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For what an unpersonable nightmare he is normally, your Sir Knight really is so cute. You cheerfully step over him, puff pastry sheets in hand. He twitches, but stays obediently put.
"I'm not an expert baker, but I want to understand the process a little better. You can honour me by taste-testing it," you tell him as you roll out the pastry and paint its surface with butter.
"There is- there is no need for you to...concern yourself," Sir Knight gasps.
"Well you never let me feed you the stuff you made," you sigh.
The mixture is sprinkled over its surface, ever-so-slowly, while your knight tries his best not to make noises from where he sits on the floor. His hips twitch every now and then, desperate to move but not wanting to disobey. You carefully fold the pastry into two curls and set it into the fridge.
"Should take ten minutes to firm," you recall from the recipe. Your knight makes an ambiguous grunt of confirmation. Smiling, you walk back to him, and pluck the rope of his shibari binding. He bites off what might be a whimper. You look over his nude body, trembling and erect.
"I suppose we have time now," you muse.
"A-Ah...Master, I-"
You pull out the remote for the vibe inside him. "But what did you say before? We must be fully focused on the baking process?"
"Master-"
You turn it on, and he throws his head back so hard the helmet knocks the cupboard. He's trying so hard not to grind the toy inside him, because you ordered him not to. His hole twitches eagerly around it, clenching so needily around the pleasure he only allows himself to indulge in because you decreed it.
You set the timer to ten minutes and sit back while he's so nobly resisting his carnal desires. It's very funny; as a ghost, he shouldn't even have those, but it seems asserting he should have a fire in his loins has made it so. He's so loyal he's making you a body you can torture like this. You toe a rope on his hip and pull it down so it grazes his painfully hard erection, and he whines pathetically. Blood roars in your ears at the tableau he's made himself, and it's hard to keep your hands off him. His ample chest heaves obscenely. If he had bodily functions, he might be sweating by now.
The timer dings. You take the cold-firmed palmier roll out of the fridge and carefully slice it up, not even bothering to turn off the vibe. You meticulously space them so they have room to expand, and place them into the preheated oven.
"Twelve more minutes," you muse, and turn the vibrations up a notch.
He's straining his whole body so much you can see the cut of every muscle. His cock is twitching cutely, responding so well to the pleasure, though he won't be getting release any time soon. You watch his adam's apple bob as he uses all of his composure and physical control to keep himself from writhing in his constraints. The rope creaks under the tension of his arms pulling against his constraints behind his back. He looks like he's going to explode, but you ordered him not to come, and he'd never disobey orders.
You watch the vibe bob in his hole, being slowly drawn in deeper from his reflexive clenching, which only makes it worse. It looks like he's sucking on it. Cute.
Twelve minutes is a long time when you're horny too. Your body is flushed, and you're aching to give him what he wants, to finally reap the rewards of your torment. The only reason you aren't masturbating in front of him is because of how unsanitary it would be to do in a kitchen. Your nostrils flare at the smell of baking cinnamon. It doesn't smell nearly as heavenly as your knight's palmiers, but god that's good.
He makes a horribly pitiful little noise, the loudest so far. Is he upset you're ignoring him when you're making him suffer? You keep your back to him and scroll through your phone, just to milk the moment. Will he plead? You want him to want it more than anything. He's at his best when he's broken and desperate.
"Master," he says in a small voice.
"Mm?" You respond, not looking up.
"Master, may I-" He shudders and wriggles himself a little more upright. "May I...with your mercy...If you've lost interest in me..."
You smile. It might look a little unkind. "Don't worry, Sir Knight. This is part of the fun."
"I-If you...If it pleases you, then," he rasps.
Another minute, and the palmiers are done. You don your oven mitt and bring them out, breathing in their warm smell. Fuck, that's good. You turn off the oven and place them down to cool.
"That was fun! Looks like I didn't mess up anywhere." You glance down to your suffering knight. He perks up hopefully until you return to the counter instead of him. "Time to clean up!"
