Vitalia ran her hand down Ruarc’s taut belly. His wrists were still secured above his head, and his ankles were chained to the foot of the bed. As she demanded when he slept, he was naked. The bonds weren’t in place because she feared he’d attack her. She just liked the way the chains looked on him. His eyes blinked open, and she smiled before slithering atop him. “Good morning, my darling. Did you sleep well?” She fiddled with the ring she’d placed in his left nipple.
The shackles on his wrists rattled a little. “I dreamed I was trapped in a mad woman’s castle.”
She laughed. “Darling, you’ve done nothing to make me angry with you.” She raised herself up a little to kiss him. Then she trailed her hand down to begin fondling him. “You’re the most delightful pet I’ve ever purchased.” Only the briefest shadow crossed his face at the reminder. He’d become better at schooling his expressions. She kissed him again, tasting his lips as she continued toying with him until he was squirming beneath her. Then she mounted him.
His back arched as he moved for her, thrusting upward to please her. It hadn’t taken him long to learn. She arched her own back as she rode him, moaning softly. The rules of their morning sessions had been explained to him carefully. If he came before she did, Durante would be allowed to take a belt to his ass before using him. To Durante’s disappointment, Ruarc had proved disciplined enough to avoid that fate.
When she came, she slid off him, leaving him unfulfilled. A smirk came to her face when he responded with a glare, and she leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on his lips. “Keep your hands off yourself, my dear. If you wish release, you may ask Gian to service you.” He gave a small shake of his head. He wouldn’t, as she well knew. Which meant he’d be having a frustrating day.
“Are you going to unchain me?” He pulled at his wrists before raising an eyebrow.
“From the bed, yes.” She grabbed the key, then glanced up when Gian entered in response to her ring of the bell. Gian was limping just a little. “Gian, bath Ruarc and then take him into the dungeon and secure him to the frame.”
“Yes, my lady.” Gian bowed.
Ruarc rose from the bed as soon as she’d finished unfastening the shackles. There were no clothes laid out for him, and he gave a small shake of his head when he noticed. She smiled at him. “And Gian?”
“My lady?” Gian looked at her.
“Keep him hard, but do not give him release unless he asks you for it.”
Gian gave her a slightly confused look, but nodded. Ruarc, however, clenched his fists and glared again. “You said —”
“You need not do anything to him, Ruarc.” She patted his shoulder. “Unless you want to.”