by Alex Jace
“Come here.” Sebastian opened his hand, making it an invitation, not an order. Sebastian looked impossibly handsome casually stretched out in a chair, shirt half buttoned, deliciously tempting. Kit sneaked over, full of longing. “Get into my lap.”
Kit climbed into his lap, and groaned aloud. The merest contact was unbearable, the sensation as he settled against Sebastian’s hot, hard body unbelievable. He could feel the hot bulge of Sebastian’s cock pressing against his stomach and it was so tantalising. He squirmed in Sebastian’s lap, wanting to rub himself all over Sebastian, to undress him and explore every ridged muscle with his tongue.
“If you keep squirming around in my lap like that, you’ll get in trouble.” Sebastian said it in a warning voice, but the gleam in his eyes suggested maybe he liked it when Kit misbehaved.
Kit leaned in, helpless to resist. He wound his arms around Sebastian’s neck and rubbed himself up against him, pressing himself tight against Sebastian’s hard body. Kit kissed the corner of his rough jaw, down his throat, tasting the hot skin. Kit nuzzled into the open neck of his shirt. He could feel every delicious muscle against him; he stroked them through the thin fabric of Sebastian’s shirt. Kit’s heart was beating very fast, he was breathless, overheating. He needed more.
“Kitten?” Sebastian tipped up his chin with a finger.
“Kiss me.”
Sebastian gave him a slow smile that filled him with fizzles of joy. Then Sebastian took him by the back of the neck in that dominant grip. Kit quivered, knowing that he couldn’t escape now and liking it. He was pinned for whatever Sebastian wanted.
Sebastian paused with that wicked gleam in his eyes. “Hmm. Maybe a kitten as naughty as you doesn’t get to be kissed.”
Kit practically lunged at him. Sebastian gripped him by the back of the neck and claimed his mouth hard, kissing him deep, making Kit clutch at him, dizzy. Kit began to rock against him, wondering if he could come just from rubbing all over Sebastian’s erection. Sebastian dropped a hand to his ass and yanked him even tighter against him. Kit moaned aloud as he trembled on the edge of coming just from Sebastian’s mouth on his, Sebastian’s heat, Sebastian’s hard body against his.
“Slow down.” Sebastian’s mouth curved against his, slow and satisfied.
Kit reddened, squirmed some more. He just needed this so intensely. Sebastian nipped his earlobe, licked away the sting, bit a path down his throat and shoulder while Kit shuddered with longing. When Sebastian licked the delicate hollow of his throat Kit dropped his face into Sebastian’s broad shoulder with a helpless groan.
Sebastian stroked his hair. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Would you… would you maybe…” Kit wavered, torn between the fear of humiliation and his powerful craving.
“Just ask. You know I’ll give you what you need.”
“Spank me again?”
He could feel Sebastian laugh against him, a deep rumble in his chest. Kit tried to hide his scarlet face in Sebastian’s shoulder, but Sebastian lifted his chin with a finger so he couldn’t hide. Sebastian studied his face; Kit bit his lip, embarrassed, eyes low. “You really are extraordinary,” Sebastian told him. “You are such a pleasure.”
Kit quivered with anticipation. Waiting. Hoping.
“Undress. And get over my knee.”
Kit scrambled off his lap, fumbled to undress, knowing this was going to be amazing. He draped himself over Sebastian’s lap, fighting not to moan, trying to get comfortable. His bare backside was in the air and as he squirmed his cock rubbed against Sebastian’s hard thigh. Mmm. He was so hard it was painful yet the pressure felt so good.
Sebastian swung a leg over his to trap Kit there over his knee. There was no escape now; the knowledge was at once thrilling and terrifying. Sebastian palmed his ass, squeezing, fondling. It was delicious torture for Kit; he shuddered as Sebastian pushed his thighs apart and spread his cheeks. Kit was so helpless like this, captured and displayed, and he liked it this way.
“I could spank you every day,” Sebastian said above him, his deep voice somewhere between a threat and a promise. “Just saying.”
“Please.”
Sebastian slapped his bare ass. The crack of the blow rang out across the room. A hot jolt of stinging pleasure ripped through Kit and he cried out, suddenly clutching hard at Sebastian, who smiled as he stroked Kit’s now stinging ass. “Another?”
