Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Felix knew his eyes weren’t tricking him, and it hadn’t been the angle of the sunlight in the library that made Rainier’s face look thin. He had definitely lost weight, and he’d already been skinny before.

When Felix thought back over the past months, he realized he had never seen Rainier eat even once. The Prince had to go to lunch and dinner with his Mum, and she’d be infuriated if he invited a whore to the table, so of course, they never shared those meals.

Rainier never ate breakfast which Felix hadn’t considered too odd. Some people were like that, but he never snacked either. Felix sometimes felt like eating something small in the afternoon or after they went riding in the morning. Rainier sometimes even asked him if he wanted food and seemed intent on making sure his Kitten didn’t go hungry.

The Prince never ate anything around him. They’d gone to the Berries and Ballads a few more times, and Felix didn’t count wine as a snack. If he tried to share something, Rainier always said he wasn’t hungry. Even at the fair, he hadn’t bought himself a pastry, skewers, or anything. He drank plenty of water, but that was it.

He’d thought the Prince was one of those types who had trouble gaining weight, but he hadn’t expected to see him lose more. His cheeks were getting hollow, and Felix had noticed some of his shoulder bones in the back were more visible. His ribs were countable, and his hips jutted more than a few months ago especially when he laid on his back.

He seemed fine and had energy since they did activities together so Felix wasn’t sure if he should be worried or not. Sick people usually didn’t have much energy, right?

Two nights before their trip, Rainier did him slow and soft in bed, brought him to the brink three times, and forbade him from cumming. When he finally allowed it, Felix couldn’t have kept from shouting even if Rainier had offered him the whole treasury and all of the cacao nibs in the Kingdom.

Still naked, they fell asleep afterward. Felix woke up first in the morning and sat up. A loose, long black hair clung to his arm, and he plucked it off. Rainier was still asleep on his back with one arm flung out. The strain around his eyes usually smoothed out when he was having fun with Felix or when he was asleep.

It was often there when he returned from meals or doing something on his own.

Felix stared at his body for a moment. He was fine with skinny or even bony, but honestly, the Prince didn’t look healthy to him.

He decided to wait until he was eating breakfast since he didn’t want to hound Rainier as soon as he woke up.

Rainier sat on the couch and read while Felix ate next to him. Even with his coat on, he looked too thin.

“Hey, Rainier.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you feel alright?”

Rainier lowered his book. “I feel fine.”

Felix bit his lip. “You’ve lost weight since we got together.”

Rainier squinted. “I don’t think I’ve lost anything.”

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I do,” said Felix. “I don’t think it’s healthy to be that skinny.”

“I feel fine,” said Rainier. “If I did lose anything, I’m sure I’ll even out again.”

“But I’ve never seen you eat.”

“I’ve never been that big on food.”

Felix held out his plate. “Maybe you should have some breakfast.”

Rainier leaned over to kiss his cheek. “It’s yours, Kitten. Food in the morning never sits well with me.”

“Do you eat lunch and dinner?”

“Of course.” Rainier chuckled. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t eat. I tried gaining weight in my younger years, but that never worked. Trust me, if something was wrong, the physician would be stuffing me full of tinctures and food. You saw my cousin, Natalie. She’s always been skinny, and so has Mum. I guess it runs on her side of the family.”

When Felix pictured Natalie, she hadn’t been as skinny as Rainier was now. He finished his plate while he told himself to stop worrying. He acted and seemed all right, so maybe he was fine. Besides, if the Queen didn’t have the physician up here hounding him to eat, maybe nothing was wrong. She’d known and seen her own son far more than Felix.

“We should pack later,” said Rainier. “We’ll leave early tomorrow morning after you eat breakfast. It’ll take two days to get there, we’ll spend a day at Jolly Farms, and it’ll take two days to return, so pack for that.”

“Okay. Is it just us going?”

“One guard is going to tag along. I had to tell Mum I’ll be gone for a few days, so she won’t think I vanished, and she insisted on a guard.”

“Are you going to hire one like Lance?”

Rainier shook his head. “No. I don’t care to. I only had him in the first place because Mum wanted him and insisted. She seemed to have this sudden thought that someone would attack me or something in the city.” He rolled his eyes. “If she tries to stick one on me this time, I’m not having it because it was rather annoying at times that someone had to tag around after me.”

