Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology Book 2)

by Sparrow Beckett

  “Open your mouth.”

  Rodrigo opened wide and Severin spat in his mouth, as though he was an owned and worthless piece of shit. God help him, but the ferocious possessiveness in Severin’s cold gaze made him feel claimed rather than disrespected.

  Rough hands bowed him back, and Severin forced his cock deep into Rodrigo’s mouth. Choking, mouth stuffed full, he gagged, loving the ridges and piercings against his tongue almost as much as he loved Severin using his body for his own pleasure.

  “That’s right, puppy. We both know you like being used.”

  His cock twitched hard in response, but he was too busying trying to lick and suck and somehow breathe, and ignore Minnow’s teasing mouth and fingers. His body felt off balance – overwhelmed. When Severin yanked his cock out suddenly, his Prince Albert clacked against the inside of Rodrigo’s teeth. He wanted to beg for it back, but getting out of the awkward position Sev had been forcing on him was a relief on his spine.

  Minnow jerked Rodrigo off with two fingers, too light to do more than tease, and his attention was drawn from Severin’s body to hers. The disparity between their sizes and builds made him wonder how he could lust so hard for them both.

  Severin leaned down and swatted Minnow’s ass.

  “I said tease him. Don’t put him to sleep.”

  “I figured frustrating him while a vulnerable part of your anatomy was jammed in his mouth was a bad idea.” She wrapped a hand around Rodrigo’s shaft.

  “No. Let go.” As soon as she had, he slid her over and got down beside her.

  Rodrigo opened his mouth to ask what Severin was doing, but words escaped him. What the hell was Severin doing down there?

  Before he could process what was happening, his cock was in Severin’s mouth.

  What...but...he shouldn’t...

  Fuck.

  Rodrigo’s bound hands clung to one of the chair’s back supports as he tried desperately not to thrust up into Severin’s harsh suction. He hissed and squirmed, but managed to keep his ass down against the chair through sheer willpower, wanting desperately not to freak Sev out and ruin this. Tongue and mouth and lips – Rodrigo’s entire life narrowed down to Severin’s assault on his cock. Vicious. Commanding. There was no question who was being mastered.

  A finger slid through the saliva then pressed against his asshole, broaching him hard and fast. He clenched his teeth on a desperate moan as Severin’s mouth tortured his cock and he finger-fucked his ass mostly dry. His finger pressed against his prostate. Impossible pleasure shot through him and he choked, forgetting how to breathe. Severin was looking up at him with an expression of pure malevolence that made Rodrigo tremble with lust. His gasping sobs weren’t providing his body with oxygen. Deprivation and sensation combined until he wasn’t sure if he would come or pass out.

  Don’t move. Don’t freak him out.

  Slowly, Severin sucked his way off of him and withdrew the big, scraping finger from his ass. In desperation Rodrigo arched, begging with his body for it not to be over.

  “Now tease him properly.”

  Rodrigo swore, fighting his bindings so hard his chair almost tipped, but Severin righted him. He fucked the air, hips raised, every muscle in his ass clenched as he sought relief.

  A soft hand caressed his length. Delicate fingers stroked his balls. He ached with need, and Severin was going to keep him like this. It was fun when it was Minnow getting teased. It was not fun when he was so fucking close he could feel the stalled orgasm like a migraine spike in his guts.

  “Fuck! No. Please, Severin. I’m sorry.” His voice hoarse and ragged, he was ashamed at his own sounds of desperation. Pride and stoic reserve were easy to cling to when it was just pain. He knew what to do with pain. How could he persevere through pleasure being used as a punishment?

  Minnow’s little tongue flicked over his pulsing cock, and although he tried to thrust into her mouth, he couldn’t get the right angle. Was she laughing at him?

  “Min, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get me off,” he growled.

  She glanced at Severin, who arched a brow at her, and she gave Rodrigo an apologetic, but hungry look before going back to using her mouth and hands to keep him right where their dominant wanted him.

