Chapter Twenty-Five

While Vax was gone, I went down to the bathroom and showered, then dressed. The dressing room was next to the bathroom, through that second door. But Vax wasn't there either. I went downstairs and searched the rest of the apartments. No Sea King. That stung.

In all the time we'd been playing this game, he hadn't left the apartments without me. Vax had been focused on me. Leaving me alone only when one of us had to see to our private bodily needs. We ate together, bathed together, and he even dressed me. After that first night spent partially on the floor, I had slept beside him. Sometimes in his arms, sometimes next to him, and once between his thighs, under the covers. That had been a fun night. He kept waking me up and commanding me to suck his cock.

But he had never left like that.

I tried to see it as an improvement. A sign that Vax was close to forgiving me. But that was difficult to do with the memory of his cold expression haunting me.

When I went back up to the bedroom, I was shocked to find that it had been returned to its former glory. The bed frame had been replaced, this one formed of crimson coral. I liked it better than the old black. Matching bedside tables held vases of fresh flowers, a group of chairs and a couch stood near the balcony, and the bed linens had been changed. There was even a display cabinet full of . . .

"What the fuck?" I went closer to the black-lacquered cabinet and ignored the beautiful shell inlays decorating it to stare at the items on the glass shelves. "Did he really put his sex toys on display in a fucking cabinet?"

Yup. The shelves held sexual aids. They were beautiful, even artistic, but still. What the fuck? Who did that shit? I gaped at the glass dildos and the gold mouth stretcher that shone under the cabinet's light, then gawked at a long gold bar encrusted with jewels. There were straps at both ends to secure someone's ankles and hold their legs apart. My legs. Colorful gems were strung in increasingly larger spheres, the biggest making me cringe. There was something made of leather strips bound into a bundle and secured in a handle. Crystal, gold, and silver butt plugs in various sizes were lined up like soldiers, some with jewels embedded in the end and some with tails attached. There were also more phallic objects, but in odd shapes.

"What kind of dick is that?" I muttered.

"It's based on a Frellen's cock," Vax said as he stepped up beside me.

I flinched away from the cabinet and stared at him. "You're back."

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed," he said.

"Vax, we need to talk."

"I didn't tell you to get dressed, slave!" Vax snarled. "Now, take off your fucking clothes and get on the bed!"

"No!" I shouted back.

He narrowed his eyes at me.

I sighed. "I'll do whatever you want. If you want to fuck me again, fine. But I'd rather talk to you. I want some conversation beyond sex talk. Don't you want to talk to me? Or am I really just a bed slave to you now?"

Vaxarion's eyes twitched. He jerked open the cabinet and selected one of the items—that fucking Frellen dick.

I shook my head at it. Frellen were nasty creatures, more animal than man. They had a habit of abducting people, raping them, and eating them. Why anyone would make a dildo based on their cocks was . . . yeah, all right. It was an impressive dick with fascinating ridges and a spear-shaped tip that would penetrate an ass nicely. So maybe there was one good thing about Frellen.

"It's been almost two weeks, Vax," I said. "Please. Just talk to me. We can work this out without all this nonsense."

"You can say no," Vax said. "There is no contract between us. You can say no and leave right now. Or you can take off your clothes and get on the bed. What's your decision, Zixin?"

"Fuck," I muttered. "You know I'm not leaving. I want to be with you, and I'm willing to do anything to make up for leaving you. But I want more than this from you. I need more."

"Choose now."

"Son of a sea urchin," I growled and got undressed. Then I saw the tension leave his face. His body. And I sighed. It had been a test. Vax was afraid I was going to leave him again. Fuck. "I'm not going anywhere, master ."

Then I climbed up on the bed and knelt, facing him, waiting for his next command.

Vax briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them, he looked calmer. He put that stupid dildo back in the cabinet and took off his clothes. His dick was hard. It seemed as if he was always erect, his hunger insatiable, though not as bad as it had been when he'd first brought me to his palace. Or maybe I should say, not as good as it had been.

As always, seeing his bare body made me shiver and ache. I wondered if I would ever get immune to his beauty and then doubted it. I'd had some very handsome men and some very powerful men, but Vax was both of those and more. He was everything.

"Lie down," Vax said.

I lay back on the pillows.

