Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
The pleasure rises higher and higher and, to my surprise, I feel the Celestial Fire rising within me as well. It’s almost like the two are linked, though in the past only pain has brought my Holy Fire to the surface.
Sylvanna must feel it too, because she abruptly stops “washing” me.
“That’s enough for now, I think,” she murmurs. “We can’t have you blowing up my bathing pool.”
I nearly groan as she takes her hands from my shaft and balls, but she’s not done with me yet. She bids me to come back into the water with her and she has me turn and bend over, facing away from her with my elbows resting on the stone lip of the pool.
“What are you doing now?” I ask and then jump, because I feel her small fingertips sliding between my buttocks. “Hey, what…?” I whirl around to face her, protecting my vulnerable ass. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growl, glaring down at her.
“Simply claiming what is mine. Don’t worry—I won’t hurt you. See?” She holds up one small hand and I see the long, sharp nails suddenly slide into her fingers, which makes the nails much shorter. “Retractable—like a cat’s,” she tells me.
It’s not her nails I’m worried about—though maybe I should be.
“You never said anything about…about washing me there,” I point out accusingly. Everyone knows that a male who likes to have his arsehole played with is a lover of other men—which I most certainly am not.
“Alaric, I’m claiming every part of you.” Her voice is soft but stern. “You must submit to me, even when what I need to do to you isn’t comfortable.”
“I don’t want someone fucking around back there,” I growl.
“I’m not just ‘someone’—I’m your Mistress.” Her voice grows even more stern and her glowing eyes flash. “Now, will you submit to me and let me clean you or will you leave my tower at once and go back to your GodKing empty handed?”
I struggle for a moment…I tell myself I don’t want to do this. Only…part of me does. Part of me wants to give her what she wants, no matter how uncomfortable or humiliating it is. What the fuck is wrong with me?
The Jewel at her temple pulses and her face softens.
“There’s nothing wrong with having a desire to submit, my Paladin,” she murmurs. “Submission doesn’t make you weak. In fact, it takes a great deal of courage to bend your will to that of another…to allow someone to touch you in ways you’ve perhaps never been touched before. To seek pleasure in the unknown.”
“I’ve never…no one has ever…” I can’t go on, but Sylvanna understands.
“I know,” she murmurs. “I know. Now turn around and bend over for me, Alaric. Let me clean you and claim you.”
I do it. I tell myself I don’t want to and yet I find myself once more bending over with my elbows on the lip of the bathing pool. And then I feel her soft fingers again, prying between my cheeks.
“Spread for me,” she murmurs and I find that I am doing it—spreading my thighs apart to give her access.
I suck in a breath as I feel her soft fingertips finding their way to my back entrance. She’s using a different kind of liquid now—something thick that doesn’t wash away in water. It warms when it touches my flesh. She circles my rosebud with one fingertip before sliding inside me, making me groan and clench against her gentle invasion.
But all the while, my shaft is aching—I’m harder than I was, even when she was stroking me. What the fuck is happening to me?
“You’re submitting to your Mistress, that’s all,” I hear Sylvanna’s soft voice from behind me. The small finger inside me is joined by another. “You’re opening your body to me for the very first time…and doing an excellent job, if I may say so,” she adds. The fingers reach further and stroke something inside me—some spot that makes me jump and groan with sudden pleasure. Gods, what is she doing to me?
“Do you feel that, my Paladin?” she murmurs and does it again. “That’s the special spot inside you that gives you pleasure. Did you know it was there?”
“No…Mistress,” I grit out. It feels so good I’m afraid I might spend my seed, right here in the tub! “Why…why must I submit this way, though?” I ask her belatedly.
“Because at some point in the future, I may wish to fuck you,” she says lightly.
“What?” Startled I turn to look over my shoulder. “How the Hell could you fuck me?” I demand. “You don’t have the right equipment!”
“I have a pleasure rod,” she tells me. “Believe me, my Paladin, you wouldn’t find it an unpleasant experience. But fucking isn’t the only reason you must learn to submit to me like this. You’ll also need to wear a tail if we’re to enter the City of Night with you as my Blood-servant.”