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It had been days since Daemon had first found the carved toy in her drawer.
And though he had teased her endlessly—threatened to toss it into the sea, claimed it would never touch her again—he hadn’t quite followed through. Not entirely.
Because he never said he wouldn’t use it on her.
And tonight? He was making good on that little loophole.
Rhaenyra lay on the bed, trembling. Her back archer against his chest, head turned to the side, eyes glassy and wet with overstimulation. Daemon was propped up behind her, his long legs spread lazily as he sat back against the headboard, utterly relaxed. One of his hands held her open, fingers curling just above her thigh, and the other?
The other gripped the very same toy that had started all of this.
He was pumping it in and out of her slowly, deliberately, testing pressure, angle, speed. Sometimes he’d twist it. Sometimes he’d circle it around her entrance, just brushing, just enough to make her hips twitch and her mouth drop open.
And he watched. Closely. Like a man possessed by curiosity and lust.
“Don’t close your legs again,” he murmured, voice velvet-dark. His free hand gave her trembling thigh a soft slap. “Keep them open. I want to see everything.”
Rhaenyra whimpered, thighs instinctively trying to press together—but he gripped her knee and forced them apart again.
“You’re not shy with my cock,” he reminded her, smirking. “Don’t go shy with a toy. Not now.”
He angled it slightly, brushing the top wall of her heat, and Rhaenyra’s entire body jolted like he’d struck a nerve.
“There it is,” Daemon said lowly, wickedly pleased. “That’s what I was looking for.”
Her hands fisted in the sheets. Her breath stuttered out in a broken moan.
He kept his strokes shallow and slow, tormenting her. Learning her.
“This is quite the tool,” he said, dragging the carved length out until just the tip remained inside. “Whoever made it had skill. Almost got the shape right.”
Then he pushed it in fast and deep.
Rhaenyra cried out, spine arching, hips bucking—but he held her down.
“But they don’t know your body like I do,” he added, pulling back again. “They didn’t see the way you squirmed when I first put it here—” He pressed it just to the side, where her walls fluttered. “—or how you clench when I whisper in your ear.”
He leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Move your hips for me.”
“I—I can’t,” she breathed, already shaking, her thighs twitching from the effort of holding still.
“You can,” he whispered. “I want to see you fuck it. Come on. Let me see how desperate you really are.”
It took everything in her, but she obeyed. She lifted her hips and rocked forward, then back again. The toy pushed deeper as she whimpered. Her legs were trembling, slick dripping down her thighs.
Daemon exhaled a pleased sigh. His hand wrapped around the base of the toy and helped guide her rhythm, twisting it slightly every time she dropped her hips.
“You’re doing so well,” he said. “Look at you. Ruined already and I haven’t even touched you properly.”
She was moaning like a woman possessed, incoherent half the time, her words spilling out in curses and gasps and pleas. “Fuck—Daemon—fuck—it’s too—too much—”
“But not too much when it’s my cock, hmm?” he teased, dragging it out almost all the way. “Only too much when it’s this?”
He pushed it back in with one sharp thrust, and her legs kicked involuntarily.
“Oh, you love it,” he said smugly. “You love this… because it’s me doing it. You’re mine, and even this fucking toy knows it.”
His fingers reached down to stroke her clit in slow, firm circles, just as he thrust the toy in again—and she shattered.
Completely.
Her body locked, her back arched off his chest, and a guttural moan tore from her throat as she came so hard her vision went white. Her limbs were useless. Her voice cracked. And the sheets beneath them were ruined.
He finally stilled the toy, letting her body spasm and jerk in its own rhythm.
Daemon watched her come undone, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face.
“You’ll never fuck yourself with this again,” he whispered as she gasped for air. “But I might.”
She barely registered the sound of him moving beside her until she felt the shift in the mattress… and then the toy—that toy—sliding out from between her legs.
He said nothing at first. Just held it in his hand, slick and warm, and looked at it like it was some artifact he’d plucked from a battlefield.