"No. Flat," he said.

I shimmied down the bed, off the pillows, wondering where this was going. My eyes widened as Vax climbed up on the bed and strode up my body, straddling it. He turned around and knelt over my head, his knees on either side of my arms. Then he sat on my face.

I gasped. He shimmied, splitting his cheeks with my chin, then leaning back.

"Spread my ass and tongue me, slave," he said.

I groaned and reached up to grab his cheeks. Pulled. Licked my lips as that perfect hole was revealed. It twitched. Then I was being smothered in the best way possible. I closed my eyes and found my way home, licking and thrusting as the Sea King moaned.

His hands went to my chest to prop himself. The weight felt amazing. My cock ached but wouldn't rise. It obeyed only one man, and that man wasn't me.

"Please," I begged, my voice muffled.

Vax undulated over me, then drew back as he bent over. The motion brought his cock to my mouth. I sucked it in without being told. He pumped, then withdrew to drag his balls over my lips. I sucked on those too. Meanwhile, the Sea King stroked himself, using my saliva as lubrication. I groaned and drew both of his sacs into my mouth.

Vax drew back and angled his dick into my mouth again. I eagerly took it. But then he bent forward and sucked on my cock. Crying out around him, I whimpered. I knew it was another test, and I would pass it. It was impossible for me not to. Because Vax had trained my cock to obey him above all else. The pleasure he gave me didn't matter. The way he moaned as he rolled my limp flesh in his mouth didn't matter. All that mattered was his command.

He sucked free of me and gave me an approving tap. "That's a good slave. Now, get hard for your master."

Instant erection. Instant. Blood filled my member so fast that it made me lightheaded. I groaned around Vax as he gently pumped into me, still lying on me, propped over my cock. His tongue flicked at me. He grabbed my base and shook me for his amusement. He jiggled my balls. All while I sucked him eagerly.

"You will not come until I give you permission. Understood?"

"Yes," I mumbled around his dick.

"Good. Disobey me, and I will cage you again."

I whimpered.

He chuckled and proceeded to give me the best blow job of my life. Except for the fact that I couldn't come.

I whimpered and shuddered and sucked at him desperately. Every muscle in my body clenched. I was hard everywhere. I couldn't think beyond one thought: I need to come.

Suddenly, Vax yanked out of my mouth and stood up. As I stared up at him in a daze, panting, he went to stand between my feet and face me. He grabbed my knees and yanked. I yipped as my back left the mattress. Vax had me nearly vertical, with only my upper shoulders and head still on the mattress. Then, in a casual show of strength, he let go of one leg, letting it flop out to the side, and held me aloft with one hand. He needed his other to angle his cock into me.

I sighed as he sank past my ring, then started to pump. As soon as Vax was wedged deep, he grabbed my dangling leg and steadied his hold on me. Then, going straight down, he fucked me.

It was the oddest sensation, the angle so strange. But that meant it hit parts of my channel that were normally neglected. And the sight of the Sea King standing there like a fucking conqueror, driving his dick into me, was breathtaking. I couldn't look away.

Then he grabbed my cock and pumped it.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried. "Please, let me come, Your Majesty."

"You may come."

The words released a torrent of an orgasm, my whole body experiencing pleasure—from my fucking hair follicles to my feet. But as I came, Vax angled my cock so that my release splattered across my face.

With the first hit, I cringed, then I closed my eyes, unable to stop myself from coming hard. But shame also hit me, causing the oddest feelings to swirl in my chest. When it was over, I opened my eyes and stared up at him. Vax pumped wildly into me, his stare locked on my face. I felt my cum dripping down my cheeks and chin. It was humiliating, and yet the way he looked at me lessened that feeling. Because it made Vax come.

Giving me the roar I'd been craving, Vax pulled out and came on me, his seed smacking my chest and face, blending with mine. And he didn't close his eyes. He watched it happen. Took great pleasure in it.

When the last shudders left the King, he dropped me, leaving me to flop to the bed, and turned away. He leapt off the bed like a predator cat. I panted as I watched him, not daring to wipe the cum away. I knew him too well.

Vax looked back at me and said, "I want a bath. You will attend me. And do not clean yourself."

I groaned as I got out of bed and followed him down to the bathroom. This was a new and unusual form of torture.