Part IIIIt was evening before the doors were opened again. Zell had refused to fall asleep, fearful for what might happen to him during a less alert state. He'd tried numerous times to free his ankles or wrists, but the knots were too tight. So, having given up on that tactic hours ago, he kept himself entertained by tracing the curves of the wrought iron bed with his eyes. He'd just gone over the entire design for the thirtieth time that night before he was interrupted.
The doors had been flung open, and the dark haired sheik strode in. He seemed angry about something, but upon seeing Zell tied to his bed, the anger melted from his eyes, to be replaced with something more...feral. He slowly approached his bed, taking in the sight of the little blonde tied, writhing so sensually under his gaze.
"Comfortable?" The sheik asked, breathlessly. Zell glared at him.
"Would be better if I wasn't tied. Oh, and if I was home with my family. That would be nice, too." Zell said, smirking. The Lord Lion shook his head.
"No, on both accounts." He said, sitting next to Zell. The Lord Lion leaned down over Zell, his face inches away from the little blonde's. Zell turned his head away, visibly trying to avoid being touched, but he was tied too tightly, and his movement was limited. The sheik scowled, and grabbing Zell's chin, kissed him fiercely. Zell choked back his startled shout.
Within moments, the Lord Lion pulled back, staring down at Zell. Zell blushed deeply, glaring back up at the dark haired man.
"Are you going to let me go?" Zell asked bluntly. The dark haired sheik shook his head. "Why not?" Zell continued. The Lord Lion heaved an annoyed sigh, leaning on one hand over his little blonde captive.
"Because you belong to me now. You're mine." The Lord Lion stated simply. Zell blinked, taken aback.
"What the hell do you mean, I'm yours?! You can't own people!" Zell said. The sheik chuckled.
"Can't I, now? Whose rules are those?" He asked, his other hand playing up Zell's thigh, slipping underneath the gold material barely covering him. Zell yelped, jumping as far as his bonds would allow. The sheik grinned wolfishly, wrapping his long fingers around the little blonde's length. Zell squeaked, his breath catching.
"Let...let go..." Zell gasped. The Lord Lion ignored Zell's plea, and instead leaned over, crushing his lips once more to the little blonde's. Zell tried jerking his hands free again, forgetting that he'd already tried and failed at that earlier. Squirming, he could do nothing but let the sheik continue his exploration. Noting Zell conceding, the dark haired man growled appreciatively, thrusting his tongue inside Zell's mouth. Zell almost choked on the intrusion, but refused to allow himself to appear weak.
"Much better," The dark haired sheik murmured into Zell's mouth, shifting a little. He got a better grip on Zell's growing hardness, stroking him roughly. Zell panted loudly, writhing. Unfortunately, instead of somehow convincing the Lord Lion to stop, the writhing simply caused his hand to slip faster, making his grin widen. "Like this, do you?" The sheik mumbled, leaning farther over Zell.
At first Zell thought the sheik was simply moving so he could be more comfortable; in the back of his mind, he hoped beyond hope the Lion had simply had his fill with tormenting Zell and was going to go to sleep. He didn't care if he was to be used as a body pillow, as long as this wouldn't continue. His heart fell when he saw a small bottle of oil in the sheik's hand, his thumb popping the lid off.
Pouring a little of the scented oil onto his hand, the Lord Lion bent to kiss Zell's neck, sucking or biting on occasion. Zell blushed deeply when he let a long moan escape his lips as he felt the sheik's oiled hand wrap around him, pumping him with his slick digits.
"Yes, you enjoy this," The sheik hissed, nipping at Zell's earlobe, stroking harder. Zell couldn't speak; he was afraid his voice would betray him. He hated this, he hated having the sheik's hands on him like that, but it felt so good. He felt so torn, but he was certain of one thing: he didn't want it to stop. The sheik's lip curled, and he squeezed Zell hard. "Tell me you enjoy this, Zell. Tell me you want me to keep going." He grunted. Zell bit his lip.
"P-please..." Zell whispered. That earned him another hard squeeze. He shut his eyes tightly, tilting his head back. "I...I love this, please keep going..." Zell gasped, blushing to the roots of his hair. The Lion pressed his lips to Zell's again, stroking fast and unrelenting.
Zell's toes curled; he knew he was going to come soon, he could feel it. He didn't want to, he tried to will his lust away, but no matter what he thought or tried to do, he just couldn't hold off. "Fuck...fuck, I'm going to-" Zell gasped. The dark haired sheik shook his head, pressing his thumb against a spot on the base of Zell's length. Zell whimpered, feeling his release stopped abruptly. The sheik smiled wickedly.
