Tiefling Boyfriend: Mercutio 5 (special preview)

August has been a little quiet ever since I went to Lynk’s bordello. I worry that perhaps I may have struck the wrong cord with showing up there. Even though I had been curious about what he did at such a place, it was not my intention to follow him. It was Lynk I had been after in order to start building up an alliance with someone else powerful I could trust.

Finally, one evening as work was ending, August was bringing me in the last of the papers. His eyes were downcast as he set the workload on my desk. 

“That should be it, but I would suggest looking over it tomorrow. There won’t be much to do then and you can focus on going over these.” He adjusts his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “It’s also late so-”

“Thank you, August.” I try to capture his attention with a smile, but he seems more focused on the stacks of paper. “August?”

“Yes, Master Mercutio.” He looks at me, but not really. In fact his gaze goes over the top of my head.

I sigh lick the inner corner of my lip. “You’ve been awful quiet around me the last couple of days. Is there something we need to talk about?”

“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head, clearing his throat. 

“I think there is.” I stand up from my chair. “Ever since I found you at House Gaiseric you’ve been reluctant to talk to me or look at me. If I need to apologize just ask me to-”

“I’m so sorry!” He suddenly blurts.

It was not the response I expected from him. I expected him to get a little terse with me, maybe even give me a good talking down to. Instead, August is the one apologizing.

“It’s been a habit of mine for some time, even before I met you.” He takes off his glasses and those genuine puppy dog eyes of his have me moved. “And ever since you got hurt, I’ve not wanted to risk making it worse or exhausting you. So I’ve been going there, but to be honest, it’s made things worse.”

“Uh-” I have to snap myself out of it. “I really don’t mind, August. I have no say over your body or what you choose to do with it. We’re friends, lovers, not property.” I step closer towards him. “But what is worse?”

August’s eyes look into mine and I could sink to my knees for him right now. His soft arms wrap around me while his strong fingers press into my spine. “I mainly get dances at the bordello.” His voice is a timid whisper, one I would love to hear in my ear as he laid on my back. “I haven’t yet paid for...company.” He licks his lips. “So, what I thought would help me control my urges has only exacerbated them.”

How can this morsel seem like such a fantastic feast spread out before me. His words, his hands, those lovely eyes, he’s making me a weaker, pathetic kitten. “Tell me about these urges.”

“I can’t,” he breathes. “You’re excited enough.”

I smooth my hands down his chest. “I can never be too excited, August. Now tell me everything. You’ve always been docile in bed, following my commands, my wants. I want to know your desires, your needs.” I smile at him. “I owe you that much.”

August takes a shuddering breath and rubs his hands up my back. “I’m happy just being with you. I miss it.”

I kiss him softly. “But what are your fantasies, August?” I purr sweetly. “Do you picture me tied up? Do you want me to spank you? Or perhaps I am the one who needs a good spanking?”

August clears his throat. “Master Mercutio-”

I lick his lips and begin to lower myself down. “I’m getting stronger everyday, you don’t need to worry about hurting me.”