Make Me: The World of Knott

18Jaide

It tookme far too long to fall asleep after witnessing a full grown man disappear into thin air.

So when Parris came bounding into my room before sunrise, all I was able to manage was a moan. I knew there was some way that I was supposed to greet him, but I didn’t give a rat's ass about that.

Besides, I already had too much of an issue with asses and Synians and Synian asses.

"Why darling, that's no way to greet your master.” His voice was playful, even if his features were dark. He bounced over to me anyway, his step light as he looked me up and down.

I shivered, my nipples instantly peaking against my robe in greeting. What was it about the way these kings looked at me that made me shiver and my nipples stand at attention?

Duh, Jaide, probably the fact that their skin is like ice and you are wearing the equivalent of a damp paper towel.

It was clearly affecting my judgment.

"And how should I greet you, your magnanimous cock-ness?' I sassed back, and immediately regretted it. His eyes flashed red, that already dark smile twisting deeper as he leaned over me.

"When you greet me you say ‘Good Morning, Master’, and you spread your legs so I can see all the beautiful cunt I paid for." His chilled fingers wrapped around my visible knee, throwing it back, and me along with it.

I rolled onto my back with a yelp. The blanket moved with me, my legs flopping open so that I was perfectly exposed to Parris. His dark grin twisted into pleasure as he sighed, his eyes slowly tracing every line of my body. I shivered, as though his intense stare was the chill of his fingers running over my skin.

"Say it," Parris commanded, his red eyes boring into mine before his focus darted down again.

"Good morning, Master," I spoke with a moan, shifting my weight in an effort to relieve the pressure the plug was putting against my bladder, and my G-Spot. Parris noticed, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the base of the plug and the straps.

"What's this?" Parris laughed, his finger tracing the sensitive skin that surrounded the plug before tugging on the straps. "Aldric has already plugged you? My, my. Over two inches. I believe, my dear, he has plans to knot your ass. That will hurt, won't it. Much like this."

His voice was hungry, his eyes alight as he began to fiddle with the base of the plug, as though he wished he had been the one to put it there. Maybe he did. He tapped the exposed base, moving it inside of me and I jerked. Somehow, the metal was still cold. I could feel every move it made inside of me. Of course that was probably because of how big it was. Over two inches. It didn't seem like much, but feeling it inside of me...

"God..." I moaned as he gripped the end and spun it inside of me. The silver plug put pressure in in all the right places.

"Oh no, I am not your God. There is no God. I am your Master." He spun it again, the motion pushing me closer and closer to that cliff.

I had no idea what would happen if he pushed me over it, or if that would trigger a heat too. I didn't want to know.

"Master. Please, no more." I moaned that time, I couldn't risk him pushing me closer to that edge. I had been on the edge of a frenzy since I arrived here. These Synians and their games were going to drive me mad. Even Elliot with his oversized dick wasn't helping.

"No more?" There was an edge to his voice, but thankfully he stopped, his finger tracing a line down my thigh instead. Parris's line of ice stopped at my knee, where he closed my legs together again. "I will give you a pass this time, darling, but only because I know what Aldric has done to you. I can't remove the plug, but I can help relieve your need. Let me touch you."

It wasn’t a question, I knew I didn’t have a choice. He owned me. He was mated to me. He could do whatever he wanted. My legs began to open all on their own, begging for him, but I snapped that cargo train shut.

"No! I did it!" I yelled, Parris’s momentary shock at my outburst replaced by a mischievous chuckle as he gripped my knee, one motion away from exposing me again.

"You did it?" Parris was all smiles as he flopped onto the bed next to me, covering my nest in his scent.

"Yes, with a..." Oh god, was I really about to admit this? "Thing." Yes, because clearly he is going to believe that.

"A thing?" He didn't.

"Yeah, a thing..." Next time I tried to cover up the fact that I had tried to service myself with a giant replica of Elliot’s knot I was going to come up with something better than 'a thing'.

"Tell me about it. This... thing.” He emphasized the word with enough sugar that it made my spine shake. Just thinking about the plug, and the knot, and Elliot was taking me right back to that cliff. I could feel myself grow damp with slick. "Tell me about how it felt. How did the thing feel, darling?"

God. Why did he have to talk to me like that? Like he was the god of sex and lust and his dick was covered in chocolate buttons. The sheets I was laying on were growing damp with my slick.

Parris was lying next to me, his head only inches from mine as he smiled, as he looked at me with eyes that were now the color of pale gold. Like warm wood, or chocolate when you first mix in the cream.

Fucking sex god with a chocolate dick.