Chapter 80: Dominated

“The rules are this,” Shannon said. She reached back and grabbed him by the nuts again, then tightened her fingers, hard. “I get to decide when we have sex, you leafy-haired freak, and if you ever take me to this place again without my consent, I will hunt you down in real life and I will rip them off.”

Tl'oghk'etnaeyen groaned through the gag as she tightened her grip, waiting for him to get the memo.

“Understand?!” she demanded, clenching her fingers even more.

“Mmmphh!” he cried.

“On the other hand,” she said, releasing his nutsack and leaning forward, planting her hands in the sand on either side of his head so she could get a good look at him, “I accept.”

“Mmmph?” he asked, blinking up at her warily.

Shannon grinned down at him, strangely exhilarated by how helpless he was. She knew it was an act—she knew he could, in reality, leave at any moment—but it excited her nonetheless. “You fulfill my fantasy here and I’ll fulfill yours there.”

“Mmmfh fmmg mmrrfff—”

Shannon stopped him with a finger on the little red ball holding his jaws apart. “When we’re ready.”

Tl'oghk'etnaeyen swallowed, then nodded.

“But in the meantime…” The lump in his pants was pretty obvious and she’d always wondered what a man’s flesh felt like, down there, and right now, he wasn’t exactly in a position to stop her… She saw the feylord’s eyes widen even before her hand slid down his abdomen, seeking out that fascinating part of male anatomy she’d never actually seen in action.

“Mmmmmmmph,” he groaned, flexing and tilting his head back as her fingers traced the outside of his pants and she found a very rigid—

“You’re turned on,” she cried, delighted, exploring the impossibly hard shaft with her fingers through the silk.

Gasping through the gag, he nodded almost desperately.

“Holy crap,” she said, getting a good grip of it through his pants. It had to be…well, bigger than she thought a dick would be, that was for sure. Then again, she’d only ever seen them limp, and here it was like wrought iron…

She released her hold and sat up, giving him a thoughtful look. “You know, this would be a more effective domination if you couldn’t just, oh, I dunno, think about being free and boom.”

He shook his head, the desperation plain in his eyes. “MMm mmnnnthmnf mmm nnnnmph mm mmnnpph.”

“You want to go back now, huh?” she said, grinning as she intentionally misunderstood him. “That’s such a shame. Things were just getting interesting.” She tisked.

He watched her from the ground for much too long, making it clear she had misjudged what he had been trying to say—and that he understood she’d done it on purpose. Then, slowly, he shook his head, making a divot in the sand with the back of his head.

Teasingly, she said, “I mean, there are so many things I’ve wanted to do to a guy in your position.” She reached down and traced the line of his sternum, then allowed her finger to drop, seeking out the hard tips of his nipples under the yellow silk and flicking them pensively. “So many things…”

“Mmmph, mmnnndnnnkmm, mmmfh fhgggmmm…” he began.

Shannon raised a brow, and he swallowed hard and stopped talking.

Grinning, Shannon patted his chest. “Good feylord.”

He blushed, his face becoming even more green. Which made her wonder if, perhaps, other parts of him might be green.

He gave a tiny, wary nod.

No way. She had a crazy, random curiosity to see the color of his nipples. Glancing at his face to make sure she wasn’t stepping over some line, when he didn’t object, she pulled up the hem of his shirt just slightly to peek underneath, getting a brief glance of near-emerald peaks. Seeing them, like cute little green buttons, she had to touch them, and immediately, the feylord gasped and flexed beneath her.

“Oh wow, you’re a sensitive slave, aren’t you?” she asked, gently rubbing one of the tight peaks between thumb and forefinger.

His response was an uncontrolled whimper and a shudder.

Then, as the man’s naked, rippling green abs started to register in the back of her mind, Shannon quickly dropped the yellow silk back in place and tried not to puke.

