Royal Pains (Vampire Kings 2)

“You have every right to seek your family. You do not have the right to assault authorities.”

“I like assaulting authorities. But this time I only assaulted a door.”

“I know, boy.” Maddox’s fingers curled lightly in Will’s hair. “I know what lies inside you. I know what drives you.”

Will was right. It had been too long since they were intimate. The last time he had truly paid his boy any real attention was at the post-coronation orgy. Since then he had been busy with a thousand things that did not matter, and he had sorely neglected the one thing that mattered more than any of them.

This incident was as much Maddox’s fault as it was William's, though he would never have admitted that to the boy himself. Will needed to be punished. Mad’s little wolf craved discipline, and Maddox had been too busy to provide it. Even now, he wasn’t able to properly focus. His own throbbing desire at the sight of Will’s naked body bent to his will was getting in the way of his ability to focus on punishing William. Fortunately, that was a problem easily fixed.

He freed his cock and pulled Will's mouth onto it. This was not so much punishment as it was an opportunity for him to relax and use his boy for pleasure before the pain began. Will’s mouth was hot and eager. His lips wrapped obediently around Maddox’s cock. Maddox looked down at him, feeling himself stiffen all the more at the sight of those bright blue eyes looking back at him, and the lewd stretch of his lips and cheeks.

Will knew how to be so beautifully obedient from time to time, but with every thrust into his human captive’s mouth, Maddox remembered how absolutely insubordinate the boy had been when he was behind bars, and how much delicious domination he deserved for thinking such things, let alone vocalizing them. He curled his fingers in Will’s thick dark mane and pulled him closer, deeper, harder.

There was a moment in which Will could not breathe and Maddox held him past it for a second or two before releasing him, but not letting his cock entirely free from the young man’s mouth. He would breathe around his dick, or he would not breathe at all.

“Don’t you ever talk to me the way you spoke to me today,” Maddox lectured, giving Will a light slap to the cheek. He recognized the danger of doing this while his cock was still in Will’s mouth, but part of a good whelp’s training was bite inhibition.

Will smirked around his dick and let out what was probably a chuckle.

“Oh, you think that was funny, do you?” Maddox’s brow lifted. If Will had any sense, he’d have known better than to laugh right now. This wasn’t laughing time. This was punishment time. Maddox pulled Will back down on his dick and fucked his face hard, turning the smirking little whelp into a gasping, kneeling mess, gurgling and swallowing his cock for all he was worth.

Maddox’s mistake had been letting Will forget not only who he was, but what he was. Will wasn't merely his boy, or his captive, his work-release placement. He was his human fucking toy. He was a desperate little creature who had the great honor to kneel at Mad’s feet and beg for his forgiveness.

With his hand locked in Will's hair, he had complete control. He could have lifted him right up off his feet like the writhing little cur he had acted like. It was tempting, but he enjoyed the hot embrace of Will’s mouth too much to deny himself that pleasure.

“I don’t use you enough, boy. I don’t remind you of your place as much as I should.”

Will’s response was a wet whimper. The sound vibrated through Maddox’s flesh and brought forth a surge of seed from the depths of his balls. A more cursed fluid did not exist, and yet Will drank it down greedily without having to be told to. He had some very nice instincts once they were properly brought out with punishment.

Having drained himself into Will’s gullet, Maddox picked him up and threw him face down over the bed. He was going to take that tight little ass. A human might not be able to fuck immediately after orgasm, but Maddox could. That dark hole drew him, but something was still not quite right. Will’s ass was too pale for his liking. He needed some color.

Plucking a cane from the pile of implements he had stacked in Will’s room earlier, he lashed it across Will’s upturned ass, leaving a perfect red line across the center of Will's meaty cheeks. The boy had a great fucking rear. Thick and powerful, but still more than soft enough to take a good thrashing.

“Prison, boy. That is what awaits you if you disobey me again.”