The Hawk Lord by Amy Sumida
Chapter Fifteen
“What?” I gaped at the Hawk Lord.
“I claim you as my consort and you stand there and do nothing when that weasel propositions you?!”
“What did you want me to do? He's a fucking warlord!”
“I wanted you to say that you belong to me!” Dal grabbed me by the throat and shoved me toward the bedroom. “Get your ass in there and strip. Now!”
Fuck. I didn't know whether to be frightened or turned on. I rushed into the bedroom and hurried out of my clothes, but Dal didn't follow me. Instead, I heard him go to the tent flap and call for someone. I stood in the center of the bedroom area, naked and at attention, with my hands clasped behind my back like an idiot. I ground my teeth as I heard people moving around the main room, then the sound of water came from somewhere on my right. Dalsharan finally appeared around the partition and crooked his finger at me.
I followed Dal into yet another section of the tent. This one was closer to the tent entrance. It had a packed-earth floor covered with only a few wooden slats that circled a round tub large enough for three men. There was a table laden with cloths, sponges, soap, and shampoo, and the tub was full of steaming water. Dal stripped, left his clothes on a chair, and climbed into the tub. He sank into the water, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply.
“Get a cloth, soap it up, and wash me,” he said with his eyes closed.
I gaped at him.
Dal opened his eyes and stared at me through the steam. “Stop looking at me like a scared rabbit. I forgive your first mistake.”
“You do?”
“You will, of course, accept your punishment before I take you,” he drawled, making my cock twitch. “But first, you will bathe me until you're so hard that you beg me to beat your ass just so that I'll fuck it.”
“Yes, Hawk Lord,” I whispered and hurried to gather soap and cloth.
He grinned wickedly as he watched me approach him, his gaze lowering to my twitching dick.
“I think I want you shaved,” he said pensively.
I looked down at my nest of dark curls and then up at him with wide eyes. “What?” I squeaked.
“Get to it, Consort!” Dalsharan snapped and waved a hand at himself.
I knelt behind the tub, dipped my hand into the water to wet the cloth, and then soaped it up. Dal leaned forward, exposing his broad back. I hurried to scrub it, then took the cloth down, over that delicious expanse of muscles, into the water, and over his ass. He stood up, water sluicing everywhere, and brought that gorgeous ass to face level with me. I groaned and soaped it up, drawing the cloth between his cheeks and scrubbing his asshole gently. He growled in pleasure and lifted a leg, propping it on the rim of the tub.
I drew the cloth down, my other hand bringing the soap up to slide over that bent leg. I moved across his powerful thigh, massaging his muscles, washing him all the way to his foot. I even scrubbed between his toes, then I dipped the cloth and brought it back up. He dropped that leg and lifted the other for me, and when that torture was over, he turned around.
I groaned. He was thick and hard and stretching toward my lips. I started to lean forward, utterly dick-matized, but his hand fisted in my hair and pulled me back. I looked up at his amused expression and made a petulant sound.
“Wash me first, naughty bird.”
I drew the cloth over him, then the soap. Then I dropped both into the water and just massaged him with my hands, delighting in the feeling of slick, soapy skin. I swept my fingers along that mouthwatering length, rubbed circles over his heavy sacs, and then slid my fingers back, along his taint, to rub his asshole again. Dal lifted a brow at me as I slipped a finger in and twirled it.
“I want to make sure you're clean,” I whispered.
Dalsharan drew away with a grunt and sat down to rinse off. I moaned in disappointment.
“You haven't washed my chest. Get in the tub and straddle me.”
I whimpered as I climbed in. The hot water made me sigh as I sank into it. It covered my shoulders as I skimmed my hands over the bottom, searching for the soap and cloth.
“Looking for these?” Dalsharan held them up and grinned.
I crawled over him and straddled his lap before I took them. “Yes. Thank you, Hawk Lord.”
Dal made a purring sound of pleasure when our cocks rubbed together. “My chest, Ravyn.”
“Yes, Hawk Lord.” I soaped him up, then tossed aside the soap and cloth again, massaging the soap in with my hands.
I worked those solid muscles, running my hands in broad strokes and then kneading deeper. The Hawk Lord sighed and stretched his neck, his eyes closing to the pleasure. My thumbs twirled over his pebbled nipples, and he gave me a lazy grin. Encouraged by it, I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his. His eyes opened and he pushed me back.
“Rinse me off,” his voice had dropped to a sexy rumble.
I took the scoop that hung over the tub edge and used it to pour water over him. The water slid over those sculpted muscles as if worshiping him, and Dal's cock twitched against mine. I licked my lips as I watched the steam bead on his cheek and slide down his chiseled jaw. He reached back and undid his wet braid, giving me a pointed look. I wet it more, and then washed his hair, sliding against him the entire time. Dal kept his arms propped on the rim of the tub, smiling knowingly at me.
“I need to rinse your hair,” I said.
Dal hung his head back, over the rim. I rose on my knees and leaned forward to pour the water carefully over his head, making sure not to get any in his eyes. He bit my nipple as I did.
“You're dirty,” he declared as I sat back. “Wash yourself.”