“Yes.”
Again. The crack of impact, the lightning jolt of pleasure. The sting of pain only sharpened the sensation. Heat spread from the abused flesh. Again. Again. Kit clutched at him, barely able to breathe, barely able to think about anything but the spanking. The slaps came steady and even; Sebastian was methodically spanking every inch of his ass and the backs of his thighs, heating his skin, probably turning him red.
“You are beautiful like this. Spread wide for me, begging me to spank you. You are perfect.” Sebastian slapped him again and made him yelp. It felt so amazing Kit could have come then and there.
After a delightfully hazy time Sebastian stopped spanking him, only to stroke his sore, stinging ass soothingly. Kit trembled with need. “More?” Sebastian asked him.
Kit could barely get out words. “Put your finger in me.”
Sebastian laughed. “Ah, you liked being fingered. I told you you would. I offered days ago, if only you’d taken me up on it.”
“Please.” Kit clung to him.
“You were quite delightful last night. Slipping up and down on my finger. Hot and squeezing. Begging me to claim you.”
“Sebastian! Please!”
Sebastian used this excuse to spread Kit’s thighs even wider. Sebastian’s leg tightened over his, keeping him firmly in place, opened wide for Sebastian’s enjoyment. “I’m going to come in your mouth when I’m done with you,” Sebastian promised him. “And you’re going to be good and swallow my come. Aren’t you?”
Kit shivered, fantasising about it. Sebastian’s big, hot cock in his mouth. Sebastian’s rough hands in his hair. Sebastian’s ruthless pounding until Sebastian filled his mouth with his seed and made him swallow.
Sebastian gave him a gentle shake. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Kit whimpered; the answer to everything was yes. He would have given Sebastian anything right now.
Then a fingertip circled his pucker and Kit arched suddenly as every nerve in his body sizzled to life. The surge of pleasure was so intense it was painful; it racked him with violent shudders. “Oh. Oh.” Kit was clutching again, fighting for breath, trying to spread himself wider, focused intensely on that fingertip.
Sebastian kept circling his pucker with that fingertip, slow and relentless, getting him even hotter, even harder. Kit absolutely craved that finger inside him; he felt like he would die without it. Just expire from frustrated need. “Please. Please!”
“I like it when you beg me.”
“Sebastian!”
Sebastian finally breached him. That slick finger slid easily into Kit, big and hot inside him. Kit groaned aloud, clenching hard. He felt Sebastian draw a sharp breath against him; Sebastian’s voice went rough. “If you keep squeezing my finger like that, this is going to get out of control. You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”
“Please. More.”
“Another finger?”
“Yes.” It came out a moan.
“It might hurt.”
“I don’t care.”
That second finger slid into him. The initial sting faded quickly and there was just the intense sensation of two big fingers inside him. Kit trembled, in suspense, so close to the edge. “Another.”
“No.”
Kit moaned in pure frustration, trying to squirm over Sebastian’s knee, pinned down and spread open. “But I need—”
“If you want something bigger, you need to ask for my cock.”
The feverish heat building inside him was unbearable. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t hold off this climax any lo
nger. “I—I—”
Sebastian slapped his ass hard. The unexpected shock of painful pleasure tipped Kit flailing over the edge. Kit screamed as he squeezed so hard around those fingers, the pleasure surging inside him, huge and intense. It ripped through him blindingly until nothing else existed. Then he collapsed over Sebastian’s knee gasping.
Sebastian growled. He slipped his fingers out, making Kit moan, then pushed Kit roughly to the floor, gripping his hair to keep him still. Sebastian fumbled his own cock out of his trousers and pushed straight into Kit’s mouth. He had only to thrust once, twice, and he came with a deep growl, spilling hot salty seed down Kit’s throat. Kit swallowed obediently, still dazed, tingling, shuddering from his climax.
Afterward Sebastian gathered him into his arms and settled him against his hard chest. Kit laid his head against Sebastian’s shoulder, enjoying his strong arms, his warm embrace. And the sense of peace and trust that settled over Kit was undeniable. He needed this more than anything.
It was so clear to him now. He trusted this man. Wanted him. Craved him. Kit did not want to leave; the very thought of going anywhere tightened his throat and made him press closer. Sebastian wrapped him in his arms.