And then he brought it up. To her face.
Her brows furrowed, eyes narrowing sharply.
“Don’t you fucking—”
But his hand was already cradling her jaw, his voice dipping low in her ear. “Just take it.”
The look she gave him could’ve killed a lesser man. If it had been his cock, she might’ve bitten it clean off.
But he didn’t flinch. He knew her too well. And she knew him—knew the edge in his voice meant he wanted this, needed it, not just for pleasure but for power.
And maybe… just maybe… she wanted to give it to him.
So, slowly, she opened her mouth. Just a little.
His eyes lit up like wildfire.
The tip slipped past her lips, and she let it in—inch by inch, wrapping her mouth around the very toy he’d just used inside her. The warmth of it, the salt of herself still clinging to the wood, and the look in his eyes… it sent a shiver down her spine.
Daemon groaned, deep and rough. “Seven hells…”
She kept her eyes on him, refusing to look away. It wasn’t submission. Not from her. This was control, too. A silent, deliberate show of power—she was allowing this.
His breath hitched as he watched her lips move around the toy. His hand found his own trousers, pulling them down just enough to free himself. He was already hard—aching, twitching, flushed dark red with need.
“I was going to fuck you while you did that,” he confessed, voice cracking with restraint. “That was the plan. To fuck you from behind… while you sucked on the thing you tried to replace me with.”
But then he moaned again, almost helplessly, his voice turning into a soft, broken sound. “But gods… look at you.”
She was still working her mouth over it, slowly, deliberately. Not because she wanted the taste, but because she wanted to watch him. Because watching Daemon fall apart was her favorite pastime.
He gripped the base of his cock, stroking once, twice, unable to tear his gaze away. “You look so fucking perfect. All smug and filthy and divine.”
She hummed low in her throat, letting the vibration run through the wood, and that was it—Daemon’s jaw clenched, his head falling back as a guttural groan ripped from his chest.
His breath hitched as he began to slide it past her lips faster, deliberately, his hand guiding the movement—back and forth. She kept her eyes on his, that glint of mischief and fire still burning behind the pleasure.
Daemon’s chest rose and fell with heavy breath. “Fuck… you take it so well,” he muttered, voice cracking around the edge of restraint.
And then her hand moved.
Without a word, without changing expression, her hand slid between them. Wrapped around him. Fingers curled just right. She began to stroke—slow and steady, matching the rhythm of the toy in her mouth.
His hips twitched.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Her mouth hollowed, and she gave a little moan around the toy just as her hand squeezed tighter. That sound—that sound—reverberated straight through him, and his knees almost buckled where he sat.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he said, trying to laugh, but it came out like a groan. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
She blinked up at him, lashes fluttering as she took more of the toy in her mouth—deeper now, almost teasing herself with it. Her tongue dragged along the smooth surface, her lips shining, cheeks flushed.
Daemon couldn’t look away. His hand trembled slightly as he kept the rhythm of the toy in her mouth. Her hand on him was working magic—stroking, twisting, playing him like a well-tuned instrument. He was losing it, and she knew.
“Look at you,” he whispered, voice raw. “On your knees, fucking yourself with your mouth, touching me like that… You’re mine. Every inch of you.”
She moaned again, louder this time, letting it vibrate through the toy as her thumb swiped over his tip, spreading the bead of pleasure that had already started to form.
Daemon’s hips bucked forward with a groan. “Seven hells, I—”
She pulled back slightly, letting the toy slip from her mouth just enough to speak.
“What’s the matter? I thought you were on charge,” she whispered, breath warm against his skin. “Are you close?”
His head dropped back. “I’m fucking close.”
And her hand on him didn’t stop.
Neither did his hand on the toy—still guiding it in and out, still watching her mouth take it so greedily, like she’d done it a hundred times.
And when she leaned in again, sucking at the tip with purpose while her hand pumped him harder, his whole body tensed.
“Fuck—Rhaenyra—”
He was undone. He came hard into her hand with a loud groan,