My name was a choke escaping his throat.

"You ready for me, baby?"

"Yes."

"Want my dick in your tight little hole?" I pushed against his prostate, loving the way he quivered beneath my touch.

"Fill me up," he begged. "Own me."

I pulled my fingers out and lined the head of my cock up with his entrance. "That's right, baby. This ass is mine."

Then I pushed inside him with one, long steady thrust. The achingly familiar feel of him wrapped around me and a growl left my lips. It was moments like this that I wished I could see. I could feel his desire humming under his skin, hear his reactions, but oh, how I wished I could see the way he looked in the throes of pure pleasure.

"You feel so good," I rasped out.

"Harder," he breathed. "Give it to me harder. Make it hurt ."

He didn't need to tell me twice. I yanked his wrists higher up his back, forcing him onto his tiptoes and bent my knees a little, making sure I brushed that sensitive spot with every harsh thrust. My pace quickened and the sounds echoing in the room were obscene . Skin slapping skin. Breaths mingling. Grunts. Groans. Rook's whimpers as he got close. It was a euphoric symphony, building to an overwhelming crescendo.

"Come with me, baby boy." I wrapped my hand around his dick, loving how hot and heavy it felt in my hand.

I pumped him in time with my thrusts, hard and fast, until he screamed my name.

His cum poured all over my hand, and the feel of his body trembling beneath mine tipped me over the edge. I rocked into him a few more times, prolonging my orgasm and letting the electric sensation of it thrum through my veins.

I carded my hands through his long, wet hair. "Love you, baby boy."

"Love you too." I could hear the smile in his words. "I hope Nox does training with Raevyn because all I want to do is curl up in bed with you."

"One short cuddle. I dread to think what Nox will do if we leave her alone with him for too long."

He laughed and then placed a bottle in my hand. "I think it's your turn to clean me."

I gave his ass a playful spank and set myself to work making sure every inch of him was clean.