Sebastian pressed a kiss to his temple. “Your three days are up. Well done. I thought you wouldn’t make it a day.”
Kit swallowed past the ache in his throat. He didn’t move.
“You can leave,” Sebastian prompted.
Kit whispered against his shoulder, “Why did you not claim me before? When I asked you to?”
Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair, utterly soothing. Kit loved cuddling after sex. It made him feel warm and wanted. “I told you. This is your life, Kit. Your eternal servitude. Body and soul. I want you to be sure.”
Kit laid his palm over Sebastian’s heartbeat. “I’m sure.”
Sebastian’s fingers stilled in his hair, no longer stroking. “Really sure?”
“I want to belong to you.”
“Because you were so afraid before, you always said no, and once it’s done you can’t take it back.”
“Please don’t send me away.” Kit’s voice cracked; he clung tighter.
“I won’t.” Sebastian’s voice was rough. “I can make you happy. If you let me.”
“I know. I trust you.”
Sebastian raked him up and down with hungry eyes. “Then I will take you to bed. And I will show you what you were made for.”
CLAIMED
“Strip.” Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, planning to enjoy this.
Sebastian had learned over the years that it was when he was most impatient that it was most important to slow down, to savour, to let the anticipation build. Delayed gratification was always more intense. And now that he was finally on the brink of taking his little incubus to bed, he was going to linger over every moment.
This one was well worth lingering on. Kit was barely wearing anything to start with, just a half-buttoned shirt that revealed more than it covered of his lean, slim frame. The white fabric stood out against his warm skin and copper hair, the colour in his cheeks. Kit was wound so tight with eagerness he was practically thrumming; his hands shook as he unbuttoned the shirt and let it drop, like an extremely shy striptease.
It took serious effort not to throw him down and fuck him there and then. Sebastian let his eyes run slowly down over Kit’s body as he fantasised about everything he was going to do to Kit tonight. Kit always seemed to know when Sebastian was thinking about him; Kit flushed deeper, biting his lip, the picture of temptation. He only got more beautiful to Sebastian with each passing day. Sebastian couldn’t wait to finally have him.
This was going to be a night of ritual power. Sebastian was going to claim Kit on such a deep level that it would bind them forever. Kit would be a prized plaything for any sorcerer; anybody would want the magic they could draw from him, the pleasure they could take from him. Sebastian could not wait to find out for himself.
“Get in the shower,” Sebastian ordered. It was good for Kit to learn to do as he was told. Once claimed, Kit would have a great need to obey him, to please him in every way. Sebastian was looking forward to that.
Kit stepped into the shower. He watched Sebastian join him with eyes of a glorious green that darkened with desire as they dragged down Sebastian’s body. Kit lifted a hand, hesitated, and Sebastian said in his sternest voice, “No touching.”
Kit swallowed. His hand dropped to his side, fingers curling into his palm.
Sebastian turned on the hot water. It burst on them like rain, filling the shower with steam. Droplets ran down the delightful planes of Kit’s body; Sebastian had to take several deep breaths to keep himself under control.
“I expect you to behave tonight,” Sebastian warned Kit as he began to wash him, slow and methodical, finding every sensitive place that made Kit fidget even more. Sebastian could see the pulse jumping in the delicate throat, the green eyes fluttering shut as Sebastian rubbed a cloth slowly over the tight curve of his ass. “This is a very intense ritual. It’s magic, it’s sex, it’s power. And it requires your complete surrender to me. Which shouldn’t be too difficult for you because I know you like being told what to do.”
Kit lowered his eyes, those dark lashes sweeping his cheekbones, the flush rising in his face. Sebastian tipped up his chin with a finger. “You’ll do as you’re told?”
Kit nodded slightly against his fingertip. His eyes were so wide, the colour breathtaking. The little hitches in his breathing, the biting of his bottom lip were driving Sebastian crazy.
“Say it aloud,” Sebastian murmured to him; although Kit was very easy to read, Sebastian still liked to hear the words.
“I’ll do whatever you want.” Kit rubbed his cheek into his palm.
