In the Air Chapter 6
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"Join me." Mistress patted the cushion next to herself on the couch. "I want you to read to me."
She had allowed Halsin the run of the apartment for the last tenday, and he had spent much of it either reading at the library or on the balcony overlooking the gardens, studying them from above. Mistress hadn't been around much, and Tarlyn even less. Halsin had even spent some of the nights alone. He had been getting a little lonely.
Sitting down next to Mistress, he picked up the book she had chosen, an account of the life of one of her ancestors. He hadn't read it before, and he hoped he wouldn't stumble too much over the words. Before he could start reading, Mistress lay back against the couch's armrest and stretched her legs across his lap. It took him by surprise - he was used to her casually touching him, but this was very different. He slowly put one hand on her leg, holding the book open with the other, and started to read.
The words took them thousands of years and many leagues away, and Halsin found it easy to follow the flow of the story with his voice. Mistress listened, twirling a strand of her hair, one hand resting on her stomach. He petted her, his fingers drawing shapes on the white silk of her dress.
When he paused at the end of a chapter, she reached out to touch his arm. "Thank you. We will continue another time."
But she had not yet sat up, so he gathered his courage to ask for a little more of her time. There was something he had to know, and he hoped she would tell him.
"Mistress, may I ask a question?" He closed the book on the ribbon page marker before putting it on the table, not quite daring to look at her.
"I believe you just did." She hadn't taken her legs off his lap, and her voice was amused. "What is it you want to know?"
"If I were to remove the plug you gave me without your permission, what would happen? I know you said it would hurt me, but how?"
"It would cut you open from the inside out. You know how it feels when you grow hard with it in place. That pain is mere illusion, but the moment you try to pull it out, it will turn very real." She sat up, curling her legs under herself, and rested one hand on his arm, her thumb petting his wrist.
If you scream, I will pull that plug out of you. Tarlyn's voice was so clear in Halsin's mind as if the words had been spoken aloud. He would have done it. He still might.
"Look at me." Mistress touched his hair, running her fingers along one of the small braids falling over his shoulder. He turned to her and held her gaze, doing his best to hide the fear that sat heavy in his stomach.
"I don't want you to think that I am punishing you with this. You are far from the only male wearing one like it, it's a common practice. But you are the only male who isn't a drow who wears it, certainly in this house and maybe in the whole city. You have potential. I knew that from the moment I laid eyes on you. It's why you are here, and it's why I expect you to work on improving yourself. So far, you have not disappointed." Cupping his cheek in her palm, she placed a lingering kiss to his lips. "I am glad I decided to bring you here."
"Thank you, Mistress. I will do my best that it will stay that way." He meant it. When he had been brought to the city, she had been the first person to talk to him. The soldiers who had caught him certainly hadn't. They had barked orders at best and more often than not had used whips or fists. He had known that she was his best chance for survival, and he would have endured far more than she had asked of him to have that chance.
"There are those who will hurt themselves with it on purpose, in a sacrifice to Lolth. It is quite a sight. The most determined ones will manage to repeat it several times. But there are much more pleasant things to be done with it as well. Wait here." She stood and walked to the bedroom, leaving him contemplating the idea of pulling the plug out on purpose, and then doing it all over again.
When she returned, she was carrying a small roll of leather and a vial of oil. Straddling him, she put the oil down next to him and then unrolled the leather, displaying a neat row of metal rods in varying thickness and shapes, all of them much longer than the plug he was wearing. Halsin shifted under her weight, swallowing to wet his suddenly parched throat. Mistress tapped his chin with one finger to bring his attention from the rods back to herself. She took his hands and placed them on her waist.
"Keep still." Unlacing his pants, she tugged them down far enough that his balls lay over the waistband of his underwear and held his cock in her hand, pulling out the plug before he had time to prepare. It didn't hurt but it made him shiver all over, his fingers tightening on her waist for a moment. She wrapped the plug in a kerchief and picked one of the rods. It was slender, with several round bumps not unlike his own plug and a silver ring at the end.
When she stroked him, Halsin made a needy sound deep in his throat. His cock thickened in her hand, and she took her time with it, playing with the foreskin and caressing the vein on the underside before returning to strokes from root to tip. She knew him at least as well as Tarlyn, and he surrendered himself to her.