Seeing him gasp and relax back into the sand, panting, she felt a surge of regret. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Too bad she was basically molesting the poor guy. Sighing, she said, “I bet you probably want me to let you up and get back to real life now, right?”

The feylord swallowed hard and, still breathing hard, shook his head.

It took her a moment to realize he…didn’t? Shannon sat there, straddling him, meeting his eyes and thinking. There were so many things she’d always wondered about men and the male body, things she had always wanted to explore, but she had never actually thought she’d ever find out due to her own ridiculous phobia. She debated that. He seemed willing enough to let her explore him, but he did have a freakin’ ball gag in his mouth…

…which made it so much easier to face his potentially naked flesh, knowing that she could hide it again the moment she wanted to.

“You said you’re in control here, right?” she finally said, after mentally chewing on that a minute or two.

Looking up at her from the sand, he nodded slowly, wary as a cat.

“And you can get out of it at any time? End it? Go home?”

He swallowed around the gag and nodded again.

“And you don’t mind if I…uh…keep going?”

Eyes locked with hers, he shook his head.

Curiously, she slipped a hand under his shirt and let it slide against the smooth skin she found there. Raising a brow, she let her fingers find one of his nipples. “So I can do anything I want to you, because if you didn’t want it to happen, you’d stop it?” She squeezed the hard peak between thumb and forefinger and was rewarded when the feylord groaned and strained underneath her again.

Seeing how much he obviously enjoyed what she was doing to him, Shannon was caught in a weird state of baffled arousal. Dropping closer to him, she pinched the turgid flesh more savagely and said, “You didn’t answer my question, slave. Could you stop this if you wanted to?”

Whimpering, the feylord nodded.

Still sitting on his abdomen, she released his nipple and let her hand trace back down to the waistband of his pants. She watched his expression carefully, reveling in the little tensions that came over his face and body as she moved his fingers over him. Gently, testingly, she slipped her fingers under the waistband, and instantly, the feylord tensed beneath her with a little gasp.

“And I can do anything?” she asked, teasing the flesh just under his belly button. “Anything at all?”

He groaned and closed his eyes, panting.

“You’re not answering my question, slave,” she said, gingerly sliding her fingers under his beltline, down through the soft tuft of his pubic hair and, when he didn’t object, tickling the soft skin at the base of his penis. Then, at his continued silence, she wrapped her hand around the shaft and held it. “Anything?”

A panting head-shake from the feylord.

She released him quickly, flushing. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought—”

“Mmmmmphf mmmph!” he cried eyes going wide and sat up as much as he could, nodding, hard. He was gasping, his breath coming in ragged pants.

Shannon hesitated, her fingers still trapped by his waistband. He didn’t look upset…

The feylord shook his head vigorously, green eyes desperate. “Hmm-mmm!”

Meaning he had been so entranced by what she was doing to him he gave her a head-shake when he meant to give her a nod.

Tl'oghk'etnaeyen nodded vigorously.

“Oh. Well, in that case…” Shannon, grinning now, reveled in how his breath caught when her fingers slid back under his pants and once again tentatively found the silky-soft head of his penis. She ran her fingers over the tender skin of the head and he groaned and flopped back to the sand, obviously enjoying it immensely. When he didn’t object, she put her hand around the rigid flesh of his shaft again and gave it a tentative tug.

The groan of pleasure was unmistakable, as was the little hip-thrust as he tried to meet her hand. Grinning despite herself, Shannon began to slide her hand upon his hard staff even as she sought out a nipple with her other hand, flicking it with her fingernail as she pumped his dick a little harder. “Mmmm mmph,” he whimpered, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he tensed underneath her, straining to get more from the friction of her hands. She kept her strokes slower than he wanted, forcing him to thrust to meet her, exhilarated by the tension and frustration it was creating in him.

This is actually a lot of fun, Shannon realized, watching the feylord lose himself to her touch. He seemed to be totally, thoroughly enjoying himself, his breathing getting heavy and ragged, the sounds behind his ball-gag getting ever more mindless and carnal.

