“Tell me what I want to hear,” Erestor growled into his lover’s ear.
“Tell me now or this will continue.” He whispered as once again he ran his
hand along the sweating torso beneath him.
“Saes, no more. I can take no more.” His lover panted, pulling against
the bindings holding his feet and hands firmly in place. He shook his head
from side to side trying to dislodge the blindfold.
“I will not release you until you tell me.” Erestor stood from the bed
and walked to a table across the room. He sat down and watched the
exquisite sight of his naked lover, completely at his mercy. He poured
wine and sat breathing in its aroma before downing the goblet in one gulp.
“Now, will you tell me what I want to hear?”
“No, never! Do what you want; I will not tell you.” His lover yelled
and again pulled at the bindings.
Erestor took a deep breath and stood. “Very well, I had hoped it would
not resort to this. I have tried to be fair. I have tried to be patient,
but you have exhausted me.” Erestor walked to a table next to the bed and
looked at all the objects there. He ran his hands over various straps,
belts, wooden plugs, and whips. He saw the last object and with a wicked
grin, he picked it up.
His lover felt the bed dip and then gentle hands removed the blindfold.
He blinked several times to adjust his eyes. Looking at the beautifully
wicked dark elf hovering above him, he cleared his throat. “Erestor, what
are you going to do?”
“All you had to do was tell me. So very simple a request that you
refuse to give me. I will use the one thing I know will break you. He
grinned and bent to kiss his captive. When Erestor sat back up, he held
the object in front of his lover.
“Oh no, please. Do not use that; I cannot take that. You know, I
cannot…” His words were cut off when Erestor began slowly sliding a long
white feather along his torso. His lover began to writhe and buck beneath
him. “Stop, Erestor!” He cried between the laughs and giggles. “That is
not fair.”
“Then tell me lover. What is my name? Tell me or I will not stop.”
Erestor circled the feather up under his lover’s arms and down his chest.
He made slow sweeping movements across his abdomen and then down to his
long, hard arousal. Erestor’s grin grew as his lover’s movement became
wilder and his laughter grew louder. “Tell me what my name is!”
His lover could take no more of the sensation he felt with the feather
stroking him. He cried his release with the name Erestor wanted to hear.
“MASTER!”
Erestor smiled as he watched his lover come undone. As his lover slowly
came down from the erotic high, Erestor bent down to lap the essence from
his lover’s stomach. He untied the bindings and laid himself on top of his
exhausted lover. “Now, was that so difficult?” He whispered as their
mouths came together in a passionate kiss.
They lay together in a sweet embrace. Erestor lifted his head to look
down at his lover and grinned. “Now, what was it that you wanted me to
call you? I can not seem to remember.” He chuckled.
With a feral growl, his lover flipped them and pinned Erestor to the
bed with his strong hands. “I am to be called Master Glorfindel, and don’t
you forget it.” He smiled and licked across Erestor’s lips.
Erestor moaned and kissed Glorfindel. “Yes, I remember. Master
Glorfindel, the master of my heart.”
