[A/N] Sorry for the delay, all is well. In fact I have a Twitter page now where I will let people know when I am delaying things. My name was taken so my name is @OkiNeptune (Oki meaning big in Japanese).

Flustered I almost struck the expensive quill with my sleeve and turned the ink pot over as I moved around slowly, pressed back against the desk, I watched him with a fast racing heart, met only with a calm dark gaze in return.

He crooked his finger from where he lay, relaxed and quiet.

I swallowed, my eyes glazing over him. "Your Majesty..."

His expression neither eased nor toughened. He reclined instead, relaxed, unbending.

I swallowed fearfully, but also enraptured, so that even though I did not want to see myself get lost in him again so soon, I felt myself inch forwards. So I approached him in slow small steps. 

"Undress." He ordered in a low rumble, eyes on me.

I said nothing, felt the prickle of electricity in the air and swallowed silently as I began to undress. Moving my hands slowly over my clothes as I walked to him I loosened the buttons one by one. And as I let the expensive fabric fall to the floor without a sense of urgency or fear, I realised I was not quite as afraid I thought.

What had changed? I wasn't sure, when I looked at him and thought he looked just as dangerous as ever.

Particularly when he smiled.

He extended a hand and I unconsciously reached for it, hesitant a moment too late, when he grasped it and pulled me forwards so that I lurched ahead on the final step and stumbled onto the soft bed, sliding strangely over those expensive silk sheets.

I swallowed as I scrambled to sit up on my knees in front of him and looked up at Demos with a small bow.

"Take off the undershirt and turn around."

My anxiety grew, I removed it and turned slowly, feeling the air on my skin while he examined the marks on my back. I knew he had a whip in this room, I also knew that wielded correctly it wasn't quite as exclusively painful as one would be in their right to expect, however I was bruised and covered in small scabs, I thought such a punishment might be more painful.

I glanced back at him in the quiet that followed and saw him scrutinising my back with a dark gaze, one that sent my heart beating more rapidly.

"Demos..." I tried to speak soothingly.

"Turn to me, and take them off." He directed at the under trousers.

My heart beat fast as I removed them gingerly before him, fumbling as I let them fall over the edge. Being naked was something different in particular when the man in front of me was only half naked, under trousers still equipped. In my world he was still wearing clothes, while I was kneeling in front of him completely bare.

His eyes browsed me and I felt a spark trail behind where his eyes did. Then he reached out and grasped my hands in an almost gentle way and pulled me beside him while he moved in front of me, so that now I was against the headboard instead, then he extended silk strips of fabric and I knew where he was headed and I jolted.

"Demos..." I tried again.

His eyes flashed up at me while he took my arm and began to tie it neatly to the headboard pillar on the bed, a length of fabric between the pillar and my wrist giving me just enough room to bring my wrists up to my head.

"Won't you reconsider?" I spoke softly. "I mean the punishment..." My breath hitched as his rough fingers worked over my wrists and I spoke faster. "I know I should not have kept Verius's punishment a secret. I..." My heart raced as his eyes met mine while I spoke. "I should have trusted that you would not avenge Lord Verius, that you would not have hurt me..."

He started to chuckle as he worked, though he did not hesitate once or falter. "Look at how sweetly you speak. Yet I am just as unkind as before, and will keep my promise, and make you cry out." 

I flushed darkly as he finished with my second wrist and I felt the full effect of being restrained like this. "It wasn't my intention-"

He ignored me as he spread my legs apart and I jumped in my skin and swallowed fast. He slipped in between them and ran a hand from my chest down to my hip, just for a moment while his dark eyes trailed along with them. Then he pulled out a third strip and began to slip it around my cock and I strained my wrists against the restraints in shock and cried out. "Wait, what? Wh- What?"

He looked at me but continued carefully, not drawing tight, the fabric still loose around the base of my cock, perhaps only intending to run the fabric around it, but even that contact was enough to feel it begin to flesh out. "Afraid?" He asked me.

I gazed up at him and drew my wrists close to my head as possible. "Is it too late to apologise with tears?" I asked him with a shuddering breath.

He looked startled, something flashing in his eyes for a moment as they twinkled, then he laughed long and low, slowly encasing my cock with his hand so that I jumped at the sensation and shivered, heart beating fast and loud. "Do you wish to add to your list of wrongdoings?" He asked me, his voice humorous but deadly.

I swallowed, my breath shuddering. He could crush me and while I knew he would not something about this position still made me feel more vulnerable than ever before. "I'll be good." I shook my head fast, swallowing nervously, tense with growing pleasure.

His warm hand moved faster and I started breathing faster, brushing my heels on the bed with each movement. His hand was rough and strong and unrelenting and it squeezed enough for it to be slightly painful and yet so pleasurable that I nearly choked on it, panted and closed my eyes.

"How is this..." I didn't want to know but I needed to know.

But before I could finish my words were cut short when his fist tightened around my cock and my breath hitched, I cringed and groaned, shivering, my thighs clenching. "I don't understand..." I whispered.

I was worried he might consider leaving me like that for the rest of the night, but I needn't have been, because it was fairly sensible to think he had something worse in mind.