When they packed later that afternoon, Felix’s kitty stuff went into the bag too.

“Do you feel comfortable enough to fuck me while I’m gagged?” Felix sat on the bed by the packs once they were finished. “You brought one.”

Rainier leaned down to stroke under his chin. “Hmmm, you seem fine while wearing one now, and I think I will, but you’ll have your hands entirely free.”

“You should give me a strapping tonight while I’m gagged.” Felix smirked.

“You want that before riding? If you really want to feel it, I can paddle your ass too.”

Felix nodded. “My ass is pretty sturdy. Besides, my fear of not being able to speak started after a whipping so I think that’ll be a good way to see how I do.”

“We can do that.” Rainier smoothed his hair back.

***

Felix preferred being tied down for a whipping, especially if he was being punished although that was rare. Rainier didn’t restrain him, and once Felix was bent over the arm of the couch that night, he wasn’t scared at all and knew he could signal if needed.

“Spread your legs more, and stay still, Kitten,” Rainier warned him as he stroked Felix’s ass.

Felix spread his legs. Being bent over made the skin on his rear taunt, so he’d feel this even more. His cock was partially hard, and when Rainier snapped the folded strap behind him, it thickened even more.

Rainier warmed him up with gentle strikes that stung on his backside. Felix imagined how obscene he must look while bent over with his rear perked up and slowly pinkening under the strap. The Prince did it perfectly with a good ass rubbing every few cracks. When the snaps of leather against his bare flesh grew harder, he knew he probably wouldn’t get the gentle strokes anymore.

He bit down on the leather in his mouth a little to keep quiet. The paddling after this was going to hurt, but that excited him further. Sometimes, there was simply nothing like having a good ass beating.

When the strap came down where his thighs and ass met, he didn’t mean to jerk and move. Shit.

Rainier paused and touched the small of his back. “Didn’t I say to remain still, Kitten?”

Felix made a small noise of assent through the gag.

“After I’m done with the strap, I’m going to use the paddle, and then you’ll get two strokes of the cane,” Rainier said. “If you move again, you’ll get an extra two and spend thirty minutes in the corner while you hold a coin to the wall with your hands cuffed behind you.”

Felix flushed a little. That was a punishment for a brat, but it was fitting because it would keep him still.

“In fact, I think you will spend a little time in the corner after this. Do you understand me, Kitten?”

“Mhm.”

He focused extra hard on not moving when the strap hit where his arse and thighs met three more times, and he didn’t jerk, but shame still coiled in his belly. He’d been good so far, and Rainier wasn’t very strict with him at all.

When Rainier fetched the paddle from the table in front of the couch, Felix thought about extra cane strokes and being in the corner for thirty minutes with his wrists cuffed while he stared at the wall.

When the paddle, which had quite a few holes in it, smacked his bottom, he didn’t dare move a muscle. The heat and pain steadily built on top of his strapped arse. After the sixth, Rainier stopped, and Felix stayed in place. He heard the Prince walking toward the bedroom, and he knew the cane was coming.

When Rainier returned, he placed it across where the strap had made Felix jump, and he bit down on the gag.

“You’re getting two because you moved after I said not to."

Rainier hadn’t used the cane on him yet, but Felix hadn’t forgotten what it felt like. When it drew back, he bit down on the leather and kept his ass relaxed.

When the cane struck, the pain bit deep into the sensitive flesh, and he forced himself to take a deep breath as it radiated. Rainier gave him a good fifteen seconds before he tapped the cane on the seat of his arse to let him know that was the second spot.

The cane drew back, and a few seconds passed before it struck again.

He’d thought the first would be the worst because that part could be quite sensitive, but he had to bite down on the gag as the pain bit and radiated. He reminded himself to breathe.

Rainier’s hand was gentle on his backside. “Get on your knees, Kitten.”

Felix slipped down, and Rainier patted his head.

“You took that well, Kitten. I’m not mad at you, and I’m simply ensuring you learn your lesson. Go kneel in the corner with your hands behind your head. After five minutes, your punishment will be done. Crawl over.”

He pointed, and Felix hurried to obey him. His sore rear protested, and once he was upright on his knees, he laced his fingers together behind his head and stared at the wall.

