veinte-cinco

I lie on the bed and have my eyes closed. Platura is still over me and fills me. But his thrusts are only light. It looks like he has achieved what he wants. And maybe he did too? I had an orgasm. While Xerxes sat on the chair and I looked into his eyes, the climax came over me. I can't even say why it happened at that exact moment. Maybe because Xerxes seemed so relaxed. Not as dangerous as usual. But in the end it doesn't matter why I had an orgasm.

"That's it," whispers Platura softly and pulls back with a jerk. His member is glistening from my moisture, but it's still sticking out. He didn't finish it - didn't give himself the release of an orgasm. His hardness twitches lightly as Platura surveys me again and gets up from the bed with a sigh. "Do you need anything else?" While Platura is talking, he picks up the pants from the floor and puts them on. But this time he doesn't slow down. He quickly covers his crotch again and grabs the rest of his clothes on the floor. He doesn't put these on immediately, but takes a step towards Xerxes.

"No, you can go." It's almost interesting to see that they both maintain all decency and yet the close relationship is obvious. Do they realize that? That the slight smile and the warmth in their eyes are more of a price to the outsider than what was said? Xerxes glances at me as he slowly rises from the chair. The grin widens and I have to really control myself not to screw up my mouth in disdain. I would like to tell him that his plan didn't work And again Zaret's words come to mind: that an orgasm does not make good sex. That the feeling of flying is missing. And at that moment I realize what Zaret meant at the time. The body lets itself fall, but not the mind .

Platura looks at me once more and then nods to the king. "I'll wait outside," he murmurs as he leaves the room. The bulge in his pants is more than obvious and I'm starting to wonder why these two men don't have an orgasm with me. That they don't let their lust run wild "It's strange that I'm not being used as their personal prostitute. Maybe that's a starting point to get some information for Zaret. Would Xerxes tell me why I'm here? What do I even mean?" Task is? I look at him thoughtfully. Wanting to understand what he must be thinking. But how should I recognize that? The facial expressions are fake. Just as probably every rich person learns from the beginning to maintain the mask of friendliness, Xerxes will do the same with body and soul. The only weakness are the eyes. The veil in front, which obviously shows that something is being hidden. But that doesn't help me either, so I sigh softly while a soft, muffled noise shows that Platura has left the room and the door is now closed.

"Get up," Xerxes says to me, walking towards me immediately. I immediately nod and want to comply, but I'm still hooked. Rubs against my inner walls as soon as I move even a little. It It's uncomfortable. There's a lack of fluid, so there's more friction. The only good thing is that the metal is smooth, not rough. At least that probably keeps me from feeling any pain. Still, I grimace a little while awkwardly off the bed. But that's not important, it's the man with the green eyes. I need to find a weak point. He tilts his head slightly as I stand on unsteady feet and seems pleased to see me.

to look after him. I immediately hold my breath. If I can't see anything, I at least want to hear what might follow. But my plan doesn't work. Fingertips brush my back and a second later, Xerxes grabs the rope. pull it up The hook is forced a little deeper into me and the tip seems to dig right into the sensitive inner walls. I scream and automatically want to raise my pelvis a bit. Arch your back and stand on tiptoe. But it's useless. Except Xerxes pulls the rope even higher, eliciting another whimper from me. Xerxes grabs the rope. pull it up The hook is forced a little deeper into me and the tip seems to dig right into the sensitive inner walls. I scream and automatically want to raise my pelvis a bit. Arch your back and stand on tiptoe. But it's useless. Except Xerxes pulls the rope even higher, eliciting another whimper from me. Xerxes grabs the rope. pull it up The hook is forced a little deeper into me and the tip seems to dig right into the sensitive inner walls. I scream and automatically want to raise my pelvis a bit. Arch your back and stand on tiptoe. But it's useless. Except Xerxes pulls the rope even higher, eliciting another whimper from me.

"Answer," he whispers near my shoulder and I find it difficult not to flinch. Only now do I notice his lips. How they brush against my skin and show how much he has me in his hand. I breathe shakily again out, just wants to collect myself briefly and exactly this second is enough for Xerxes to pull on the rope even further. The iron painfully pierces my skin. "You know, even if the hook is not really sharp, it can still be significant To do damage." My mouth is still on my shoulder. The stubble is longer than Zaret's and is therefore softer. And yet this touch seems threatening to me. So I quickly nod. Show Xerxes that I understand.