She waited until he was pumping to meet every motion of her hand, straining and shuddering beneath her, before she spoke. “I just want you to know,” Shannon said casually, watching him contort under her. “You do not have permission to cum, slave.”

Tl'oghk'etnaeyen jerked and his eyes flashed open indignantly.

“If you do, I will punish you,” Shannon reminded him calmly. “I want you to think about that for…” she considered, “…the next ten minutes.” Then she kept going, harder this time, teasing the hot flesh of his nipples with her free hand as she tugged the hard, veiny staff of his cock with the other, giving him no escape, no mercy.

“Mmmmfph ffmmmrr!” he moaned. “Mmmmfh mmgh mmmghhhw!”

“Sorry, can’t hear you,” Shannon said.

“Mmmmmmhhhhhgfffhhh!” he cried, almost a sob.

“Better not,” she warned.

“Mmmmmhffff,” he whimpered. “Mmmffph mhhhph.”

“Nope.”

His whole body was shaking under her, his eyes closed, trembling all over like he was losing his mind.

He’s getting close, Shannon realized, as she continued to caress him. She recognized the unconscious little jerks and spasms from her own experience pleasuring herself. He’s totally on the edge…

“Don’t cum,” she warned. “You won’t like what I do to you.”

His moan made his whole body shake as he obviously struggled to keep himself under control. Just to screw with him, she started pumping faster, making him gasp and start to struggle under her, begging, trying to get away so he didn’t cum without permission.

Holy shit this is fun, she thought, watching him beg and struggle. She didn’t even bother letting him up, instead using a knee to pin his chest back to the ground as she got a better grip on his cock and started pumping it for real. “Don’t cum,” she warned, as she pumped his shaft under the silk, making him gasp and flex as his whole body shook in desperation. “You don’t wanna see what happens if you cum without permission.”

She waited until he was just about to release, gasping and shuddering and begging mindlessly through his gag for her permission to release. “So how badly do you wanna cum for me, slave?” she finally asked, slowing her motions.

He made a sound that sounded like it was a cross between a whimper and a sob, which shifted to a groan as she started to slide her hand down the shaft. Shannon grinned, buoyed by the thrill of a man letting her do this to him. Her fingers found the soft, wrinkly flesh of his balls and she cupped them in a hand, making the feylord moan.

“How bad?” she demanded, squeezing a little.

“Mmmphf,” he whimpered, tense underneath her. “Mmmhh mmmmph!” His eyes were pleading with her, and he looked, for all the world, like a man on the very edge…

“I didn’t hear you, slave,” she said, giving his testicles a threatening tug. “How badly do you wanna come for your mistress, eh?”

“Mmmph!” He was trembling under her, his whole body, and the realization of that, knowing she could drive him over the edge in a fraction of a second, was utterly exhilarating. “Mmmmph mmmmhhh phhhh mmm!”

Grinning, Shannon leaned down, bringing her lips to brush against his ear, which made him moan and flex under her again, bringing his body to meet hers. “How badly do you wanna cum for me, slave?” she whispered against his ear, bringing her hand back up to the head of his dick. She gave it another gentle stroke, then another.

“Mmfh mmmph!” He was shuddering under her, so close… She kept moving her hand, bringing him back to the very edge, grinning as she watched his eyes close and his face contort as he leaned back, about to cum.

“Say it again?” she insisted, a whisper against his earlobe.

“Mmmmmphhhhfff,” was his strangled, agonized moan.

“Wow, you sound pretty serious.”

“Mmm-hhmmm.”

“Okay then…” Against his earlobe, she said, “On second thought, I don’t feel like you deserve it yet.” She released her grip suddenly and sat up. Patting his chest, she said, “Now take me home before the barghest eats somebody.”

It took the feylord a moment to open his eyes. “Mmph?” When he saw that she was done teasing him, his eyes narrowed, and a moment later, Shannon realized it was probably the wrong thing to have done.