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She'd felt his frustration, his overwhelm, his stress through the bond all day. He hadn't shielded her out the way he usually did during assembly meetings. It was a bad day. The emotions were wafting into her all day while she trudged through the classes with their recently integrated squad. Runes had been particularly difficult, watching Cat do well while she felt Xaden's anger flooding her body.
Violet hadn't wanted to ask him to shield or why he was angry, knowing he would tell her that night. She also appreciated the insight into the emotional landscape of the day.
After the tumult of his emotions, Violet had a plan for her man that evening. When she hadn't seen him during dinner, she whispered down the bond that she'd be waiting for him in their room and to give her a heads up when he was on his way.
The book of Tyrrish knots wasn't the only book of knots Violet had gotten her hands on. Nights spent in their room alone while Xaden was out on patrols gave her plenty of time to practice.
I'm on my way, love. His voice was tired in her mind, but butterflies erupted in her stomach.
Time to take care of Xaden.
When he walked into their room several minutes later, he still maintained composure. But as soon as he shut the door behind him, he leaned back and let his head hang for a moment. The exhaustion was bone deep.
"Get in the shower, love." Her voice had a firmness to it and he flicked his gaze up immediately.
He noticed then that the shower was running in their bathing chamber and Violet stood in front of him, hair down, wearing a black Deverelli silk nightgown that made him ache.
There was the gleam in her eye that she got once in a while.
"Is that an order?" he asked, raising a brow.
"You know it is," she said softly as she walked up to him and began to push his flight jacket off his shoulders. "And you're going to be a good boy, and obey."
"Yes, ma'am." A small smile tilted his lips up as he dropped his jacket on the floor, as she pulled him to the bathing chamber.
Warm steam wrapped around them as Violet began to undress him. She did it slowly, teasing him with little touches as she stripped his shirt, then his boots, his pants, and finally his underwear. His cock bobbed free and he started to give it a stroke when Violet clucked her tongue.
"That's mine. Your pleasure is mine, Xaden." Her blue amber eyes met his onyx ones, full of heady lust. "And good boys don't take what's mine."
He always loved her, but he really loved her like this.
"I understand," he breathed.
"Good. Now get in."
He turned to the shower stall and as he stepped in, she smacked her palm against his ass. He smirked as he turned around and backed his way into the spray of the shower. His gaze raked over her body and she slipped the nightgown off and followed him in.
Her hands started soaping his body, washing him thoroughly. A lover's touch. Not a particularly sexual one though, at least, not yet.
"Kneel," she commanded.
He sank quickly, no hesitation. His fingers twitched and his gaze stayed on her body. He wanted to touch her, and she knew that. Without ever voicing his wants, Xaden knew that Violet truly understands him and she knew how to play this game. One of his favorites. So instead of allowing his hands to do what they ached to, she cupped her fingers under his chin, and tilted his head back until the spray soaked his black waves.
Violet took his shampoo and massaged his scalp. He let out the softest groan as her nails raked through his hair. He pressed his forehead into her taut stomach and decided to risk touching her.
Fuck the gods.
He worshipped at her altar.
Xaden ran his hands up her legs and up her sides until they splayed around her ribs and just below her breasts. His cock was painfully hard and he wanted to suck on her perfect nipples.
"No more, honey. Not yet. I'll take care of you," she whispered. "You're mine, Xaden Riorson."
"Yours," he echoed back. She was torturing him with this slow sweetness and care, and he knew he'd be begging before long.
She rinsed his hair and just as she reached to turn the water off, he pounced. He bit the side of the breast, startling a gasp out of her.
"Xaden!"she yelped.
He grinned up at her after licking the spot once.
"I told you, no more. You're going to be punished for that." Her voice sounded sweet still, but she fisted his hair just hard enough to hurt. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," he breathed, though a hint of the smirk remained.
"Don't be a brat," Violet whispered into his ear, before kissing him on the temple. She followed up by yanking his head back and swiftly biting his lip. Xaden groaned in response.
"Now dry off and get on the bed, my good boy."
Xaden's eyes darkened and he grinned. He toweled off quickly and made his way back out to the bedroom.
When Violet emerged from the bathroom, he lay sprawled on the bed, half hard and waiting.
"How do you want me?"
She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head, as if she hadn't thought about it before that moment. As if she hadn't been planning all evening.
"Spread your legs. And I'll let you choose: hands out or above your head?"
He obeyed silently and chose to put his hands straight up. Violet hummed in approval as she walked to their dresser and brought out silk ties.
Okay? she asked over the bond.
"I know you'll take care of me, love," Xaden whispered in response.
"I'll take the best care of you." She kissed his lips briefly as she straddled him, and set about to tie his hands to the headboard. He wouldn't be able to see the knot, but she grinned knowing she had the ducal heir of Tyrrendor tied to his bed with traditional Tyrrish knots.
