Chapter Five

Hours later, after Taroc had shown me the uses of several other pieces of equipment, we lay in bed, eating the meal he'd gone out to fetch for us. We were in Myar, a Tytra city on the continent of Xae Gant. Taroc had taken me there for our first date. This wasn't quite so romantic, but I liked it far more than flying over the city, carried by a dragon.

"When did you do all this?" I asked, turning to look up at him. "I mean, collect it all."

Taroc was sitting against the headboard, and I was between his legs, leaning back against him as we ate. He offered me another bite of sausage as he answered, "I've had this place awhile. I come here to get away from the citadel."

"And fuck your lovers?" I lifted my brows.

He grunted. "Does that upset you?"

"No. You had a life before me. I know that." I looked around. "So, you've always been into this?"

He grunted again.

"What is this exactly?"

Taroc shrugged. "It's a . . . sex enhancer. I like having my lover at my mercy. I like knowing they trust me enough to let me bind them."

"I'm always bound to you."

He nuzzled my neck before saying, "Yes, but I like to see you vulnerable. Our bonds do the opposite."

"And you like to have me at your mercy, Daddy ?" I grinned.

Taroc chuckled. "That's just another aspect of the dominance."

"It's kind of weird," I said.

A muscle ticked in Taroc's jaw.

"I'm not saying I don't like it," I hurried to add. "I just . . . why 'daddy?'"

"It puts me in a role of responsibility. Authority. And it makes you more . . ."

"Innocent?"

"No." He scowled. "Well, maybe a little. Some people who enjoy this type of play make their lovers call them master or mistress. I've done that." He nuzzled me, then said, "But I don't want you to be my slave. I want to take care of you."

My heart melted, and I turned to straddle his lap. "I want that too, Daddy."

And then we were kissing, but it wasn't lusty. It was tender. It was about love. I had known from the start that Taroc's calm, silent nature hid something incredible. After we bonded, I thought I saw him fully. But he was deeper than that. Sweeter. All that shit that I had seen as overbearing and brutish was now an expression of love. I still didn't want him controlling who I was friends with—we would talk about that—but I understood him now.

I eased back and stroked the scales on Taroc's face. "I didn't think I could love you more than I already did."

Taroc's expression softened even further. "Ember." He brushed his lips over mine. "I never thought I'd love anyone the way I love you. I'm sorry I overreacted to Caleb."

There went my heart again, melting everywhere. "Thank you for saying that. And it's all right. I understand now. I won't let him touch me again. Not in any way. I promise."

"Thank you. And I promise to try harder to—"

"No," I cut him off. "Don't change a thing, Daddy ." I wriggled on his lap. "I love you just as you are. You growl all you want. And when I'm a bad boy, you'd better make sure to spank me."

Taroc grinned. "Why do I get the feeling you're going to be very bad very soon?"

"Because you know me." I nipped at his lower lip, then I jumped off his lap and ran over to his table of toys. "Oh, do you like everything neat?"

"Ember," Taroc growled. "Don't touch those."

"These?" I lifted a leather blindfold. "Oops." I dropped it on the floor.

"Ember!" Taroc got out of bed.

"What's this for?" I picked up some metal balls connected by a thin chain. "Whoopsie." I dropped those too.

"You're about to find out what those are for." Taroc snatched the balls from the floor and as he stood, he grabbed me around the waist. "You naughty boy."

"I'm so sorry, Daddy," I drawled.

"I see that I need to teach you how to behave." He sat down on a bench and laid me across his lap.

I laid my cheek on my folded and grinned over my shoulder at him. "I don't want to behave." Then I gaped.

Taroc had the metal balls in his mouth. He pulled them out slowly. They clicked together, all wet and shiny. Then he pressed one between my cheeks. "I guess I have to try harder." He shoved a ball into my ass.

I gasped, then shuddered. Another ball went in, hitting the first. They moved deeper, but Taroc held the chain that trailed out of me. He tugged, and I groaned.

"Oh, Daddy," I whispered.

Then he let go and smacked my ass.

"Oh, Daddy!" I screeched.

Taroc's big palm rubbed where he hit, turning the sting into a pleasant warmth. I sighed. He spanked me again, sending the balls clicking together inside me. Another rub. Another slap. Taroc moved his hand around my cheeks, warming them and making me alternately shudder and flinch. All while those balls clicked and moved in my channel, heavy and cold. My erection grew painful, pressed against his thighs. I wriggled, trying to get some relief.

"No, you don't." Taroc held me down.

"May I suck your cock, Daddy?" I pushed up against his hand.

Taroc growled, but it was a happy one, close to a purr. He eased up on the pressure. I instantly moved down the bench, bringing my face in line with his cock. It was ready and weeping for me, twitching in anticipation. I groaned as I sucked it into my mouth, then got to my knees, lifting my ass into the air. Taroc gripped the hair at the back of my head but didn't push. Just held me.

"Make me come, and I'll give you a present," Taroc said.

I'll bet, I thought.

I moaned and got into it, moving up and down that long cock, using only my lips and tongue to work him. All the while, those balls moved in me, bringing me closer to climax. Taroc absently stroked my dick, then weighed my sacs on his palm, playing with me as I pleasured him. I was so close. I moved over him faster, relaxed my throat, and let him slide deeper.

Taroc cried out, pushing down on me at last, and lifted his hips to give me what I was after. I sucked down that salty nectar and swallowed greedily. As I did, Taroc pulled on the chain. A ball popped out, sending a thrill up my spine. I kept sucking at him, getting every drop. He pulled again, bringing out a second ball. I shouted around his still-spasming cock, my hips jutting forward as I came across the bench. Another tug and the final ball slipped free.

My head jerked up, Taroc's spent shaft popping out of my mouth, and I cried out, "Thank you, Daddy!"

My whole body shuddered uncontrollably through the aftermath of my orgasm. My hole still tingled from the pressure of those balls slipping free. They'd been warm by them, having sucked up my body heat, and that made it even better. I didn't know I needed such things in my life, but the climax Taroc had just given me without even entering me, had just proven that I did. I needed these toys and Taroc to use them on me.

Taroc picked me up and cradled me against his chest as he carried me back to bed. "You're welcome, my good boy."