Day 8: Cockwarming/DomSub/Throne Oral Sex

Day 8: Cockwarming/DomSub/Throne Oral Sex

The grand Tyrrish throne was cold beneath Xaden as he settled into the imposing seat of power, his back straight, his gaze fixed forward. The room was quiet, only the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth breaking the silence. The grandeur of the moment was lost on him, though, as his attention was entirely consumed by the woman on her knees before him—Violet.

Her silver hair fell in soft waves around her face, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, her mouth warm and wet, but she wasn't moving. She wasn't allowed to move. This wasn't about her pleasure, not yet. It was about control—Xaden's control, and Violet's submission.

He glanced down at her, his hand resting gently on her head, fingers sliding through the soft strands of her hair. The sight of her there, on her knees in front of him, looking up at him with those wide, adoring eyes, made something primal flare deep inside him. She was his, completely and utterly his, and right now, there was nothing more beautiful than the way she knelt before him, obedient and trusting.

"You look so pretty like this," Xaden murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the stillness of the room. His thumb brushed against her cheek, the contrast between his rough, calloused hands and her soft skin making her shiver. "So perfect, kneeling at my feet, just waiting."

Violet's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her body going still as she absorbed his words, her breath slow and steady as she waited for his command. She couldn't move. Xaden had made that very clear. The only thing she could do was hold him in her mouth, his cock resting heavy on her tongue, and take whatever he decided to give her.

Xaden leaned back in the throne, one hand resting lazily on the armrest while the other continued to pet her hair, his fingers moving in soothing strokes as he looked down at her. He could feel the heat of her mouth around him, the way her lips sealed around the base of his cock, but she wasn't applying any pressure. She was just holding him there, warm and ready, waiting for him to decide when—if—she would be allowed to do more.

"You're being so good for me," Xaden murmured, his voice soft but filled with command as he looked down at her, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "So patient. I know how much you want to move, how much you want to take more of me, but you won't, will you?"

Violet shook her head slightly, her lips tightening just a fraction around him as a soft whimper escaped her throat. She couldn't respond verbally, not with her mouth so full of him, but the gesture was enough to make Xaden's chest swell with satisfaction.

"Good girl," he purred, his hand moving to the back of her neck, his fingers massaging gently as he continued to pet her. "You're doing exactly what I want, and I love seeing you like this."

Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto his, and Xaden felt a surge of pride and possessiveness rise within him. She was stunning like this, her eyes full of trust, her body completely submissive to his will. There was something intoxicating about the way she gave herself over to him so fully, so willingly, and it made the heat between them burn even hotter.

Xaden shifted slightly in the chair, his cock twitching in her mouth, and Violet let out a soft, muffled moan, her body trembling as she fought the urge to move. The sound sent a pulse of heat straight through him, his breath catching slightly as he felt her tongue twitch beneath him, but she remained still, just as he had commanded.

"That's it," Xaden whispered, his hand tightening in her hair for just a moment, his fingers tugging gently as he let out a low, satisfied growl. "Just hold it. Don't move. I want to feel you stay right there, like the perfect little thing you are."

Violet's breath came in slow, shallow bursts through her nose, her chest rising and falling as she focused all of her energy on being still. She could feel the weight of his cock in her mouth, the way it filled her completely, but she knew better than to push for more. Xaden had her exactly where he wanted her, and the anticipation of what might come next was driving her wild.

"You look so pretty like this," Xaden repeated, his voice a little softer now, but still filled with that commanding edge. "On your knees, with my cock in your mouth, waiting for me to decide what happens next."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and Violet's fingers twitched where they rested on her thighs, her body trembling with the effort of staying still. Xaden could feel the tension in her, the way her muscles were coiled tight with anticipation, but he didn't push her—yet. He wanted her to simmer in the moment, to feel the full weight of her submission.

"You know you're mine, don't you?" Xaden asked softly, his fingers sliding through her hair again, his touch gentle but possessive. "Every part of you belongs to me."

Violet's eyes fluttered shut again, and Xaden felt her nod ever so slightly, the small movement sending a thrill of satisfaction through him. She knew it—deep down, she knew she belonged to him, and it made everything about this moment even sweeter.

"I could stay like this all night," Xaden mused, his voice a low purr as he settled further into the throne, his hand still gently petting her hair. "Just like this, with you on your knees, keeping me warm. You wouldn't mind that, would you?"

Violet's eyes opened slowly, her gaze locking onto his again as she shook her head slightly, her lips tightening just a bit more around him in response. Xaden chuckled softly, his chest swelling with pride at her obedience, at the way she was so willing to give herself over to him completely.

"I didn't think so," he whispered, his hand moving to cup the back of her head as he let out a low, satisfied sigh. "You're being so good for me, Violence . So perfect."

Violet let out another soft, muffled moan, her body trembling with the effort of staying still as Xaden's words washed over her, filling her with a deep sense of contentment. She loved hearing him praise her, loved knowing that she was pleasing him, even in the simplest of ways.

"Keep holding it," Xaden murmured, his fingers tightening slightly in her hair as he settled back into the throne, his gaze fixed on her with a dark intensity. "You're not going anywhere until I say you can move."

Violet's breath came in slow, shallow bursts as she obeyed his command, her body perfectly still, her mouth warm and unmoving around him. The weight of Xaden's cock resting on her tongue was almost too much to bear, the thick tension in the room making her pulse race. Every breath she took felt like an exercise in control, in submission. She could feel his hand in her hair, his fingers idly playing with the strands as if he was savoring the moment just as much as she was.

