The Royal Affair 👑 | Part 9: Bound in Restraint (Patreon)

All characters are 18+ and this story is entirely fictional.Everything that happens is safe, sane, and consensual.

Author’s Note: This part of the story is written from Elias's point of view.

I had never seen another man like this.

Not in secret corridors, not in books hidden away by curious scholars, not in the guilty flashes of imagination I had tried to bury. I had thought myself prepared for whatever Damian would reveal, but when his hands caught my wrists and guided them down, when my trembling fingers brushed the waistband of his underclothes, my breath broke in my throat.

The fabric was stretched tight over his arousal, straining, damp where the tip pressed against it. My mouth went dry. My heart slammed against my ribs, frantic, wild.

“Elias,” he murmured, my name a warning, a prayer.

I nodded, unable to form words, and with slow, cautious fingers, I eased the garment lower. The cloth slid over his hips, down his thighs, and then his cock sprang free.

I gasped.

Seven inches, thick, proud, flushed light at the head. The shaft curved toward me, the skin taut and velvety smooth, a bead of moisture gleaming at the tip. It was raw power, primal, and I felt the heat of it before I even dared to reach out.

“Gods,” I whispered. I didn’t mean to say it aloud, but the word tumbled out, reverent, shocked.

Damian chuckled softly, low in his chest, and the sound made my cock twitch beneath my own underpants. “Never seen one before?” he teased, though his voice was rough, strained, as though he himself stood on the edge.

“Not like this,” I admitted. My cheeks burned, my lips parted, my eyes refusing to look away. “Not… real.”

His hand came up, cupping my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. “Then look at me,” he said, firm. “Not just at me. For me.”

Something in his tone…steady, commanding sent a shiver down my spine. My knees wobbled, my stomach knotted, but I nodded, breathless.

“Yes… Damian.”

The corners of his mouth curved in approval. His thumb brushed my lower lip, and before I could think, I parted them, suck’ing lightly at the pad. He groaned.

“You don’t know what you do to me.”

“I think I do,” I whispered. My voice was hoarse, wrecked. “Because you do the same to me.”

His eyes flared, and before I could catch my breath, his hands were on my shoulders, guiding me backward toward the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress, and I sat down heavily, never breaking his gaze.

“Lie back,” he ordered, quiet but sure.

My pulse leapt. My body obeyed before my mind caught up, sinking into the mattress. I trembled, not from fear but from the weight of the moment, from the knowledge that this…this…was the point of no return.

He loomed over me, cock heavy and thick, his chest gleaming in the candlelight. He bent down, capturing my mouth in a kiss that stole the air from my lungs. It was different this time…less frantic, more claiming. His tongue pressed deeper, his teeth tugged at my lip, and I whimpered beneath him.

“Damian,” I gasped when he pulled back. “Please.”

He smirked, slow, dark, and then his hand slid down, pressing over the bulge beneath my pants. I moaned, the sound embarrassingly loud in the chamber. My hips jerked upward, seeking his touch.

“You’re already so hard,” he murmured, stroking lazily over the cloth. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” I gasped, arching into him. “Only you. Gods, only you.”

He hummed in approval, then tugged my pants down, exposing me to the cool air. My cock sprang free, flushed and aching, standing as proud as his. His gaze dropped, and for a moment he simply stared, eyes dark, lips parted.

“Beautiful,” he said at last, and the word made me shiver.

I’d never thought of myself that way. Not like this. Not sprawled on a bed, hard and exposed, trembling under the gaze of another man. But the way he said it made me believe it.

His hand wrapped around my cock, and I moaned, the sound high and desperate.

“Damian…oh, gods”

He stroked me slowly, deliberately, his thumb circling the head, smearing the bead of precome that had gathered there. My back arched, my hands clutched at the sheets, my body surrendering to the rhythm he set.

“You like this,” he growled, bending low to kiss the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then lower, down my throat.

“Yes,” I gasped, hips bucking helplessly. “Yes, please, don’t stop.”

He chuckled, dark and satisfied. “I wasn’t planning to.”