"Watch." Mistress' voice was low and just a little hoarse, her pupils so wide they ate away at the dark red iris. Halsin dropped his gaze to himself, holding his breath as she rubbed a few drops of oil across his slit with her thumb. The rod was already glistening with it, and she gently squeezed the head of his cock to open him up. The touch of metal inside his hole was no longer new to him, but he still moaned. It was so very different when he wasn't doing it himself.
Mistress took her time with this as well. At first, she pushed the rod only as deep as the plug would reach, allowing him to get used to its different shape. When she let it slip deeper into him, it raised every hair on Halsin's body. He held on to her as tightly as he dared in an effort to control the shudder creeping up his spine, every exhale a small whimper.
The beads placed along the length of the rod spread him wider as they entered, his hole closing behind each one and opening for the next. By the time the last one had vanished inside of him and there was only the ring left, Halsin was shivering with the need to be touched, to move, to find some kind of release for the twanging tension of his nerves.
He arched his neck and shouted when Mistress ran her finger down his cock, following the line of the rod from the ring to where its end sat almost at the root. She learned forward to nuzzle at his neck, trapping his cock between them. The silk of her robes was cool against his skin, her belly pressing down on the length of the rod inside of him with every breath. Halsin let his head fall back against the backrest of the couch, following the pull of her hands in his hair. She kissed his throat, his jaw, his earlobe, caressing the lines of his face until the tension has melted out of him, leaving him pliant and calm. His arousal sat curled tight in his groin, a banked fire ready to go up in flames at the slightest breeze.
"You are taking this just as beautifully as I imagined." Mistress braced herself on his shoulder to sit up, reaching for his hand that still sat on her waist. "Now, hold yourself, like this."
She made him take himself in a loose grasp, fingers resting on the underside of his shaft. The outline of the metal was clearly palpable underneath his fingertips, and even the faint pressure of holding his cock the way Mistress wanted caused a rush of need that had him panting.
"Do try to hold on for as long as you can. If you find yourself overwhelmed, tell me and I will let you spend." Mistress grasped the ring between two fingers, ever so slowly twirling the rod.
Halsin fought the urge to buck his hips in search of a release he wouldn't get, not like this. His body only knew that he had to do something to get more of this pleasure, chase down his release no matter how. All his instincts were shouting at him to grip himself harder, stroke himself, rut into his fist until the tension would snap.
It built impossibly higher, Mistress pulling on the ring to make the rod slip out of him, first one and then another bead reappearing. Every muscle wound tight, Halsin was quivering, his mind offering a flash of a fantasy of Mistress releasing him of it and allowing him to take her, wrapping her legs around him as he fucked her, his face buried against her neck.
It was almost enough to make him come undone when she pushed in again, the rod gliding past his fingertips, setting his nerves on fire. He opened his mouth to beg her, and found the strength to hold on just a little longer. It would please her.
He was rewarded with a shock of pleasure so fierce it tore a shout from him, the rod slipping halfway out and right back in, the beads stretching him in a way he hadn't thought possible. Mistress kept fucking him, putting her hand over his to make him stroke himself while she did. It sliced through the very last fraying remains of his composure clean as a knife.
"Please!" Halsin only had time for the one word before his body seized up, the end inevitable. Mistress pulled the rod out of him, his seed chasing it, landing on Halsin's tunic and Mistress' sleeve in thick white strands.
Ignoring the mess, Mistress leaned into him once more, her head on his shoulder and her hand trailing up and down the shell of his ear, gently kneading the tip. She allowed Halsin the time he needed to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling against her weight. A languid exhaustion was entangling his limbs and grasping at his mind.
"Do you want to rest?" Mistress barely raised her voice above a whisper, her breath warm on his neck.
"If it pleases you." Halsin very much did not want to move, to let go or have her let go of him. The lust and pleasure had ebbed away but they had left behind a contentment so deep he could sink into it and let it enfold him.
"Then lie down with me here." She pulled his tunic up and over his head, tossing it aside. With the leather roll and vial on the table, they had room to stretch out on the couch, Halsin on his back and Mistress on top of him. Her head resting on his chest, she pillowed it on one arm, her legs tangled with his. She had undone the outermost layer of her robes, draping it over them like a blanket, the fabric almost too light to be felt where it lay on Halsin's bare arms. He held her wrapped in an embrace, turning his face into her touch when she cupped his cheek in her hand. She grew heavy, her breathing slowing as she sank deep into her reverie, and Halsin followed her.
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