  Severin moved up behind Minnow and ran his fingers through the ends of her hair. He took a handful of her silken tresses and wrapped it around his cock. Her hair brushed Rodrigo’s bare legs while she worked on him, and he imagined what it would feel like to Severin, silk wrapped around his cock, guarding pierced flesh from calloused hand. Severin’s gaze slid from Minnow’s mouth to Rodrigo’s expression and back again. A muscle flexed in Severin’s jaw as Minnow took Ro into her mouth, sucking hard enough and long enough to take him back to the brink of orgasm, only to withdraw again. She jacked him off with gentle caresses, making his toes curl against the floor, as he tried to fuck her hand.

  Rodrigo watched with envy as Severin stroked his thick shaft with the ends of Minnow’s hair, grip tight, his Prince Albert ring bright against the dark purple of his cock head. As much as it had hurt, Rodrigo couldn’t help but fantasize about Severin forcing his monster dick into his ass again, using him hard and fast. The memory of the aching pain as Severin pushed his way in, the knowledge that Severin preferred him not to like it – at least for the first few minutes – Severin’s abrasive hand gripping Ro’s balls hard so he couldn’t come. Rodrigo daydreamed about being used as he watched Severin masturbate, the two of them watching each other with lust.

  A quiet groan pierced the quiet, and jets of come pulsed from Severin’s cock, spraying Minnow’s back and hair and Rodrigo’s straining thigh. Rodrigo swore in desperate misery, needing release, wishing Severin had chosen to come down his throat instead. Minnow broke away from Rodrigo’s cock, gasping, squirming.

  “Please, Master, may I touch myself?”

  “No.”

  Severin got behind her and manhandled her until she was high on her knees with her arms draped over Rodrigo’s lap. He plunged into her pussy, the wet sound of it making Rodrigo bellow with frustration.

  Rather than sucking his cock, as he’d hoped, she lay against it, mouth open, moaning and crying out as Severin fucked her hard, his gaze lazy on them both despite the snap of his hips. The king amusing himself with his toys.

  So fucking full of himself.

  Their grunts and the rhythm of Minnow being shoved into him made Rodrigo shake with desperation. Severin fucked her hard and fast, then slow. He stopped several times, watching as she fucked herself on his cock, trying to spur him back into motion, but Severin seemed content to drag things out.

  Minnow clawed at Rodrigo’s body, staring up at him with imploring eyes, as though he could give her the orgasm their dominant kept ruining, while Severin chuckled and fucked with her some more. Starting, stopping.

  Severin withdrew completely, and Minnow, half-crazed, sank her teeth into Rodrigo’s thigh. He grunted in surprise, grateful that her mouth hadn’t been closer to his painfully hard dick.

  Severin got to his feet.

  “Nooo,” Minnow whined. “No, no, no!”

  “No more?” the bastard asked, his tone indulgent. “We can stop if you really want to.” He walked behind Rodrigo and yanked him backward again, making the chair totter back on two legs for a moment. He jammed his slick cock back into Rodrigo’s mouth, now tasting of both of them. His own cock lifted and smacked back against his stomach, not needing much more than one more wrong thought to bring him to an unfulfilling and mostly ruined orgasm. Minnow latched onto the inside of his thigh, suckling there so sweetly Rodrigo wanted to cry with frustration.

  He licked the top of Severin’s cock, trying to open his throat to see if he could take more of him, but only succeeding in making himself gag. Severin made a sound of pleasure and Ro found himself trying harder, not caring about the saliva and pre-come that leaked from his lips and upward toward his eyes. Severin grabbed his hair in a tight fist and fucked his mouth, and R
odrigo didn’t have the chance to do anything other than try to breathe between thrusts and keep his teeth out of the way. He’d done this to women so many times and had no fucking idea how hard it was not to struggle, and to trust the dominant wouldn’t make them pass out.

  Severin swore, his thrusts losing cadence, and then his hand tightened convulsively. Rodrigo’s cock jerked, helplessly ejaculating as Severin’s surged deeper and emptied into the back of his throat. Ro gagged, retched, almost heaved, trying to swallow, but not sure how to upside down. Severin pulled out, smearing come across Ro’s cheek while he coughed and gagged some more, eyes watering at the sensation of getting some in his sinuses. Severin let go of his hair and Rodrigo righted himself, too confused to do much other than catch a glimpse of Minnow’s apologetic mirth before trying to wipe his cheek on his shoulder.

