ZEDD
Slowly, I head back upstairs in no real hurry to confront Thomas. I don't really know what to do or what will happen when he's back to his prior self once more. Will he remember what he's done? Will he know that he was under a spell? If he does remember, what will it do to him? What will happen between us?
Things were actually starting to go well and then the witch showed up and it all went to hell. The biggest problem with trying to get him back to himself is that he has a teenager's hormones and a man's control. Of course, I'd be more than willing to pleasure him until he can't move, but he keeps putting himself in a position where- Then it hits me. Dar was right, to a degree. It is about control and having the choice of to or not to and when and where. If I could just convince him to let me - ahem - attend to his needs rather than him attending to mine⦠Still pondering ways and means, I slip into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me.
I sit gingerly in the chair and look over the sleeping figure in the bed. Perhaps, if I allow him to think that he has control over me, he might be more willing to relax and enjoy himself a little more. I snap to attention as he stirs in his sleep, his hand searching the bed. Swiftly, I go to the bed and take his hand. "Shh, you're safe. I'm right here."
He relaxes once more and his sleep deepens again. I could try and take care of him while he sleeps, like he apparently did to me, but if the spell has broken and he wakes, it might not go well. I sigh as I realize that Jason was right and, for now, we are in a holding pattern of wait and see. I allow my thoughts to wander as I wait for him to awaken.
Sometime later, I'm startled out of my thoughts when he finally stirs and speaks. "Zedd, why are you dressed?" His tone is not unlike a petulant child being denied something he wants, but it does however seem to lack the venom it held just a few hours ago.
Still, I answer calmly. "Because there were some things I had to take care of, Thomas."
"Are they done?"
"For the moment."
"Then get undressed and come back to bed," he suggests. I can't help but hold my breath as I turn my head and look at him, not sure what I'll see. His gaze is heated as it runs up my body until he sees the bruises on my face. There is a brief second where there is sorrow in his eyes before it's chased away by the damn green flash. Wait a second! It was shorter and dimmer than before! Maybe, just maybe, it did work a little.
Easy, Zedd. Don't blow this. You'll probably only get one shot at it. I rise from the bed and start removing my clothes. "Thomas, I've been thinking, it really isn't fair if I'm the one getting all the pleasure. Why don't you let me-"
He cuts me off, eyes narrowing. "Why are you pushing me so hard on this?"
I climb back on the bed as I answer, doing my best to appear submissive and unthreatening. "Because, as much as I like receiving the attention, I also enjoy giving it."
Thomas' voice becomes a little harsh. "Where in the universe did you get the idea that this was about you?" Really now? Even when I was evil I had some concern for my bed partners wants. Fine, so that's how it's going to be is it.
I sigh, forcing myself to remain in character and ignore every instinct I have to call him a selfish brat, as at least brat is better than evil overlord. "I never said that it was, Thomas. I just- Wouldn't you like to have more of the pleasure and less of the work?"
There is a long pause as he considers this before he says, "Is that why you offered to ride me earlier?" Sure we can go with that.
"Yes. Well, that and different positions offer different sensations."
There is another long pause before he grunts out, "We'll see." He straddles my lap and the cloth of his underwear brushes against me as he locks his mouth on mine. He almost immediately pulls back, frowning. "You've been drinking," he accuses.
No point in denying it. "I had a little to drink, yes."
"Why?" he demands. Really? You steal my staff, punch me in the face, and try to overthrow me as lord of the manor and you ask why I needed a drink?
Going with the simplest answer I point to the bruises on my face. "To make this hurt less." And to ease my heartache, but let's not go there.
I allow myself to flinch as he raises his hand, hoping he takes it to mean that I'm beaten - well, more than I actually am. He turns my head to get a better look at the injuries. Finally he says, "You shouldn't have grabbed me." Excuse me, my fault for trying to stop you from going off and possibly murdering the others. "You'll be fine in a few days. I don't want you drinking anymore."
Excuse me? "I hardly think-"
He takes my face in both hands and speaks softly but firmly. "No more, Zeddic. I mean it." His mouth closes over mine once more. He reaches down to caress me as his tongue delves deep. I can't help but wonder in the back of my mind what it is with people calling me by my full name today. It's irritating as hell.
Abruptly, he breaks the kiss, moves off of me and removes his only piece of clothing. He lays down and beckons me over. As I move, he says, "Go ahead and have some fun then. But you better stop when I tell you to stop or you'll have matching bruises on the other side." Fuck.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I lean over him and kiss him briefly on the mouth before trailing my lips down to his chest and flicking my tongue over his nipple. He sucks in a breath as I continue down his body and gently slide one hand up his leg. I cradle his sack in my hand as I draw my tongue along him, earning me a hiss of pleasure. After a few more repetitions, I slide my mouth down over him and suck lightly, reminding myself to be gentle and easy about this so as not to awaken any flashbacks. I'm startled when he runs his hand over my head, caressing me. His tone is lust filled when he says, "More, Zedd."
I move a little faster and take him a little deeper, twisting my tongue as I do and he moans loudly. I can feel his body begin to tighten under me. "Zedd, stop."
Slowly, I drag my mouth off of him. "Why?"
He gives me a wicked grin. "Ride me."
I can't help but grin back as I position myself. I adjust him and lower myself onto him, moaning as he fills me more deeply than before. He bucks up against me and we both moan in pleasure. Gathering all my willpower, I set a good middle pace until muscle memory takes over and I move faster and harder. His hands slide over me, touching everywhere except the one spot I want touched the most. "Thomas, please, touch me."
"Like this?" He wraps his hand around me and keeps it still, my own movement causing me to thrust up into his fist.
"Ah, yes!" It gets even better when he begins to meet me, thrusting up as I come down. "Thomas, please."
"Please what?" The roughness of his words tells me how close he is too.
"Please let me feel you. Please." I know I'm reduced to begging, but if he feels more powerful then so be it. Whatever it takes to break the damn spell.
Seeming torn now, he finally shakes his head. "I can't. I'll lose myself." You'll what now?
Pushing that aside to deal with later, I pant, "I won't let you get lost, Thomas. I promise. Just, please."
I can feel him trembling with the effort to hold on. "No, Zedd. You first."
His hand tightens on me and he moves faster. I throw my head back in ecstasy and it changes the angle and pressure just slightly and I can feel him starting to swell in me. "Yes, Thomas!"
"NO!" I explode as he cries out and I feel him become very still. "Stop, Zedd!"
My body continues to move on its own until he pushes me off. I lay on the bed, looking at him through stunned eyes as his hands tighten into fists, his eyes close and his entire body becomes rigid as he fights his own need. Quickly, I pounce and pull him into my arm as I reach around and wrap my hand around him and begin to stroke him rapidly. "You won't get lost, Thomas. Let go."
He grabs my wrist in a bruising grip, stopping me, but it seems like the rest of his body has other ideas as he thrusts his hips upward. Once more, his body locks into position, this time because his body finds the release it was seeking. "NO! Damn it, no!"
Holding him against me and stroking his hair now I give him a bit of time to settle hoping it's done the trick this time around. After a minute of him trying to get his breath back, I say softly, "Thomas?"
He turns to me, fear and anger on his face as his eyes flash green again, though thankfully even weaker than the last time. "You're trying to make me lose myself. You're trying to kill me." No, I'm trying to save you before I lose you forever.
