Playing With Fire by Sean Michael Read Free Book Online

promise.” His hand wrapped around his own shaft, sliding lazily.
    “I have not forgotten, though you seem to have, that I was only here to make that promise because you were holding me prisoner.”
    “Tyr. Pet. Your ministrations have not stolen the stridence from my prince’s voice. Have you lost your touch?”
    Tyr gave a growl, hands moving faster on Wintras’ body. Such a very good boy. Wintras gasped again, breath quickly becoming short, loud in the room. Oh, yes. That was much more pleasant than listening to the lad complain endlessly.
    Wintras shook his head, whispering “no” and “don’t” and “please.”
    “Submit to my will, prince. It is your duty.”
    “What do you want of me?” Wintras asked, voice hoarse.
    “I want you to feel. You are being offered pleasure. Accept it.”
    Wintras’ head dropped, his body starting to move, thrusting his cock through the tunnel of Tyr’s hand. Zujan’s own hand moved in time, enjoying the way the flush traveled up along Wintras’ belly. It wasn’t long at all before Wintras gasped loudly, seed flying over Tyr’s hand. He purred, hand moving faster.
    “Lick Tyr’s hand clean, prince. Thank him for his work.”
    Wintras shot him a disbelieving look, whimpered and took Tyr’s hand, licking at it with small, tiny flicks of his tongue. “Th-thank you, Tyr.”
    “My pleasure.” Tyr gave Wintras a smile, eyes warm as they turned to him. “May I beg your indulgence, my Lord? I have not tasted you on my tongue in moons.”
    He purred softly, drawing the blankets back so they might see his need. Wintras gasped softly again, shrinking back into the shadows once more. “No, prince. You will stand at the foot of the bed. You will watch.”
    Wintras walked slowly, the prince obviously reluctant. “Why?”
    “Because I will it.”
    Tyr knelt between his legs, cheek soft and warm against his shaft. Wintras sighed but stood at the foot of the bed, eyes looking somewhere in the general vicinity of the back of Tyr’s head.
    “Now, I want you to touch Tyr. He was kind to you, brought your pleasure. You should do the same for him.” Zujan moaned as Tyr took him in that warm mouth, sucking and licking. Wintras gave him a hard glare, but the prince climbed onto the bed, behind Tyr, hands moving up along the long legs. Tyr’s groan vibrated around him, red curls beginning to bob. “Yes.”
    Wintras didn’t look at him, concentrating instead on Tyr. The long fingered hands slid over Tyr’s ass, and then split, one going up along Tyr’s spine, the other disappearing around Tyr’s waist. Zujan pushed his fingers through Tyr’s hair, hips moving, fucking the hot mouth with sure motions. Tyr was moaning around his cock, obviously enjoying whatever it was Wintras was doing. He arched, thighs parting, bar’cha lighting the room as his need grew.
    Tyr’s suction increased, a cry vibrating around his cock, heat splashing against his leg. His own orgasm followed in short order, balls throbbing, emptying into Tyr’s lips. Wintras moved back to the end of the bed, sitting, curled around himself, eyes on the fire.
    Tyr licked him clean then tucked him into the blankets. “Thank you, my Lord. Shall I bring him to the harem?”
    “Do what you will with him, Tyr. I’ll call for him when I want him.”
    “Thank the goddess. Get me out of here, Tyr.” Wintras was already standing and at the door, having moved with great speed to be out of Zujan’s rooms.
    His peace was shattered, frustration slamming to the forefront again. “On second thought, have him gagged and bound between two of the trees in the orchard. A day or two of being used by the farm hands might sweeten his tongue.”
    “What? No! You cannot. I agreed to submit to you not to be raped by others as well!”
    “I can do as I wish. I am the master here, and it is high time you understood that.” He pulled the bell, the guards appearing immediately, bulky and heavy and broad. “Gagged and strapped