  His belly and chest were sticky, his face was sticky, his balls hurt, and his whole body hummed with adrenaline and the desperate need to properly orgasm.

  Severin smeared a finger through the come on Rodrigo’s stomach, holding it up like evidence. “You weren’t supposed to enjoy that.”

  “I’m sorry. Honestly. It was an accident.” He swallowed, afraid for the future of his testicles. “If it’s any consolation, I didn’t really get off.”

  He stood over them, his dark brows snapped together in anger.

  “I can’t even punish you right,” he muttered.

  Rodrigo tried to gather coherent thoughts so he could think of the right thing to say. He watched Severin pull on his clothes, feeling more desperate with every inch of nudity Severin covered.

  Minnow shook the shock off first. “Master, please stay,” she begged, forehead on the floor by Severin’s feet.

  “I have shit to do.” He pulled a knife out of his boot and sliced through the ropes holding Rodrigo to the chair.

  Helpless, they followed him to the front door, neither of them knowing what to say. Severin drove off on his bike without looking back, not even turning his headlight on against the darkness.

  Chapter Ten

  Naked in his bed, the girl sprawled on her belly, sound asleep despite the chain that led from the collar to the strange headboard he’d never seen before. In the soft glow of firelight it was impossible to draw his gaze away from her curves and narrow waist. Her plump ass was still reddened from the belting he’d given her.

  Why had he beaten her? He couldn’t remember.

  He’d used her roughly, like a slave, and she hadn’t put up a fight. He’d punished her for not anticipating his whims, and she’d cried out in pain, but hadn’t asked him to stop. He’d chained her like a dog, and she’d accepted it as though to her it was love.

  In sleep, her expression was troubled, brows drawn and mouth pouting adorably. Such an exquisite girl. What the hell was she doing with an ugly fuck like him?

  Approaching the bed, he watched her expression change from troubled to peaceful to troubled again. He kissed her pouting lips, sliding his tongue teasingly between them then withdrawing again. Her brow furrowed, and she made a plaintive sound that shot a thrill through his balls. What was his girl dreaming about? From the looks of it, something far from innocent.

  She was his.

  He could keep her here forever, even if she wanted to leave. Do whatever he wanted to her. He could hold her captive and she couldn’t escape.

  The echoes of her cries as he’d beaten her with his belt still rang in his ears. She’d been loud, but then, he’d been merciless. Hurting her made him hard, but it also made her wet. Stopping before he damaged her was the hard part.

  She shifted in her sleep, whimpering, muscles flexing in her ass, drawing his gaze away from the swell of her breast where it was squashed against the bed. He was trying to let her sleep a while, but keeping his hands to himself was so difficult when she was around.

  Were the welts on her ass still sore?

  He got onto the bed and brushed a kiss over one of the worst welts then kissed the one next to it. He traced another with his lips, planting small kisses along the raised redness. The lingering scent of her earlier arousal stiffened his cock. Gently, he lifted her hips and slid a pillow beneath them, then pushed her thighs further apart, giving himself an unimpeded view of her tight slit and tighter asshole. When he parted her folds, wetness still glistened there. She mewled in her sleep, squirming her hips, but he held her open to his perusal.

  Getting between her legs, he slid lower, angling his face to taste her. He slid his tongue along her slick labia, spreading them open between careful fingers. The tart taste of her and the quiet hitch of her breath as he found the hard nub of her clit had him thrusting his hips against the bed. He wanted inside her again, but there was no fun in rushing things. Well...unless rushing things was the point.

  “No,” she complained in an almost inaudible whisper, her voice slurred with sleep. She arched her back for more, though, negating her objection.

  He swirled his tongue over her clit then fastened his mouth down on it and suckled, tugging gently with his lips. She moaned sleepily, and he wondered if she had even woken yet. When she was squirming and whimpering, he gave her clit one last lick, then backed a bit to watch her grind against the pillow. He brushed his fingertip over her anus. She shuddered, eyes still closed, mouth open.

