Once inside the small room in the tavern, I saw one bed. It's my worst fear come to life.
"You take one side, I take the other. It's not that hard. Of course unless you want it to be," Dorian added, winking at me. I rolled my eyes and walked to the washroom.
I changed into my nightgown and scrubbed my face. When I walked back out to the main room, Dorian was buttoning his pants, and started to climb into bed with no shirt.
"That's what you wear to bed?" I remarked, astonished that he was only half clothed when sleeping near me.
"I could say the same for you," he started to say as I slid under the covers. "I mean really, you look like you're a needy brat in desperate need of attention." He said as he turned and put one arm on each side of me, to where he was directly over me. I looked up at him both shocked and amused.
"I'm impressed it took you this long," I said smartly.
"Oh, so you want punishment now sweetheart?"
"Absolutely," I said.
"Darling, you're going to regret that," Dorian threatened harshly. He grabbed his belt from the floor and tied my wrists above my head to the headboard of the bed. While one hand was holding onto my hip, keeping me still, the other started snaking up my side, to my neck, to my collar, then stopped over my chest. He started messing with the lacing of my nightgown, probably wanting to rip it right off of me. The tension could not have been thicker. In one swift movement, he repositioned his legs, pushing one of mine to the side, and pressing his knee up against my cunt.
"Ah-"
"Do you like that?" Dorian asked.
"Yes-"
"Alright then," Dorian moved his knee slightly back to where I have to pull against my binds to create any kind of friction. Hissing in frustration, I pull against my binds as hard as I can to get any sensation. Dorian then moves his leg up hard, rubbing against my clit through my underwear, then pulls back. He moves his legs to either side of mine, pushing me shut tightly. I move my hips crazily to get some sort of friction. He puts the hand that was messing with the nightgown on my lower stomach, right above my hips, stopping me from moving.
"Good girl," he said when I stopped fighting him. I didn't know what he wanted to do.
"Don't move," he commanded. I just looked at him and he walked off. I didn't lay there long without him. He came back with what appeared to be a large bullet. I gave him a weird look.
"Don't worry, babe, it's a vibrator. You can't be a legendary sex-god prince without one these days." I gave him a suspicious look, but didn't say anything. It started buzzing when he turned it on. He touched it to my stomach and I gasped. He grinned.
"I knew you'd love it," he said. Slowly he brought the bullet lower and lower over my dress until he went down into the crevice between my cunt and thighs. I was holding in my noises as much as I could. I tried to force my legs open, but Dorian was there to keep them shut.
"Dorian, please," I begged him to allow my legs open.
"Only because you asked nicely darling, but next time you're going to have to tell me more of what you want." He released my legs and the bullet fell onto the bed. He picked it up and turned it off. He touched my underwear with his hand.
"Darling, you're so wet. You want me. How badly?"
"Very badly- I- Dorian, please."
"Please what?"
"Pl-please fuck me Dorian."
"In all due time, my dear. Remember, you're still being punished." Why did I do this to myself? He slid his whole body down my body to where his face was next to my clothed cunt. He reached up and started tugging my underwear down. I lifted myself to help him. It was a sigh of relief once they were off.
"Beautiful," Dorian said breathlessly, making me blush profusely. I felt the warm sensation of his mouth as it made contact with my cunt. He looked up a bit as I looked down at him, we held strong eye contact as he started toying my clit with his tongue. I couldn't do it anymore, I broke contact and tilted my head back in ecstasy. The pattern he goes in, taking me from one high to the next. Showing me new colors of the world. Feelings and emotions running wild.
"I'm close," I muttered out and Dorian sped up. With one last, loud moan I finished in his mouth. Only he didn't stop. My punishment. My feelings were heightened, every touch to my skin, extra sensitive. He finally pulled away. Without a moment to breathe though, he took the bullet and put it right up my cunt. I sucked in breath hard.
"D-Dorian." He just smirked then put my underwear back on. He then started pulling my nightgown up, over my head, but left it around my tied wrists. While I squirmed from the bullet, he reached up and bit, sucked on, and kissed my neck. He moved down slowly, and made it to one breast. He did the same to it then moved on to the next.
"Dorian! I-I'm close again," I whimpered out, losing stamina.
"Good sweetheart. I want two more out of you after this."
"N-no Dorian, I can't."
"Fine, one. No getting out of it."
"Yes, Dorian." With louder and longer moans I finished again for the second time. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for his next torture. He pulled the bullet out of me and my underwear off and set them aside. He unbelted my wrists from the bed and pulled me up to where I was sitting on the bed. Pulling my nightgown off of me, he touched every spot of bear skin he could. He undid his pants while he sat on the side of the bed. He then lifted me up and put me on himself. I felt him slide into me, then there was a knock at the door.
"No, Dorian, don't answer it." I knew I shouldn't have said it. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me. It was easy for him. No embarrassment because he was clearly wearing pants. I clearly wasn't. He opened the door to a small looking man dressed nicely.
"Sorry for bothering, um, I- I have a- actually, nevermind. Sorry for wasting your time. Have a good night," the man said quickly and left. Dorian then turned to shut the door, and in doing so, twisted his cock inside me.
"Does that feel good sweetheart?'
"Yes." With that, he threw me back down on the bed. He put my legs over his shoulders and slammed into me as hard as he could. His rhythmic grunts synced with my moans and the slaps of our skin. Not much longer after that I announced I was close again. Dorian just looked at me and grinned. That 'I won' grin. I finished, then seconds after and a bit of masturbating, Dorian came as well. He fell next to me on the bed.
"So, how'd I do? Still deserving of the sex-god title?" Dorian asked.
"Fuck Dorian- I think your deserving of the god-like-incubus title."
"Damn right," he responded. His words came only halfway to me. By the time he said the word 'right' I was basically asleep and completely out of any energy. The last thing I remember is bits and pieces of Dorian cleaning me with a rag and putting me under the covers. What a night.