His movement and grunting is picking up speed now. You stop at just rinsing, as you're reaching your limit too, and if you drag this out too long you might not be in the mood anymore. With the kitchen finally clear, you stroll up to him, hoist him by the ropes around his waist, and drag him out of the kitchen. He doesn't weigh much, on account of being a ghost.
You drop your knight on the bed, and he is not hiding how desperate he is now. He moans and raises his hips to better hilt that sword into you. You're tempted to deride him, but one thing you learned really early on in seducing him is that being insulted is one of his biggest turn-offs. Not because of his pride or anything, just because the idea of being unworthy of you is viscerally upsetting for him. He almost threw you off him once.
"Was it hard, sweetheart," you coo at him. His attention is lazer-focused on you languidly removing your pants.
"N-No trial is...Is too much- for you I- I could weather any storm-" He gasps.
You climb onto the bed and slowly, playfully rub your face on his erection. His chest convulses like he bit off a scream. You run your tongue up and down its length before kissing the head gently. "Look how much you want it. You stayed so strong all this time! You're such a good boy."
His restrained grunt breaks down into more of a sob. Was he hoping for release after some light neglect play? It's like he doesn't even know you. Your mouth wraps around him, tongue guiding the way. It tastes like nothing, almost odorless save for a tinge of raspberries, existing only for you to touch it. You bob up and down, sucking firmly, and he rocks into you each time your head comes down. You pull off him before he can test your gag reflex and climb up his body so you can massage his plush chest, playing with one of his nipples. He goes very still, which means he is trying to withstand a huge reaction.
"So sexy. Where could I ever find a body like this?" One thing your knight really likes is the idea that he's a one-in-a-million partner, that he has things other people don't, and he's earned your affections through his superior performance. In short: he loves it when you lay it on thick. It's corny, sure, but so fucking cute. This guy's ego needs serious checking, but you can't help spoiling him. "Did you look this good before you died too? Making your body perfect for me?"
You run your hand up and down his dick while pushing his nipple around. The other nipple you take into your mouth and swirl with your tongue. When you're pressed against him like this, you can feel every single twitch underneath you. You're humping his hip as you work him, making it clear how much you're getting out of this. His tits are so soft and plush normally, but now they're like a brick slab from how hard he's flexing them.
Your hand moves faster and faster on his erection with a firm unrelenting grip. He moans like a desperate slut, a slave to the sensations you forced onto him; from your hands, your mouth, the vibe still humming inside him. As long as it's an order, he's willing to completely lose himself to his worst instincts. It's sad his previous master had too much self-control to ever find out he had the loyalty of such a desperate, pathetic little whore.
That gets you going. You swing a leg over his waist and grind against his dick. "You want it, baby?"
"A-Ah...ah..."
You pull your underwear with your thumb. "You want it? Tell me how much. Beg for me."
"P-Please...I...I would be honoured to touch you...to have- a-ah...To be allowed to...mmgh..." He shudders. You don't stop grinding. It's more fun this way. "Please, master use me, use me for your satisfaction... I-I exist only for your pleasure, I can't...I can't..."
You kiss along his neck. "You love me?"
"I have loved you for lifetimes," he says earnestly.
It tickles your heart. "You've worked so hard." You slide your underwear all the way off, and keep grinding until his erection begins forming lubricant, which he knows to do without asking by now. You let the head kiss your entrance once, twice. He has a full view of how turned on you are right now. Is he happy? "You're so sweet when you're bearing it all for me. I love to see how brave you are. My big, powerful knight, you'll give it all for me, won't you?"
"E-Every...Every time...No matter the cost," he nods. He's really enjoying this.
"Good." You pull the vibrator controller from your discarded trousers, flick it to max, and plunge down onto his dick.
He starts fucking you basically right away. He's not normally this aggressive, so you can't help but laugh. You keep yourself on your knees, riding with him so he doesn't slam into you, moaning whenever applicable so he feels like his desperate humping could be construed as skilled. The vibrator is loud, an angry buzzing that makes clear just how much you're torturing this slut's prostate. You grasp his ropes and ride him like a bucking horse, grinding your hips as you pull him deep inside you. The wet slap of you bouncing on his cock is music to your ears.
