I padded my way down the hall, smirking to myself as I snagged a fresh towel and a bar of spiced soap from the linen closet. Once I made it inside the large bathing suite adjoined to my bedroom, I followed Arken’s lead and began filling my own tub. Feeling a tad more self-indulgent than usual, I slipped afew capfuls of an expensive bath oil into the water as it filled—scenting the air with my typical citrus and cloves.
Enshrouded in a warm mist, I could feel my body start to release the tension even before I stepped into the tub, but a low hiss of pleasure still escaped my mouth as stiff muscles sank beneath the scalding surface of the water. I groaned softly as the heat of the bath went to work, serving doubly to slough off the sweat and grime of my day, while also attending to my sore flesh.
I’m off to take a bath and spread my—
Yeah, about that release of tension… Maybe it was more likeredirection. Because that aching pressure and heat was simply coiling at my core now instead, that all-too-familiar tension building as I replayed certain memories, recalling certain images to mind.
When I thought about her pretty mouth and the filthy tongue that hid behind such perfect, freshly-bitten lips this afternoon, I felt my cock twitch and harden between my legs. It had been at least half-hard all godsdamned day, but at least now, I could allow my mind to wander.
I thought about those beads of sweat dripping down her neck. I thought about pink cheeks and panting little breaths as she worked hard for me, I thought about the way my praise seemed to make her flush a little deeper than usual today. I thought about how godsdamnedeasyit would have been to take her right on the floor of that training room, to toss her around that training mat as requested. I thought about how badly I’d wanted to.
“Fuck,” I murmured, one hand slipping over my own thigh, reaching to grip myself hard at the base of my erection… and slowly beginning to stroke it.
Because she would start slow, I thought.
Yeah, she would ease into it, tease me until I was so fucking stiff that she could barely wrap her fingers around the lengthof me. Those golden eyes would go half-lidded and lustful, the tip of her tongue running over that plushlower lip of hers. She would start to whine and keen while I played with her pussy, achingly slow. She would beg me to let her taste it, to let her take me in her mouth. Arken would fuckingpleadfor permission to worship my cock. And she’d do it while riding my hand, my fingers knuckle-deep inside her.
I just had the strangest sense that my Little Conduit had a bit of an oral fixation. Or perhaps I was simply very, very observant—especially when it came to her.
I groaned aloud as I began to move my hips beneath the water, my thighs flexing as I fucked my own fist to these most infuriatingly tempting thoughts.
I could have her. I could have all of her, I knew I could. Arken would not deny me if I asked… I just knew better than to ask anywhere but here, in the confines of my own fantasies.
Here, though…
My eyelids fluttered closed as I summoned her image to the forefront of my mind. Her back against that training mat, breathing hard as I stood over her. The way I would have toyed with her as I stripped off her leggings, taking my sweet time as I unlaced them, exposing pale and perfect flesh. I thought about the way her thighs were probably decorated with those gorgeous silver slivers, evidence of the way her body carried every swell and curve. I thought about how I would run my tongue over each and every mark, every freckle I found on her skin. I thought about the way her tits would pool and flatten a bit against her chest, and the way they’d bounce once I finally had a hand between her legs, fucking her with my fingers first.
The water sloshed around the tub a bit dramatically now, as my cadence had already started to grow feverish, my grip against myself firm, my balls feeling tight and heavy.
Easy. No need to rush… We’ve got all night.
All night, and every night, if I were being truthful. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d made it a day without fucking to the thought of Arken Asher—whether that was via my hand, or a stranger in the guest room.
What would it feel like to actually fuck her,though? Gods, it would probably be heaven between those thighs. Hot and wet and wanting. I would never know what bliss could be found at Arken’s center, I knew that much, but that never seemed to stop me from imagining it. Visualizing where I’d run my tongue for hours on end, given the chance.
You’ve already got me on my knees, Captain.
Maybe I’m in the mood to get thrown around a little.
Are you asking me to spread my legs for you?
She was so maddeningly sexy. It was the intentional, calculated nature of her torment that had truly done me in today, the way every quip spilled from her filthy mouth with ease, laced with just a hint of invitation.
More and more often lately, our game felt less like a tussle between our egos, and more like we were testing the waters. Dancing on edges. Wondering if certain rewards were worth certain risks. There was this hidden undercurrent between us now, one that whispered, “It’s just a game, for now. But is that all you want it to be?”
Irritated by the inconvenience of all this water splashing around, I stepped out of the tub, steadying myself with one hand against the wall. My left hand remained firmly on my cock, still stroking, still emulating sensations I wished I was stealing from her body instead. Thieving straight from her hands, her mouth, her cunt.
My breath grew heavy, fast and hard as I reached for something very specific in my mind, unlocking a certain compartment that I kept close by, almost exclusively for this purpose. By day, I kept them locked up tight, but once nightfallcame around… my more familiar Shadows eclipsing all that was good and kind and respectful in me…
I let the memories overtake me.
Every whine. Every moan that ever escaped her mouth when she stretched or struggled. Every time I’d ever heard her breathless, the way she’d pant after sprints. Every time that she’d playfully called meSir.
I loved every last visual that I could conjure of Arken in my mind, but it was thesoundsshe’d make that would truly be the death of me if these fantasies ever unfurled. Her voice was just so fucking pretty, already a siren song every time she spoke. But I wanted to play her body like the exquisite instrument it was—with the attention of a master composer—until Arken Asher sang for me, and me alone.
Focusing my fervor around the thickening crown of my cock, I imagined how she might whimper and wail for me if I ever thrust this length inside her. I bit my lip as I indulged in the notion of what it might take to get her to scream for me, to rip my name from her throat like a curse. And what it might take to hear her whisper my name like a prayer.
A more errant thought flickered through my mind for a moment, recalling the oddly intimate sensation, that strange little tug that I’d felt at my core a few weeks ago, when Arken had pulled from my Shadows to draw her aetherblade. There had been something sensual about that, too—watching her hold a knife to the throat of an heir in my name.