Nevertheless, he continues to hold the rope and that's exactly why I'm afraid that he'll just tear me open from the inside. I could never survive a wound on my rectum. And so I move my butt slightly. Apply friction to Xerxe's semi-rigid member. And every time I lower my bottom slightly, I whimper softly. I struggle against his grip, slamming the tip of the hook into my inner wall each time. And each time, the pain gets a little stronger. But Xerxes doesn't seem to be enough to finally let go of me. I whimper softly. I struggle against his grip, slamming the tip of the hook into my inner wall each time. And each time, the pain gets a little stronger. But Xerxes doesn't seem to be enough to finally let go of me. I whimper softly. I struggle against his grip, slamming the tip of the hook into my inner wall each time. And each time, the pain gets a little stronger. But Xerxes doesn't seem to be enough to finally let go of me.

"Please," I whisper and close my eyes. Trying to keep my composure somehow. But how am I supposed to manage that?

Xerxes takes a deep breath and brushes his chin against the back of my head, and I don't even need a glance to know he's pleased. It can be clearly felt throughout his charisma. "Your voice is really beautiful when there's desperation in it."

And again I can only note the stark contrast between the melody of his words and the substance of what is being said. He delights in my situation. And yet the voice seems so soft. Almost inviting. Nevertheless, I understand the meaning behind the sentence. He wants me to keep begging. My pelvis move, although everything in me is screaming that I should keep still. There's that moment again when I have to negate my own self-protection.

"Xerxes please. It hurts." My voice almost cracks. Carrying the vulnerability. But that's good. After all, that's what Xerxes wants. So I let him hear my weakness. He hums with pleasure and finally the pull on the rope becomes something less. Xerxes is still holding this, probably to signal that he's always ready to ram the hook deeper into me.

"But maybe I want to hurt you," he whispers, and with every word the long stubble scratches the back of my head, ruffling my hair even more. I don't care. What's said has too much power for that thought. He feeds on my suffering. Like Zaret. Like almost everyone in my life. So I close my eyes, fight back the tears.

"Why?" Yeah, I'm not making him feel like the fact he's stating is new to me. But I'm not in the mood for games. Don't want to pretend I haven't guessed that already. Xerxes chuckles and shakes his head. He grabs my chest with one hand, finally releasing the rope completely. Still, I stand on tiptoe. Rub my butt against his crotch, ignoring the straining of my calves.

"You wouldn't understand." It sounded neutral. As if that were a fact that needed no discussion. And maybe it is. But I'd love to understand what's going on here. How he's enjoying my pain can and causes them on purpose.

"Try," I whisper, wanting to squint at his hand. He twirls my nipple lightly. Seems more preoccupied than having any real purpose, though. The fingers aren't clenched tight enough for that. The slight hin - and floats too slowly.

Xerxes chuckles and grabs my pelvis with his other hand, squeezing my butt even tighter. "Why would I tell a prostitute anything?" He's right. I'm a nobody, and certainly not one who's allowed to demand any answers. But this is the first time we've had a fairly normal conversation. At least, if I don't get the hook note. That I'm still completely naked while he's still wearing all his clothes. But that's not important. What's important is that he talks to me. Normally. Without threats. And yet I don't know the answer to the question. So close I just resigned eyes.

"I don't know." I could say that I could help him. That sometimes it's better to talk to a stranger than someone familiar. And probably that would work as an argument for a lot of people. But not the king he has too much to lose Even though hardly anyone would believe me, I would be a person who knows the truth.

"Good answer." The grip on my nipple tightens and I flinch slightly. Squeeze even closer to Xerxes and now I sense the warmth from his body. How much heat is radiating from that very same , I will tell you." The voice is lowered. Hardly audible and yet I hear every word clearly. I stop in mid-motion and nod slightly. But rather believe that he is joking with me than mean business. Why would he tell me when even I can't think of a reason he could benefit from it?

"Words, Kalota." Xerxes is still talking softly. This takes away some of the melody and makes what is said seem harsher. Almost dangerous. But I don't care. I want to know what drives him to treat me this way. That's right, I understand I don't know why it's so important to me. Actually, it doesn't really matter. After all, it won't change anything about the situation. But maybe it will make the whole thing more bearable? Or am I doing this for Zaret without realizing it?

"Yes, I would like to know." And as much uncertainty fills me up, as little can be heard. That alone shows that I really want to know. For the first time I am interested in the motives of a suitor.

Xerxes leans forward until his lips float in front of my ear. The breath hits me, creating even more fear. In fact, there is an unspeakable panic within me that knowing too much about Xerxes is like my death sentence. Then I would be a threat to his secrets. At least if it is one.

"Then you shall know." And with that he walks away. Only a hand on my back shows that he is still close to me.