{"id":2893,"date":"2017-08-02T11:59:40","date_gmt":"2017-08-02T15:59:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2893"},"modified":"2017-08-02T11:59:40","modified_gmt":"2017-08-02T15:59:40","slug":"the-prnces-boy-chapter-48","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?p=2893","title":{"rendered":"The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 48"},"content":{"rendered":"

Welcome to The Prince’s Boy<\/em> by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.<\/p>\n

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Forty-Eight: Jorin<\/b><\/p>\n

48: Jorin<\/span><\/h1>\n

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I dream of Kenet. I dream that I roll over in the night, and feel him there. I know it is him, by his scent, by the sound of his breath\u2014so familiar it nearly makes my heart break like some half-remembered lullaby. My hand slides along his ribcage and he whimpers, pressing against me, nestling close in the crook of my arm.<\/p>\n

I know what I will find when I slip my hand over his hip and then to his crotch. I will find him warm and moist, perhaps not fully hard yet. I hope I will find him half-flaccid so that the pleasure of him coming alive in my hand can be mine.<\/p>\n

It is. I stroke him slowly, so slowly, that fresh whimpers issue from his throat as his hips jerk with impatience, nudging at my hand like a horse\u2019s head eager for a carrot.<\/p>\n

\u201cShhh,\u201d I soothe. \u201cLet us not rush.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHush. Have I ever left you unsatisfied, my prince?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shakes his head and hides his face in the softness inside my upper arm, the lifts it once more, his breath mingling with mine as he speaks. \u201cIt\u2019s just been so long since you touched me this way.\u201d<\/p>\n

I chuckle. \u201cAnd have I lost my touch?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo! It\u2019s just…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust what?\u201d<\/p>\n

He closes his eyes in shyness. \u201cI am so very close already.\u201d<\/p>\n

His cock feels like fine-polished wood enclosed with velvet as I tighten and loosen my grip, slowing the pace even more, then letting go completely, to cup his face with both hands and pull him to me for a kiss. His mouth is soft and yielding, his breath sweet.<\/p>\n

My breath catches as his fingertips brush my own cock, which until that moment I had been able to ignore. Now, though, the throb of desire borders on painful. I feel a rush from groin to head as I realize the surest cure for this pain is to bury myself in him.<\/p>\n

\u201cKenet,\u201d I breathe, kissing across his cheek, his ear. I know with all surety that what I am asking him is to take my pain for himself. I know now what it is to be breached by the urgent thrust of a lover, especially that first time. \u201cMay I?\u201d<\/p>\n

His fingers continue to tease, as does his voice, breathy with anticipation. \u201cMay you what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLie with you as a man does a maid. My thorn, your rose.\u201d<\/p>\n

His laugh is shy and musical, like a frit\u2019s call in spring, but I can hear the note of fear in it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI must hear you say yes, my prince.\u201d<\/p>\n

His answer startles me. \u201cNever once were you asked whether you agreed to be beaten in my stead.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shake my head, trying to find the words to explain. \u201cYou, or your father, never need ask, for what was I but yours to do with as you wished? You plucked me from the dirt for that purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n

His fingers close around my cock with an urgent tug. \u201cBut you were never asked whether you considered that fair exchange.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTcha, don\u2019t be foolish, Kenet. I was yours as surely as your shoes. Do you ask their permission before you walk upon them?\u201d<\/p>\n

His stroking becomes more urgent still. \u201cYou understand, then.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnderstand what?\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice is a moist whisper in my ear. \u201cWhy you mustn\u2019t ask me for permission to prick me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWh\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I am yours, Jorin. Yours as surely as anything is anyone\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n

I cannot help myself. His hand has brought me to a fever pitch and I flatten him under me, crazed with need for him. But my mouth is still arguing. \u201cBut\u2014 but you are a prince. I am nothing. I own nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing but me,\u201d he says, wrapping his legs around me. \u201cYours.\u201d<\/p>\n

And there I am, still trying to slow everything down, trying to protect him from the pain, trying to protect him from the ravishing my own body wants to deliver to his. \u201cKenet. It will hurt like this,\u201d I try to explain.<\/p>\n

But the word \u201cyours\u201d seems to echo in my ears, spilling again and again from his lips, an insistent spell that cannot be denied. His lips are sweeter than any fruit and I realize with a sudden bolt of heartbreak that this is only a dream. A moment later and my entire body is rudely awakened by a searing jolt of pain as a strap of leather catches me on the buttocks.<\/p>\n

Sergetten pulls my head back by the hair. \u201cYou\u2019ve slept long enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

When I struggle to fight back tears, he must think himself so cruel to inspire them. Or perhaps he thinks me soft. I resolve to prove otherwise.<\/p>\n

* * *<\/p>\n

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About the author:<\/strong> Cecilia Tan is the award-winning author of many erotic books and stories and the founder of Circlet Press.<\/p>\n

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