Satisfied with her work, she started teasing him, sliding her peaked nipples over his face and down his chest. He tried to bite back a groan, knowing this was only the beginning.
She paused, running the silk ties along his arms before she leaned down. Her teeth grasped one of his nipples and tugged. Xaden's breath hitched. She looked up at him with those blue amber eyes and that devastating smile that made him melt for her.
Gods, she's a fucking masterpiece, he thought to himself.
"Violet," he breathed and strained against the silk around his wrists.
"Shh," she whispered back before turning her attention to his other nipple. Before biting it, she rubbed her nose in the soft smattering of hair across his pec.
He wanted to touch her, to bury his hands in her hair and pull her back up to his lips or push her down to his cock. But then he felt the gentle pressure of the silk cuffs she created, grounding him.
She peppered his torso with kisses and she continued to slide down his body. Much to his frustration, Violet ignored his now straining cock on her way down his right leg. Deft fingers wove a cuff around his ankle and secured it to the footboard. She copied the motions on his left ankle as well.
Xaden was fully at her mercy now. Well, as much as anyone who wielded shadows could be restrained against his will.
Surrender.
The quiet he craved. It was close—he knew she would take him there.
"Blindfold?" she asked, settling between his thighs. She ran her fingernails up his muscled legs, leaving goosebumps in her wake.
"Please," he replied.
After placing a kiss on his inner thigh, tantalizingly close, she got up from the bed, retrieved a satin blindfold from the same drawer. She stoked his cheek when she came to sit beside him.
"My perfect boy," Violet murmured. "Lift."
He lifted his head so she could slip the blindfold into place, plunging him into the darkness that was usually his to command, but tonight was Violet's. He felt her move off of the mattress, but she surprised him by leaning back on and kissing him.
The kiss was deep and claiming. But as quickly as it began, she pulled away.
"What shall I do with the big, bad wingleader?" There was a giggle in her voice. "The most powerful rider of his generation. And now he's at my mercy."
"Yours," he echoed. "Please."
"Please, what?" she asked.
"Anything—touch me."
Feather light, she trailed her fingertips up and across his sculpted abdomen. His abs clenched in response before she scraped her nails down his tawny skin.
"You look so perfect, Xaden."
His chest warmed at the praise. He strained to hear what she was doing. All he knew was that she was rustling with something placed by the foot of the bed.
Shortly after she stopped, he felt a sharp cold just below his navel. He hissed as she pulled the ice away and licked his skin to soothe the sting. Violet chuckled lightly, "so responsive. What a good boy."
She kept moving, trading ice and tongue across his body until he was squirming.
His body was so hyper sensitive, waiting for the next shock of cold, that he didn't notice that she had deftly undone the ties on his ankles until she ordered him to flip over.
"You didn't listen in the shower and now it's time for your punishment. And if you take it well, you get your reward," she crooned.
He nodded rapidly.
"Yes, I'll be good." His voice was breathy, already sinking into that rare quiet in his mind and body.
"Wonderful, Xaden. Now flip over." She lightly slapped the side of his thigh, prompting him to draw his legs up and flip himself over, twisting his hands tied above his head.
When he was finally prone, he heard Violet sigh. He tensed, worried she was going to talk about his scars.
"Gods, Xaden, you're perfect," she whispered, pressing her lips to the knob at the top of his back then again and again working toward his ass. The tension bled out of him, kiss by kiss, and he was completely relaxed by the time she reached the small of his back.
"I'm going to spank you ten times, Xaden. Do you understand?"
"Yes." He shivered in anticipation.
"And you're going to count for me. If you forget, I'll add another."
He nodded.
Violet rubbed a hand across his right ass cheek, "words, love."
"Please, yes," Xaden mumbled, burying his face between his biceps. "Please touch me."
"As you wish," she responded and he could hear the smile in her voice. She lifted her hand and struck his ass with a loud smack. Xaden let out a soft groan.
"One." His count was quickly followed by the second slap on the other side. "Two," he called.
His skin burned but it was the blindness and anticipation that really grounded him in the moment. Each slap and corresponding count pushed the outside world away.
By the time they got to nine, Xaden was panting and his cock so hard he thought he might die. "Violet, please," he begged.
"One more, baby, you can take one more," she told him, leaning in to speak into his ear. A shiver ran through him as he felt the heat of her body so close to him, but not quite touching. He nodded, brushing against her.
A final, loud smack rang out as Violet delivered his final spank.
"Ten," he breathed.
"You did so well, Xaden. Perfect." She rubbed a soothing hand across his sensitive skin. "On your back now, love."
He groaned as he flipped back, desperate for her to take his cock—in her mouth, her hand, or her cunt, it didn't matter. Violet hummed in satisfaction, before finally, finally, licking her way up the underside of his aching cock. Her tongue paused on the sensitive frenulum under the head and ran her tongue, and then teeth, gently up and down.