For a long moment, there was nothing but silence—an almost reverent stillness that made the anticipation between them burn hotter. Violet's heart pounded in her chest, her body humming with the need to do more, to please him, but she knew she couldn't. Not yet.

Then, suddenly, there was a noise outside the room—a soft shuffling sound, like footsteps just beyond the heavy doors.

Violet's breath hitched, her body tensing as her instincts took over, her muscles coiling tight in response to the sudden noise. Her first reaction was to move, to pull back, but before she could even begin to lift her head, Xaden's grip tightened in her hair, his fingers pulling her firmly back down.

"Don't even think about it," Xaden growled, his voice low and commanding, a quiet edge of warning lacing his words.

Violet froze, her body trembling as the noise outside the door grew louder, the soft murmur of voices filtering through the thick wood. Her heart pounded in her chest, her muscles aching with the tension of staying perfectly still. The idea of someone walking in, of seeing her like this—on her knees in front of Xaden, his cock warm in her mouth—made her pulse race with a mixture of fear and forbidden excitement.

Xaden's hand remained steady on the back of her head, holding her in place as he leaned forward slightly, his other hand gripping the armrest of the throne with a possessive strength. He didn't seem the least bit concerned by the noise outside, and that calm, steady confidence radiated off him like a shield, grounding Violet even as her mind whirled with the possibility of being caught.

"If someone comes in, let them," Xaden murmured, his voice low and dark, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "You're not going anywhere, Violence . I want them to see you like this. See how good you are for me."

Violet let out a muffled whimper around his cock, her body trembling as she tried to stay still, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps through her nose. The tension between them was almost unbearable now, her muscles straining with the effort of holding herself together as the voices outside the door grew louder.

But then, just as suddenly as the noise had started, it stopped. The voices faded, the footsteps retreating down the hall, leaving the two of them alone in the quiet, charged atmosphere of the room.

Xaden chuckled softly, his hand loosening its grip on her hair just enough to stroke her scalp in a soothing, almost affectionate gesture. "Told you not to worry," he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction as he leaned back in the throne, his gaze still fixed on her. "I told the guards not to let anyone in. You're safe."

Violet let out a shaky breath, her body relaxing slightly at his words, though the tension in her chest didn't completely fade. The idea of someone catching them, seeing her like this, had sent a jolt of adrenaline through her, but now that the threat was gone, she could focus again—focus on him, on what he wanted from her.

"Good girl," Xaden whispered, his thumb brushing lightly against the side of her face as he looked down at her, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "You stayed so still, even when you were scared. I like that."

Violet's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, her gaze meeting his with a mix of trust and submission. She was still on her knees, still holding him in her mouth, and the weight of his cock resting on her tongue was starting to drive her wild with the need to move, to do more.

Xaden must have sensed her growing desperation, because he smirked down at her, his hand tightening in her hair again as he leaned forward slightly. "I think you've earned a reward," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "It's time, Violence . Time for me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours properly."

Violet's heart skipped a beat at his words, her pulse quickening as she felt his grip on her hair tighten, pulling her head down slightly, pressing her mouth further onto him. She let out a muffled moan, her body trembling as the anticipation built, the warmth of his cock in her mouth sending sparks of heat through her core.

"Don't hold back," Xaden growled, his voice rough with need as he shifted his hips slightly, his cock pressing deeper into her mouth. "You're going to take all of it. And you're going to take it hard."

Without warning, Xaden began to move, his hips snapping forward as he thrust into her mouth, the sudden intensity of the motion making Violet's breath hitch. His hand gripped the back of her head, guiding her movements as he fucked her throat with deep, deliberate strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a brutal rhythm that made her entire body tremble.

Violet's eyes watered as he pushed deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat, but she didn't pull away. She stayed exactly where he wanted her, her body trembling with the effort of keeping up with his pace, of taking everything he gave her. She could feel the heat of him, the way his breath quickened as he thrust into her mouth, the low, guttural growls slipping from his lips as he lost himself in the pleasure.

"Fuck, Violence ," Xaden groaned, his hand tightening in her hair as his hips moved faster, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect, just like this."

Violet's throat tightened around him as he pushed deeper, her lips stretched wide around his cock as she tried to take all of him, her body trembling with the effort. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think—only feel. The overwhelming sensation of him fucking her mouth was consuming her, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through her in equal measure, but she didn't pull away. She didn't stop.

Xaden's breath grew heavier, his movements more erratic as he neared his release. He gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head down harder, forcing her to take him even deeper as his pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm that made her entire body shake.

"I'm going to come down that pretty throat of yours," Xaden growled, his voice rough and commanding as he thrust into her one last time, holding her head down as he buried himself deep in her mouth. "Take it all, Violence . Swallow every drop."

With a final, deep thrust, Xaden came, his cock pulsing in her mouth as his release spilled down her throat. Violet let out a muffled moan, her throat tightening around him as she swallowed, her body trembling with the effort of taking all of him, of obeying his command.

Xaden's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as the aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him, but he didn't let go of her head. He held her there for a moment longer, his cock still resting in her mouth as he looked down at her, his dark eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with pride as he finally released his grip on her hair, his hand moving to gently stroke the side of her face. "You took all of it. Just like I knew you would."

Violet's breath came in slow, shallow bursts as she finally pulled back, her mouth slipping off him as she sat back on her heels, her body trembling with exhaustion and satisfaction. She looked up at him, her lips swollen, her eyes bright with a mix of submission and pride, and Xaden smiled down at her, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek.

"You were perfect," he whispered, his thumb brushing lightly over her bottom lip. "Absolutely perfect."