Prince of the Celts

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂: 𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓞𝓯 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 (🌶🌶🌶)

☆☆I'm sorry if it reads weirdly, any time I put the text through italicize or bolding, it turns all the text the same☆☆

Eerie

I smirked and lifted myself off of his lower stomach. "You're not ready to have sex with me yet, are you, apple?"

"No master. Not yet."

That was fine with me. Call me cliche, but I wanted our first time to be romantic. A destination hotel, candles, flowers, champagne, the whole deal. I wanted to hold him and love him for hours on end.

"Then, are you fine with oral? And maybe some fingering?"

He turned red and swallowed thickly. "Yes, Master."

"What a good little pet. Stay there so I can grab some tools."

I kissed his cheek and got off of the bed in search of rope, a vibrator, lube, and a blindfold.

I gathered all of them in a heap in my arms and came back to the bed, laying them out for him to see.

"Are you okay with me using these on you?"

"Yes, Master."

I smiled. "And your safe words?"

"Red to stop, orange to slow down."

"Good boy." I leaned over him and brushed my lips against his. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes."

I pressed our lips together and he sighed softly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck. I smirked against his lips and traced his bottom lip with my tongue before pressing the appendage into his mouth.

He moaned cutely and relaxed against me, letting me press him into the mattress.

I ran my fingers through his hair and trailed them up to his horns. He gasped and his body jerked as I petted the curled horn and I felt him harden against me.

I pulled away from his lips. "You like that, apple?"

He nodded and whined. "Can I have more, Master?"

"Of course. My little pet can have all the pets he wants." I grabbed his horn fiercely to force a gasped moan out of his mouth before I soothed them by running my fingertips over them with a gentleness I didn't know I possessed. He squirmed as I tickled the horn.

"Master, please." He whined desperately.

"What do you need, apple? Maybe this?" I tore open the sash
securing his robe and whipped the whole thing off of him, exposing his almost naked body, sans the underwear.

"Fuck, I will never get over this body of yours." I moaned and ran my hand down his built torso. "You're sculpted like a God. A true piece of art. How did I get so lucky to have a beauty like you?" He gasped and blushed as I traced his cheekbone with my fingers.

"So sexy. So perfect. And you're all fucking mine." I pressed my lips hotly against his again, clacking our teeth together and practically swallowing his tongue.