POSSESSIVE (MXM)

Fourteen

Elijah is not one to pressure people, although he loved the feeling of being in control. He recalls how his father's first advise when he was appointed as the advisor of the throne that, not for one instance should he think he is above the queen or the council. Basically, his father was letting him know that he should always know and remember his place. He is just an advisor not the ruler. That was a hard pill for him to swallow, as he was a child that was determined to live by his own rules. Although, now that he thinks about it, his entire life has been detected by the gods.

The one time Elijah felt in control was the day Dana, his lover insisted he ties her up. Hands and legs. They had been intimate a few times before, however, one day, randomly, the beautiful girl with long white hair that reached her waist wished for her limbs to be tied, and gave Elijah all the control to her body. He had loved it, he drowned in it, and left wanting more of that power. Dana was never shy to submit to him. However, their affair ended tragedy, when Dana spoke of feelings Elijah knew he could never reciprocate, let alone marry her as she had proposed.

A few months later, he got in an entanglement with Sophia. He thought Dana was wild but Sophia was just wicked. The first time he asked Sophia to tie her up, she had suggested that while he was at it, he might as well pour hot candle wax on her naked skin. Their sexual encounter was so intense and at times brutal, because Sophia was the pure definition of masochist. Things Elijah would never let Nolan do, he had enjoyed it with Sophia but could never enjoy with Nolan. His heart would break seeing the robe marks on his beautiful wrists and ankles, or the whip slashes all over his body. That he can leave behind and never crave. However, their departure with Sophia was a civil one. One day, Sophia told him she was moving to a different kingdom in search for a higher source of power, she claimed she needed it. Elijah had willingly let her go and wished her the best. She was the best lover but not one to keep.

Elijah sighed, running his hands all over his upper body, before stopping in front of his window uninterestedly looking at the view. His last encounter with Nolan had been good. He had briefly wondered in Shillian if the prince would like what he liked. If he had not, Elijah tossed and turned every night trying to figure out as to what would he do? Would he defy the gods or would he settle for the normal love making? He had not known the answer even as he rode with the princess of Akazenya to the kingdom of Larmont.

But judging from Nolan's reaction to his tease, the prince at least loved some of it, and enjoyed a little pain. That was good to know. As for, how much Nolan was willing to take, Elijah didn't know. His biggest concern at the moment was if whether the prince would willingly surrender his control, and submit to him. Just a few days in, Elijah already knew the prince had an attitude that could test gods, and a zeal that could make peasants bow. That was something Elijah needed Nolan to give up for him in bed. To know his soulmate trust him enough to give him control would mean a lot to Elijah who craved it like a drug addict craves drugs.

He knew that trust will demand time and patience. But could Nolan ever reach that point?

Elijah's thoughts were disturbed by the subject of his restless thoughts. As the prince barged into his room.

"Sir Elijah, no offence but when you said you were going to give me a punishment, I didn't know you meant giving me a huge ass bruise on my neck!" He hissed, pulling his shirt down to expose more of his neck.

Elijah only stared at the bruise and then back at Nolan, his face blank of any emotions.

"Luckily, Marie thought it was a mosquito bite! And you better hope everyone thinks so because dare my fathers ask!" He hissed again, this time his hands flaring everywhere.

Elijah would have laughed at the whole situation, however, his aim at this moment was to try to appear at least somewhat interested in what Nolan was saying, which explained his blank stare. That was better than him laughing