He was adorable. “That’s my kitten.” Sebastian pushed him into the tiles, gently, and pinned him there with one hand flat against his chest. Kit’s heart thumped beneath his palm. “You have been such a tease all this time,” Sebastian told him in a low growl. “Taunting me, tempting me. I’ve wanted to take you so often. I’ve fantasised about it. Dreamed about it. How you’d beg me for more when I was deep inside you. But I held back the entire time, just as I promised, waiting for you to be ready. And now that you’re ready…” Sebastian took him by the throat, a feather-light touch, not threatening him, just letting him know who was in charge. Kit shuddered, pressing into him. “I am going to claim you for my own. And you will belong to me body and soul. You will serve my every pleasure, you will obey my every whim. Just the way you want it.”
Sebastian’s thumb rubbed over that soft bottom lip, and Kit’s lips parted on an indrawn breath. Sebastian clenched his jaw as he fought to hold back. Nobody should have to resist an incubus this beautiful, this willing, especially when he was all wet and slippery. Sebastian could just lift him, brace him against the tiles, and drive straight into him. Feel all those inner muscles clench tight around him. Kit would beg for more, nails digging into Sebastian’s shoulders as Sebastian claimed him.
“That’s enough of that.” Sebastian took his thumb away before he lost his cool. “Dry off. I’m taking you to bed.”
#
Finally, after all the waiting and hoping and longing, Kit was led to bed.
He was dizzy with terror and excitement. Every little touch burned him; even Sebastian’s hand at his back was unbearable. Shivers took him, he was feverish with longing, knowing this would be exactly what he needed.
Sebastian laid him down on his soft bed, looking over every inch of his exposed, vulnerable body. Kit shivered under his eyes, torn between the urge to hide and the urge to offer himself.
“Lie still,” Sebastian said, his expression predatory. “Hang onto the covers if you have to.”
Sebastian slid down his body and settled between his legs. Those broad shoulders between his thighs held him open. Kit felt thrillingly exposed for whatever Sebastian decided to do to him. “Relax,�
�� Sebastian soothed. “I’ve got you.” His strong hands slid under Kit’s ass, lifting and spreading, so that Kit was totally open to him. Kit bit his lip so hard it stung.
Sebastian bit his hot, sensitive inner thigh, making Kit gasp, the slight rasp of his stubble there driving Kit crazy. One little nip and already Kit was fighting for breath. Sebastian licked a tantalising path up his inner thigh. “You’re cute when you’re desperate.”
“Please.” It came out a whimper. Kit had the feeling that was the only word he was going to need tonight.
“Hush.” One slick fingertip slid down to find the pucker of his ass. It was unimaginably intense, the promise of that fingertip, bringing Kit’s whole body sizzling to life. Kit’s thighs reflexively tried to close, his ass tried to clench but Sebastian’s big frame was holding him ruthlessly open. That fingertip kept circling his pucker, playing with him. Kit squirmed under him, taut with anticipation, trying to push himself onto the finger. He was sure he would come the second it slipped inside him.
Sebastian bit down again as that finger slid inside and Kit nearly did come there and then. Kit barely managed to hang on, his whole body tautening, racked with need. For a moment he trembled on the edge; his throat locked and he couldn’t force out words. “Ah! Please! Just fuck me.” He was panting now, thrumming.
“You are so hot like this,” Sebastian told him in a smoky voice. “Spread open and eager. So tight on my finger.” Sebastian played with him, slipping his finger in and out, while Kit made strangled sounds. Sebastian rubbed that sweet spot inside him that made Kit arch off the bed with a gasp.
Kit was pleading now, needing. It was unbearable. He squirmed, wide open and needing more. He tried to push himself down, take the finger deeper, but Sebastian wouldn’t let him. “Sebastian, please. Please.”
“Wait,” Sebastian said, and draped a heavy arm over his stomach to hold him down. “Until you’re ready.”
Kit could not imagine being any more ready, but Sebastian slipped him a second finger. It burned at first, hot and sweet, the pain only sharpening the pleasure. Kit fought for air, his whole world narrowing. A third finger and Kit lost his breath as his body locked tight. He needed to clutch, needed to cling. Couldn’t. Sebastian was coaxing him to relax, to breathe, but Kit couldn’t, it was too intense, he was twisting under Sebastian’s restraining arm.