And then, before I could beg for more, he slid down, his mouth hot against my stomach, his kisses trailing lower, lower, until he hovered just above my cock.

I froze. My chest heaved, my eyes wide.

“Damian?” I whispered, voice trembling.

His gaze flicked up, locking on mine. “Trust me,” he said.

And then his mouth closed over my cock.

I moaned, the sound sharp and broken, echoing off the chamber walls. His lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling, suc’king, drawing me deeper with every inch. My hands flew to his hair, clutching, holding on as the world spun.

“Gods…oh, gods,” I moaned, thrusting up despite myself. “It’s…oh…it’s too much—”

He groaned around me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His eyes stayed on mine, dark and relentless, as he took me deeper, swallowing more of me down his throat.

I had imagined this…fantasized, in secret, in shame. But nothing could have prepared me for the reality. The heat, the wet, the way his tongue pressed against every sensitive spot, the way his throat tightened as he worked me deeper.

My body burned. My thighs shook. My cock pulsed against his tongue, desperate, overwhelmed.

“Damian…Damian, I can’t—”

He pulled back just enough to growl, lips glistening, spit shining down my shaft. “You can. You will. For me.”

The words shattered something inside me. I moaned, high and wanton, no longer a prince, no longer anything but his.

He swallowed my cock again, harder, faster, his hand pumping the base while his mouth worked the rest. I writhed beneath him, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, every nerve alight with pleasure.

My voice broke into a plea. “Please…please..I can’t”

But Damian didn’t relent.

If anything, he doubled down. His lips sealed tighter, his tongue pressed harder, and suddenly his nose was pressed against my skin, his throat working as he swallowed me whole. My cock disappeared down his mouth, buried so deep that the heat of him seemed to consume me.

“Ah—ah, Damian” My moan cracked as my thighs trembled violently, knees trying to squeeze shut around his head. The sight of him, this man, my guard, broad-shouldered and powerful, bent between my legs…it was almost too much to bear. His dark hair spilled across my stomach, his strong back flexed beneath my hands, and still he worked me, unrelenting, like he owned me.

And maybe he did.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. All I could see was his mouth stretched wide around my cock, the shine of spit dripping his lips, the sound of suction echoing in the chamber. I had never heard anything like it, never known pleasure like this, never thought it possible that my body could betray me so completely.

The palace, the duty to the crown, the burden of who I was…all of it slipped away. All that mattered was him. His mouth. His hunger and control.

“Damian,” I gasped, my voice high and desperate, shame and arousal blurring into one. “Oh gods, oh gods…it feels so good”

He groaned, low and guttural, vibrating through my cock, and my whole body jolted. I bucked upward helplessly, driving deeper into his throat. My hands clawed at his hair, holding on for dear life, but he was the one in command, setting the pace, taking as much of me as he pleased.

The pressure mounted unbearably. Every nerve burned. My toes curled, my chest heaved, my entire body wound tight as a bowstring.

And then…just as I thought I would break, just as the release clawed at the base of my spine…he pulled off.

With a wet pop, my cock slipped free of his mouth, wet and glistening in the candlelight.

I cried out, a wounded sound, my hips jerking in search of the heat he had stolen from me. “No..no, please, I was about to –”

Damian rose, wiping the back of his hand across his lips, and smirked down at me. His mouth was swollen, wet with spit, and the look in his eyes was pure fire.

“Fuck,” I gasped, chest heaving, my cock twitching violently in the open air. “If you’d gone a second longer, I…I wouldn’t have lasted.”

“That was the point,” he said, voice dark and smooth, like velvet stretched over steel. He loomed over me, his shadow heavy on my chest. “Control, Elias. Restraint. Those are mine to give or take. Not yours.”

I swallowed hard, my body trembling, my cock still aching, red and angry from denial. My mind screamed for more, begged for release, but the authority in his tone sent a shiver down my spine that was almost as powerful as the pleasure itself.

“Damian…” I whispered, torn between frustration and need.

He tilted his head, studying me, then slowly…deliberately..let his hand trail down his own body. My eyes followed helplessly, hungry, as his fingers wrapped around his big cock.