Not once had Felix been frightened despite the gag. Disappointed in himself? Yes, but not scared. The caning had been nothing like Lance’s. He’d even added on an extra at the last second. Rainier had been very specific about it.

“Come here, Kitten,” Rainier said once his five minutes were up.

Felix crawled over, and the Prince patted his lap, so he got up on the couch. Rainier guided him to drape himself over his legs, and he stroked Felix’s hair.

“You took your punishment very well, and I’m proud of you. You’ll stay still in the future if I say so, right?”

Felix nodded.

“It’s important to stay still not just because I said so, but because it’s also safer when I’m striking you with an implement.”

Felix knew that. Depending on how someone moved, little accidents could happen such as the implement wrapping around the person’s hip. That would cause a pain he didn’t like.

Rainier unbuckled the gag to pull it out. “You’re good at not clenching either. I noticed that the last time I strapped you.”

Felix turned a little to look at him. “I used to sometimes.”

“But you learned not to?”

“A client noticed I did, and he said I shouldn’t, so I asked one of the whores to teach me how to stop. He tied me down and gave me a lesson that involved a fat piece of ginger in my hole and a caning. I never clenched again after I felt that burning.”

Rainier chuckled. “I bet you didn’t.”

Felix laughed. “Am I going to be forbidden to cum?”

“No. Your punishment’s over. I don’t add extras later. You did well with the gag too, so you’re feeling better with that?”

“Yeah.”

“I just want to make sure.”

Felix moved to straddle Rainier’s lap and kiss him. He’d taken the issue with the gag slower than Felix thought was necessary, and it was for his own peace of mind too, but it made a little warm glow in his chest. No one had ever taken such good care of him.

***

Even though they’d fucked before going to sleep, Felix wanted him again in the morning, and he woke the Prince by going down on him.

He listened to the little noises the Prince made with his head thrown back as he stimulated each of the piercings. His cock leaked, but he focused on Rainier’s as he drew back to swirl his tongue around the head and taste the pre-cum.

“I love sucking your cock,” Felix mumbled before he took it down his throat. The Prince’s moan only made his own leak more.

“I need your ass,” Rainier said after a few minutes.

Keeping the length in his mouth, Felix shifted himself more to the side and took the Prince’s hand to guide it to his ass. Rainier’s eyes widened a bit when he felt his Kitten’s hole was stretched and slick with oil.

“You were busy while I was sleeping."

"Mhm."

"Get on top of me, Kitten.”

Felix finally lifted his head so he could straddle the Prince and work the head of his cock in. He inched down, and after each piercing entered him, he gave a little squeeze. Rainier’s hips flexed each time as gripped the sheet like he wanted to thrust up.

He spread his arms out. “Play with yourself while you ride and please your Prince.”

Felix rode him hard and fast. The sight of Rainier with his dark hair spread out on his pillow wasn’t something he’d forget anytime soon. He gripped his cock to stroke himself and twisted one of his pierced nipples. Little darts of pleasure shot through him as he used his legs to keep himself steady. In that position, the piercings couldn’t stroke his prostate, but he still felt every one on his rim when he lifted or lowered himself.

“You’re beautiful, Kitten,” Rainier breathed as he kept twitching his hips.

Felix played with the ring through the head of his cock while he kept pinching and fiddling with the little bars through his nipples. Even though he hadn’t been sucked beforehand, his nuts started to tighten as his breathing picked up.

“Cum on your owner’s cock, Kitten.” Rainier grabbed his pet’s hips like he couldn’t help himself, and he reached for Felix’s other nipple.

“Fuck-Rainier.”

The Prince twisted the piercing, and with Felix stimulating the other two, it was almost too much as he slammed himself down. His cum shot across the Prince’s stomach while he tensed and stroked himself. Rainier jerked his hips up as he groaned.

“That’s it, Kitten.”

Felix moaned as his hole was filled, and Rainier squeezed his hip.

“Rainier,” Felix managed to get out. The orgasm started to ebb, and the last of his cum streaked the Prince’s stomach. Rainier gave a last upward thrust before they both stilled.

“You certainly woke me up."

Felix chuckled as he looked down at his cum. The Prince’s stomach was rather hollow, and his ribs stuck out more since he was laying on his back.

“Lick up your cream, Kitten.”