He's not straining so much now that he's allowed to indulge in your body, so his pecs jiggle lavisciously before your eyes. You use your free hand to kneed them again, sinking your fingers into pliant flesh. Your thumb pulls and pushes at his saliva-slick nipple, and his arousal jumps inside you. You clench down hard on him, sucking him deep inside you, and use both hands to massage his chest. He arches his back to aid in your ministrations, moaning like a bitch.
"Just like that, baby, fuck me," you gasp. "You're a natural born sex toy, sweetheart, your body was made for this, god, yes..."
The vibrator is overpowering white noise, and you idly reach back and shove it in deeper, making your knight yip in alarm. You push it in and out, using you free hand to rub comforting circles into his thigh. "Does that feel good, babe?"
"W-Wonderful...your every touch is ecstasy, my master-"
"You want it harder?"
"I-I can hardly bear-"
You grind it into him, pushing it up so it rubs along his prostate the entire way. He's finally crying. It took a while this time; maybe you were too firm when you ordered him to control himself. "So you want me to stop?"
"I wouldn't, mm, ugh...I would not dare de-deprive myself of y-your touch," he whines.
Fuck, he's such a cutie. You release the vibrator and return to fucking him with force. You pull up a little further than you need to every time, keeping yourself on the edge to lengthen his torment just a little bit longer, harder, harder, until you're finally letting him slam his way into you even though it hurts. He's splitting you apart, cleaving deep into your insides; it is going to fuck you up so badly tomorrow, and you love it.
"I'm gonna come, babe, I'm coming," you moan, "come with me please, want to come with you, fill me up, make me yours..."
His hips stutter and jerk, and you can feel the beginnings of his climax being pulled forth by your own. It unfolds through your muscles, your nerves, pulling your entire lower body into a spasm that sends a lightning bolt up through your brain. His seed floods your body, and he desperately fucks you through it the entire way like a braindead rutting animal. You pull on his ropes as you take in all of it, seeing stars. Your muscles don't obey you, overtaken by the power of the stimulation.
After a minute more of intermittent grinding, it finally passes. You pull yourself free and collapse on top of him, kissing his collarbone. "That was amazing."
"...I am grateful I have performed to your liking, master," he replies hoarsely.
"The best sex I have ever had in my entire life," you insist. Your finger slides in a lazy circle on his chest. "It feels like we're made for each other. How are you such a skilled lover? Have you ever been with anyone else?"
"I..." He clears his throat, and you detect a slight air of smugness. "I have simply imagined how I might best serve my master's needs. Not once have I fallen to carnal pleasures, other than to serve you."
"You're a prodigy," you purr, and he looks away shyly at the praise. You pull him close, first in an embrace, then to start picking at the knots around his arms. You pepper him with little kisses as you work, and he buries his helmet in the pillow to escape your affections. After a little effort, you finally pull it loose, and his arms are free to squeeze you in a crushing hug in return. You start on his legs while he rubs your back.
"I am truly a worthy paramour?" He baits you. Very obviously.
"I think all the previous guys I've ever been with would have their dicks suck up into their bodies in shame when you walk into the room," you say. One leg free. He wraps it around yours.
"Hmph...They should be ashamed for not meeting your needs. It was no trouble at all for me. I would do it a thousand times over." He's getting really arrogant lately. Well, no one's ever going to do it for you after him anyway, so you suppose you'll allow it. His other leg is freed, and you gently slide the vibrator out of him. He sighs in relief and crowds you against the wall, all tangled up in you, practically begging for another round of kisses all along his neck, the underside of his jaw, the top of his chest. His hands gently knead the small of your back, massaging the tension away.
You nuzzle into his chest with a smile and hold him tight again. He's not warm or cold, a soft and pleasant presence, like a pillow just beginning to warm under your skin. "...Wake me up in an hour. I was serious about feeding you those palmiers."