I sat back on his lap and scrubbed my upper body, holding his hot gaze as I did. He stared at me with the lazy look of a sultan watching a dancing girl. But then I stood up, propped my foot on the edge of the tub, and scrubbed my leg. His gaze widened. I did the same with the other leg, then blatantly soaped up my cock and balls, rubbing them thoroughly. Maybe a little more than thoroughly.
“Clean your ass,” he ordered.
I lifted my leg again and soaped myself.
“Turn around and let me see you finger yourself.”
“Oh, fuck,” I growled and did as he said.
I put my leg back up on the rim so that my ass spread for him, and slipped my soapy finger into my hole.
“Go deep, Ravyn. I want you clean enough to tongue.”
I pumped my middle finger into my ass, the wet sound of it making my cock ache. His hands suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled me down. I hurried to get my other leg under me so I wouldn't fall. Still, I made a splash as he brought me between his spread legs. Dal picked up the water scoop and rinsed me before pulling me back to lay on his chest.
“Relax,” he whispered as he wet my hair, then massaged shampoo into it. He rinsed me, smoothed my wet hair back, and bit my ear. As he stroked lazy circles over my chest, he asked, “Are you ready to beg yet?”
“Fuck, yes, I am,” I moaned and angled my head to look at him. “Please spank me, Hawk Lord. Smack my ass until it's red and then fuck it hard.”
“Oh, I will.” He licked my cheek. “But first, a little taste. Stand up and bend over.”
I got up eagerly and bent over, bracing my hands on the rim of the tub. I felt his hot hands spread my ass and then... was that his face between my cheeks? Oh, fuck! A wet, thick tongue laved my hole, then slipped into it. I cried out as my knees buckled. Dalsharan drew back after his little taste and rubbed a fingertip over my puckered asshole.
“You may sit down.”
I crumpled to my knees. While I sank deeper under the water and panted in arousal, Dal got out of the tub and wrapped himself in a robe. Not his war robe, this one was thicker, made to absorb water. He left without a backward glance.
“What the fuck?” I whispered. Then I shrugged and sat back. If he was going to leave me there, I was going to enjoy the hot water. I stretched out my legs and propped my arms on the rim as he had done.
Just when I was starting to get sleepy, the Hawk Lord returned with a woman holding a box. I shrank back against the side of the tub when they approached me, drawing my knees up to my chest. What was that fucker up to now?
“This is Adeline,” the Hawk Lord waved a hand at the woman.
She smiled and bowed to me.
“Hi,” I murmured warily.
“She's going to shave you.”
“What?!” I snarled.
“Get out of the water and stand over here.” Dal pointed to a spot on the wooden slats beside the tub.
Adeline set her box on the table and started to remove her tools—several sizes of razors and a pot of shaving cream.
“But I like my curls,” I whined.
“They will grow back,” Dal said. “If I allow it.”
I made grumbling sounds as I got out of the tub and went to stand before the woman.
“Please, spread your legs and stand still,” she said to me.
I did as she asked, and she dried me off before she spread cream all around my dick. Then she lifted a razor. I didn't even breathe as she set it against my skin. My hard-on vanished with the first swipe, and Dal laughed his ass off. It only took the woman a few minutes to shave away all the hair surrounding my cock and balls but it felt like forever. Finally, she wiped me clean with a wet cloth and stood up. I slowly looked down, dreading what I'd find, but was pleasantly shocked by the result.
“I look huge!” I exclaimed.
The woman giggled. “Yes, you have a very nice penis. One of the nicest I've ever shaved.”
“Thanks.” I grinned at her.
“Now, turn around and bend over.”
“What?” I squeaked.
“I'm going to shave your ass.”
“What?! I don't have a hairy ass!”
“Not your ass itself, but the area around your asshole,” she explained as if it were perfectly normal to go around talking to men about shaving their assholes. “Most men have some hair coming up along the taint and around the hole.”
“I... I can't even...” I shook my head, at a loss for words.
“It will make sex very smooth. More enjoyable,” she promised and winked at me.
“Oh,” I whispered. Then I blinked. Processed. “Okay then.” I shrugged, turned around, and bent over.
Her razor swept over me as I flushed. No woman had ever touched me so intimately. Not since my mother bathed me as a little boy. But when Adeline was done, I did feel nice and smooth. I stood up and shifted my ass, grinning.
“Okay, that's pretty nice.”
“Use this cream once a week.” She handed me a jar. “It will prevent regrowth. Just stop using when you want your curls back.” She grinned.
“Thank you.” I took the jar. “I feel all silky.”
Adeline giggled.
“Thank you, Adeline. Lovely work,” Dalsharan said.
“My pleasure, Hawk Lord.” Adeline cast another look at me. “Definitely my pleasure.”
She left the tent, and he strode up to inspect my new look. He lifted my cock to make sure she'd gotten every hair, and my hard-on returned instantly. But Dal dropped my dick and stepped behind me.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
“Yes, Hawk Lord,” I said eagerly.
I bent over and braced my hands on my knees. He crouched behind me, spread my ass, and tongued me again. That hot, wet tongue slid up me and his face rubbed against my silken skin. The vibration of his groan rippled through me. Although, I may have been groaning too.
“Very nice,” Dal said as he stood. His fingers trailed over the smooth skin between my ass cheeks, one slipping briefly into my wet asshole. He gave it a casual pump, then withdrew. “Now, you're ready for your punishment.”