  Knowing she didn’t like ass play but still let him do it always formed a knot of lust low in his stomach. He liked that she didn’t like it, and complained about it. In sleep, though, tickling her there with gently exploring fingers made her moan piteously. He licked her there, then watched as the bud twitched and tightened to ward him off. He flicked his tongue over her again and again, until he had to hold her still so he could keep going. With only saliva as lube, he pressed a fingertip to her ass and coaxed her body to accept the invasion, tight and hot, a tiny bit at a time. She cried out, shuddered. It had been a long time since he’d used her there.

  She gave a long, low whimper, and he felt her muscles tense as she came to full awareness.

  “Mister Leduc!” she blurted blearily. “What are you doing?”

  He reached under her, toggling her slick, swollen clit. “Claiming what I own.”

  She moaned into the mattress, the sound punctuated by a squeal as her body clamped down, trying to keep him out. He withdrew his finger, then grabbed the lube from the nightstand and squirted some directly onto her ass. Even though she tightened against his invasion, her body was helpless to prevent it. By the time he squeezed a second finger in with the first, she lay limp and panting, accepting his careful thrusts. His index and middle fingers looked impossibly large assailing her little hole. She grunted in discomfort.

  “You’d better convince your body you’re ready for this, kitten, because my cock is going in next.”

  “No, Mister Leduc! You can’t! It’s going to hurt!”

  “Is that why you’re alternating between humping that pillow and fucking your ass onto my fingers?” He watched as her bottom rose to take his fingers again, and she squirmed until they were lodged deep in her hot hole. Yeah, she hated it all right. He spread his fingers inside her, trying to make room for himself, and she grunted, then whimpered into the mattress.

  “I was sleeping!”

  “You should be grateful I’m distracting you from the welts on your ass.”

  She made a low, throaty noise that was anything but dainty. “Can I choose another beating instead?”

  “No. You were begging for anal in your sleep, so I knew you’d never be satisfied with just another beating.”

  She whimpered.

  “You want my cock in here. Admit it.” He circled a finger on her clit hood.

  “No! Use Rodrigo instead!”

  He laughed and kissed her pretty mouth, then let his gaze drifted over. Rodrigo was missing – why hadn’t he noticed before?

  “Where is Ro?” He scanned the room, wondering when the walls had been replaced by windows.

  “He ran away with his new lover. Didn’t he tell
you? I think they went to Marseilles.”

  What the fuck? Jealousy and anger twisted in his gut like a sliver of overheated metal.

  Wait... Did she say Marseilles?

  Fuck. If he’d run off with Loïc, he was going to kill them both. Anger blurred his vision and shook the room. Minnow clutched at the sheets, as though the quake was going to throw her off the bed.

  “Don’t worry, Master. I’m going too, and then you’ll be alone, just the way you like.”

  He roared, smashing things in the room – statues he’d never seen, art he’d never hung.

  Minnow watched him sadly.

  “Church told you to stop pushing people away, but you don’t love any of us. Not really. We’re just a game to you.”

  Pain ripped through him.

  He’d finally gone too far. There was no coming back from this.

  They were leaving.

  He forgot how to breathe. He was suffocating.

  Dirt in his mouth.

  He woke, blinking. Grass tickled his nose. He snorted then rolled to his back, staring at the predawn sky. A few feet away the door to the forge yawned open, willing to take him back.

  At least something was.

  Climbing to his feet, he tried to retrace his night. He’d come home from Rodrigo’s all fucked up. Surly. Unable to sleep. He’d come down and done some welds. Gotten drunk. The worktable held a wadded up shirt he remembered laying his head on briefly. He must have fallen asleep. Finally. It had been days.

  He couldn’t sleep in the stupid house with them gone. He didn’t even like going in to get food.

  He had to get Loïc the fuck out of his house before he ruined everything.

  *

  Taking Loïc to the lake felt strange. He and Church had spent most of their summers in the wild quiet of the secluded area, getting eaten alive by mosquitoes that had probably been the great, great, great, et cetera, grandmothers of the ones eating him and Loïc today.