She sucked the head into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and using a hand to work the base of him. Her mouth felt divine, hot and wet, and he panted through her ministrations. She cupped and tugged his balls and he shouted.
And just as he was about to explode, she dropped his cock entirely.
"No!" he yelled. "Please, Violet, please."
He felt her weight shift over him, before she pressed a kiss to his lips. Xaden parted his mouth, wanting to keep her kissing him so that she would start grinding into him and let him find his release. No such luck, because she licked into his mouth once before retreating.
She slowly kissed her way down his neck via his relic, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot above his collarbone. Soft moans escaped his lips as her kisses continued south. She straddled him and hovered her pelvis over his, while she toyed with his nipples. It was sweet torture, knowing he was so close to being inside her, but that she wouldn't let him have her yet.
He felt her weight shift again and heard her grab something from the nightstand. When she settled back onto her knees over him, she sat down so that her arousal finally gave him some friction.
Violet didn't start moving though.
"You're so good, Xaden. Taking care of everyone and everything. Taking care of me. But we're partners, you and I. So I take care of you too, never forget that." Violet's words warmed him, but more than he wanted words right now, he needed release. Of course, he knew better than to expect it right away.
She rubbed her clit along the length of him. And then he felt something soft running along his side, a feather perhaps?
He moaned—more teasing. The light touches made him squirm and rub against Violet's center, wishing he could notch himself in and slide home.
She ran the feather across his abdomen and scratched her nails lightly as well.
"Please, Vi," he panted.
"Very well, then, since you asked so nicely."
She rose up and finally slid the tip of him inside her. She gave breathy moans as she worked him in, the wet heat slowly enveloping his cock.
"More, please," Xaden begged. She took her sweet time rotating and rocking her hips, until her pelvis was finally flush and he was seated to the hilt.
He wanted to see her—he imagined her hair flowing over her shoulders, brushing the tips of her nipples while she sat astride him. He wanted to touch her and throw her over the edge she made him ride. But she was in charge.
She started rocking her pelvis slowly. Forward and backwards, forwards and backwards. Friction built between them as Violet picked up her pace. Xaden's breathing increased in time and quickly became uneven as he neared orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes," he chanted.
And then she stopped completely.
"No!" He shouted. "Please, Vi, please."
"Not yet, my love." Keeping her hips in place, she leaned down and kissed his chest. "Patience."
He backed off the cliff; the orgasm faded away rapidly. How many times would she get him close?
Violet straightened up again—he could feel it. But instead of moving her hips, he felt her trail her fingers down him abdomen until fingertips met the place where their bodies joined. Xaden's hips involuntarily bucked up, wanting to thrust, desperate for friction and release.
"Nuh uh," she said with a click of her tongue. "My turn first. Stay still and let me use you."
The fingers she swept through her arousal moved up and through her body, he felt the rhythmic circles she drew over her clit. Her walls clenching erratically as she brought herself to the edge.
Violet's breathy sounds made Xaden want to scream, but he wanted to be good. He knew she was close, feeling her pleasure wash through him via their bond.
After forever and no time at all, Violet shouted his name as she spasmed around his cock. The rhythmic contractions of her core nearly, nearly, set him off with her.
"Good boy. Thank you, Xaden." Violet leaned over and kissed him. "Would you like to come now?"
"Please, yes. Gods yes," he breathed.
What happened to not sharing? Just me and you in this room? He felt her laugh in his head.
If he hadn't been blindfolded, she probably would have seen the way he rolled his eyes, and scolded him for being a brat. Violet, love, make me come, please.
Instead of responding, she planted her hands on his abdomen and began to ride him in earnest. They'd done this enough times that he knew she could use the support, and even though his mind was occupied with the pleasure in the moment, his shadows knew to help support her hips.
"Yes, yes, Violet," he panted. He felt the edge rapidly approaching. His balls tightened and pleasure ripped through him.
Violet kept up her rhythm, and when he was just about to come, she bent over and bit his pec while she canted her hips. He spilled into her with her name on his lips.
The intensity of his orgasm practically shut down his brain. The weight of Violet's body on top of him felt like it kept him on earth instead of floating away.
Xaden stirred and opened his eyes. He realized he was no longer restrained or blindfolded. Violet gently rubbed a salve into the skin around his wrists.
"Hi, love," she whispered.
"Hey," he rubbed his eye. "How long was I out?"
"Only about an hour." Violet dropped a kiss on his cheek. "How do you feel?"
"Wonderful," he replied before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her into a kiss.
He pulled her down so they were on their sides facing each other. Legs tangled together, Xaden pressed one more kiss against Violet's lips.
"Thank you, love."