It was magnificent. Proud, thick, flushed, standing heavy in his grip. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, catching the candlelight, and I felt my mouth water. My body leaned forward instinctively, drawn to it, craving it.

“You want to know how it feels?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous, and unbearably tempting. He stroked himself once, slow and deliberate, the sound wet in the silence of the room.

My breath caught. My lips parted. I could barely tear my eyes from the sight.

He smirked, eyes burning into mine. “Then try it on me.”

For a moment, I froze. His words sank into me, rich and heavy, and my heart thundered. To put my mouth where his had just been… to take his cock inside me, to taste him, to please him the way he had undone me…

A jolt of heat shot through me so sharp it nearly hurt.

“I—” My voice cracked, the word strangled. My eyes flicked from his cock back to his face. He looked down at me…confident, knowing, and utterly sure of the effect he had on me.

Inside, I screamed yes. Yes, I wanted it. Yes, I had wanted it for so long it made me dizzy.

But my body hesitated, trembling, caught between fear and longing.

Damian didn’t move. He didn’t push. He simply stood there, stroking himself slowly, waiting, smirking as if he knew exactly how this would end.

My gaze dropped again, helplessly, to his cock. It stood proud, heavy, the head shining, the shaft thick in his hand. I wanted it. I needed it.

“Damian,” I whispered, voice breaking.

“Yes, Your Highness?” His tone dripped with mock-formality, with temptation.

I swallowed, my throat dry, my lips burning with the ghost of his kiss. And then, almost without realizing, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My bare feet touched the floor. My knees wobbled as I pushed myself up, every nerve on fire, every thought drowned out by the sight of him.

Step by step, I crossed the small distance between us. The chamber was silent except for our breaths…mine ragged, his steady and the soft and wet sound of his hand gliding over his cock.

I stopped just in front of him, my eyes level with his chest. Slowly, trembling, I lifted my gaze upward. His smirk was gone now, replaced by something darker, hungrier.

“I want to,” I whispered.

“Then do it,” he said simply.

My eyes dropped again. I couldn’t help it. His cock stood inches from me now, proud and glistening. My lips parted, my breath came shallow, and my whole body ached with the urge to taste him.I should have sunk down right then. I should have given in to the wild, trembling need that coursed through me. But Damian didn’t let me. He moved with slow, deliberate power, stepping away from me as though my desire wasn’t dictating his every move. His hand brushed my arm briefly..enough to set fire under my skin before he crossed to the bed.

“You ready,” he murmured, voice rough, commanding.

I swallowed hard, frozen where I stood as he leaned back onto the mattress, every motion calculated, lazy, unbearably confident. His broad back met the silken sheets, his hands folding behind his head like he had all the time in the world. His legs parted, strong thighs stretching wide, and his cock stood upright between them, flushed and thick, gleaming in the candlelight.

The sight stole the breath from my lungs. I had imagined him in armor, on horseback, sword drawn. I had imagined him as my guard, my shadow, my shield. But this…this was Damian Holt, spread open on my bed, cock heavy and perfect, gaze locked on me with a heat that made my knees weaken.

“Come here, your highness,” he said, the words dripping with quiet defiance. Not a plea. Not a request. A command.

I stepped forward without thinking, pulled as though an invisible thread bound me to him. The rugs beneath my feet blurred, the edges of the room dissolved. All I could see was him, sprawled across my bed, a god wearing the body of a soldier, waiting for me.

I stopped between his open legs, the air thick with sweat, lust, and unspoken surrender. My pulse hammered in my ears. His cock twitched, and his smirk widened just slightly, as if he knew exactly what I wanted, exactly how desperately I craved it.

And I did. Gods, I did.

I stood there, trembling, with his thighs framing me, his body laid out before me like temptation itself. His cock throbbed inches away, daring me, calling to me. My lips parted again, my breath shaky, and I swore I could taste him already, though my mouth hadn’t touched him.

I was standing on the edge of something vast and irreversible. And Damian knew it.

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The Royal Affair 👑 | Part 10: A Taste of Loyalty