"Beg me, Zell," The Lion purred, rubbing his thumb in circles over that spot, keeping Zell right there on the edge. Zell strained against his bonds, biting hard on his lip, almost drawing blood. The sheik continued his slow torture, biting down on Zell's neck.
"Ah, fuck--" Zell moaned, his breath hitching. "Please!" He gasped loudly, bucking against the sheik's hand. Licking up Zell's neck, nibbling on his ear, the dark haired sheik shook his head, causing Zell to growl impatiently.
"You can do better than that, I think," He whispered, wrapping one finger as far around Zell's base as it could go. "Who, exactly, are you begging, Zell?" The Lion laughed. Zell thought a moment, trying to breathe.
"Uh, god...you?" Zell offered, whimpering as the sheik lightly ran his middle finger across Zell's tip. Once more, the sheik shook his head. Zell was about ready to scream, he was getting so anxious. "Damnit, what the fuck do you want?!" Zell shouted, bucking again. The sheik laughed.
"You, dear Zell, but first...beg me. The way I want you to." The Lion rumbled low in his throat, kissing Zell's jaw. Zell tilted his head back, turning his eyes away.
"Please...Lord Lion, please..." Zell groaned, blushing deep scarlet. The Lion wrapped his fingers around Zell completely, but kept his thumb on that one spot. Zell keened, begging with his eyes. "God, please, Lord Lion, please let me come..." Chuckling, the sheik slowly moved his thumb away, releasing Zell. Zell screamed as he finally came, covering both him and the dark haired sheik in his essence. The sheik kissed Zell once more, deeply, before leaning back, smiling.
"Now, didn't you enjoy that, Zell?" He asked, his eyes grazing over Zell again. Zell squirmed under his gaze, embarrassed beyond belief. He didn't realize the Lion had actually expected an answer. Frowning slightly, the sheik ripped off Zell's gold covering with one strong tug, standing up, and glowered down at him. "Zell, answer me." Zell squeaked again, not having expected such a rash reaction.
"Y-yes, I enjoyed it..." Zell muttered, shamed. He lowered his eyes, trying to keep himself calm. Now being fully nude in front of this sex-crazed psycho sheik was very unnerving.
The sheik watched Zell for a moment, taking in the sight of the nude, sweating, come-covered beauty tied to his bed. He had a habit of breaking in his new pets before taking them, but he was seriously thinking about bending his own rules this once. The boy was just too tempting.
Bending over the bed, the sheik kissed Zell's ankle. Zell jumped slightly, but didn't kick out with his foot. He watched the sheik intently, a little confused.
'I'm completely naked, weakened, and tied down. Why doesn't this wacko ravish me?' Zell asked himself. The fact he wasn't being raped was a little bewildering, but more embarrassingly so was the fact that, in the pit of his heart, he kind of wanted to be.
"My Lord..." A quiet, deep voice intoned from a little ways away. The Lion snarled, turning his head sharply towards his door, angered at having been interrupted. Standing there was Seifer, having changed from his black robes to a lighter white ensemble, a short, soft wrap adorning his head.
"Can't you see that I'm busy, Seifer..." The dark haired sheik growled. Seifer bowed slightly; apologetically.
"I beg your forgiveness, My Lord Lion, but she's back again..." Seifer said quietly, trying to keep his eyes low. The vision of Zell's nude, sweating form was a little distracting, however.
The Lion stood up straight, fire blazing in his silver eyes. He tore off his pale blue, come-covered robe, throwing it carelessly on the floor. Reaching for a deep red one, he turned towards Zell.
"I see that I'll be quite busy tonight, unfortunately, Desert Blossom. I hope you'll be comfortable without my presence, for this one night. But," The sheik said, straightening his new robe, bending low to brush his lips across Zell's possessively. "As soon as I'm rid of the bitch at my door, I will return. Good evening." With that, the Lion turned on his heel, following Seifer out.
Zell lay there a moment, curious. Who was the woman (er, ‘bitch’) the sheik had mentioned? Why had he reacted with such irritation when she had been brought up? He watched the door close behind the pair leaving, sighing. Though feeling very exposed without his cover, he was also feeling spent after his mind blowing orgasm. Cuddling down into the soft pillows, without fear of harm, Zell drifted off to sleep.
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