The silk stung against my wrist with how I pulled at it, but I continued to, almost thankful that I could not curl in on myself as much as I wanted to. Feeling squeezed by pleasure, and haunted by confusion. This was a punishment, I could not forget that, because I was sure the moment I did I would be reminded of it.

I felt something slick and cold brush over the head of my cock and I jumped, startled as I opened my eyes and realised he was brushing my cock with oil. My breathing grew faster, watching his hand glide over my cock was almost as attractive as the feeling of it, I choked on the pleasure at first feeling and moaned leaning back, struggling now that I was unable to hold onto anything with my hands, unable to find any purchase, my hips bucking as Demos's hand now glided over my cock with renewed ease and added pressure.

I realised then what the fabric at the base of the shaft was for, and my breath shuddered as I tried to look down at it. My cock was filling out but restrained, and the strange thick silk had a tight purchase on it so that I began to panic for a moment, but his hands continued to tease me, one spreading the oil over the sack below gently and I was too busy in my pleasure to take it seriously.

Only the closer I got to an orgasm I realised where the problem was. So with some terror I moaned out eyes growing wet, my skin felt hot, my cock stood at full mast as he finally stopped, terribly abruptly. So that I looked up at him with wide eyes, startled and worried.

"Demos?" I asked, my voice a sort of husky rasp.

He ignored me, leaned in, closer until his breath tickled my cock and I took short sharp breaths as I watched him, afraid that moving would have him changing his mind in an instant. His lips touched the tip of my cock and he glanced at me with black half moon eyes, then slipped his mouth over me and I cried out.

I tried to swing my hands down to his head, to run my fingers through his head but I could not move. I extended my head back and hissed as he sucked my shaft down into his mouth and throat and I could barely breath from pleasure. I was so close, so close, yet I shouldn't have been able to climax, the silk was getting in the way.

"Take it off!" I cried out. "I can't..." I gasped, hissing as I got a brief moment I felt his teeth, almost as a warning just barely grazing my cock. The pleasure swirled about in my head, making me dizzy. 

He didn't answer, not that he could, but also ignored me and continued. I cried out. "Oh please, please, Demos..." I swung my wrists, I would have reached for him in my desperation but now I was being driven mad by being held back. "Take it off..." I breathed out. "I need to... ah... please..." 

But he did not. And I struggled, legs extended, buckled then folded, I moved as best I could but I could not get away, as the time passed I expected him to tire of it, to allow me some freedom after a moment but it only drew on into the night so that I was sweating and breathing harshly and no longer monitoring my words. I needed resolve, climax, I was desperate for it. He was driving me mad.

I begged over and over and he ignored me so that it was fast leaving me feeling helpless. All I could do was squirm and jolt as the pleasure promised more but my body could not deliver. I began to cry, the swelling pleasure taunting me over my head.

This was a more cruel punishment than the whip, I would have begged for it if I knew he would do this, I thought this to myself as I struggled to remain together, my erratic breathing and heartrate compounding with the eternal teasing gratification.

His mouth was cruel as much as it was pleasurable, it was intense and taunted me, squeezing warm heat that drove me nearly insane. I needed to come, I needed to climax before I was driven to insanity. "Please..." I continued to beg. "I meant no harm!" I cried.

That gained one simple glance and it was enough to inspire hope as my muscles began to ache and my eyes were wet with tears.

I spoke fast as he ran his tongue along the sides of my cock cruelly slow, under the acknowledgement that this was my opportunity to speak. "I know it was wrong. I thought you would take the side of family. I mean, he is... ah... closer to you... I was wrong... please.... I should have consulted you, trusted you..."

There was a moments still and I realised in that moment that I desperately wanted him to continue, only to remove that evil silk that was driving me to my wits end. But that moment of stillness was followed my an odd sharpness in his eyes as he pulled off me and ran a finger along my length.

"Remove it..." I whined. "I'll die..."

He sank back down and I cried out gripping the air and turning my words into garbled moans as tried to cling onto my last words, desperate to be forgiven. "Please, please..." My breath shuddered. "I know now that I was wrong to think you would harm me. I am yours to punish." 

But forgive me, please.

I felt tears trickle over my cheeks and he wiped them away. "A punishment must stand as a punishment."

I groaned desperately, seeing the heavy erection in his own trousers, the sheerness allowing less to the imagination, and in my state of exhausted pleasure, unreleased and pent up, I saw it and wondered how good it would feel to be impaled on him right about then, I was sure the pleasure would manage to push past the fabric, I knew it would. "Aren't you punishing yourself too?" I asked him.

He didn't reply, when he gave his mouth and throat a rest he used his hand and toyed with me and I felt myself stewing in the head between us, his hands occasionally running along my skin, pinching my nipples. While he was using his hand he would lean over and press his lips to my skin and suck until it was stinging and pleasure was zinging from the red petals left behind.

I continued to beg through the evening as it drew into the night, I became hoarse from begging, moaning and sobbing, so that when released from the wrist bindings I clung onto him desperately as I begged him in his ear to be kind.

His hand was so rough, so cruel, the oil so slick, his mouth so warm and soft and rough too. I could barely breathe at all. Sobbed into his shoulder, desperate for relief.

[A/N] Purim and St Patricks day collided. (ᵒ̤̑ ₀ ᵒ̤̑)  Lots of people dressed as leprechauns drunk dancing in front of busses today. 

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