DOMINION

AUGUST’S POV

Black.

My eyes were covered, hands tied behind my back.

Not too tight, but not too loose either.

The texture of the fabric beneath me was familiar.

A few twists and I could be out of it.

Just a few twists.

Turn, August.

“Don’t bother,” his voice was faint but cold.

Gerald.

Not today.

“You can’t get out of it,” his voice was closer.

At the tip of my ear.

“Untie—” his fingers rammed into my mouth.

That shut me up.

I can’t see, I can’t speak, I can barely move but I feel, I feel so much.

His other hand moved to my cheek.

My legs instinctively spread apart.

His fingers left my mouth and I brace myself for his lips on mine, like I’m used to.

But he didn’t kiss me.

The bed got lighter. He got off.

“No— Don’t you fucking leave me like this.”

“I’ll do whatever I want Nilie.”

And he slammed the door. I was not sure if he was still there or not.

“Ger…” I called out.

No response.

The idiot left me tied up, with a hard on.

I was getting back at him when I got out.

A few turns with rage got me out.

I untied the blindfold but I didn’t touch myself.

What came next… What came next was thinking of what I would do to him.

I had a meeting with the Earl of Solomon Islands the same morning.

We had that meeting.

But he decided to get into my place however he did and tie me up, give me the idea that he was going to please, just to leave. And leave a note on my door,

‘For the love of the game.’ In cursive.

He doesn’t even know how to write in cursive.

I sighed. I took a bath and got myself ready for the meeting.

Then I went to the academy, to pick him up.

He lived there, and I know he went back after what he did that morning.

I texted him after I got to the academy.

A: Outside.

A: Now.

He replied immediately after.

G: I’m out.

I looked around and saw him walk from behind where I stood.

He walked to where I stood with his hands in his pockets, eyes searching me like they didn’t owe me something.

We were meeting the Earl of S.I. in the popular café for royals and nobles, The Fjords Café.

The Earl of S.I. came without notice. Claiming he was “visiting” Finland. He never visited anywhere. My father would have taken the chance himself. But he wasn’t in Denmark, a flight from Denmark to Finland would take hours. The Earl of S.I. would have been gone.

It had become my responsibility. The Earl had seen my father’s message and said I could join him for coffee. And I was not going to miss that.

The Fjord Café.

The Fjord Café only because it was near the Finnish palace and security was tighter.

A neutral ground especially with the fact that the acting King of Finland went with his “consort.”

“What was the stunt you pulled this morning?” I asked Gerald as we walked there.

“What stunt?”

“You want to play dumb now?”

“I remember someone telling me our time for business is different from… other times.”

“But you snuck into my home. Then left me tied up?”

“You’re here now.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

His hands stayed in his pockets as he asked, “Still hard?”

He didn’t stop there, “You wanted it. You liked it. And you want me to give you more.”

He stopped walking then.

He threaded his hand through my hair before he said, “Like the little whore you are.”

We were in public, but my dick twitched to life. Perfect.

I snapped his hand away from my head. What he did in the morning was really fucking annoying and I wouldn’t forget it because he called me a little whore.

I kept on walking, the cafè was close by. “We’ll talk about this after the meeting.”

He didn’t say it but I felt his words, “Of course we will.” I felt his hand and his tongue. All in my head.

Which is crazy because I still remember when he was a touch-me-not.

But now he’s touched me so much that I’m imagining it as I walk into a cafè that was going to have one of my most important meetings.

The bell that hung at the top of the door rang as I opened the door. Gerald followed behind me.

The eyes of nobles who came to while away their time, pretending life had some sort of meaning—an ordeal. It was funny how they were exactly the same as the kids in the Academy.

Gerald and I were in our third year there but nothing really had changed.

I spotted the Earl of S.I. sitting beside the middle at the far back. I walked over dragging the chair out from the table it was tucked into and sat. Gerald stood behind me, the way I trained him to.

“Good day, Sire,” I started.

“Good day, Augustus. I see you have someone with you,” he looked up to Gerald.

“More of a guard than a person,” I said.

The scar on his forehead really always helped sell the story.

He doesn’t like being called a guard but I also don’t like being sexually deprived on a very important day.

“I see,” the Earl said under his thick mustache.

“Your father asked for you to see me on his behalf. I would have refused. Ignored that bastard but I’ve heard rumors about you, Augustus.”

Now, my father is no bastard. The waitress came over and dropped a cup of coffee I didn’t order in front of me. Along with the Earl’s. The nerve he had.

“What rumors?” I asked.

“The things you’ve done. The things you can do.”

And you still wait for my father to reach out? How egoistic can you be? I don’t like Solomon Islands, never have and never will.

“The things you’ll do for me,” he smiled under his beard.

Oh, really.

“Everything comes with a price,” I said.

“I’m fully aware.”

I leaned back, “What do you want and what are you willing to offer?”

“Belgium,” he said. “The king doesn’t have an heir, as we all know. My son has just become of age.”

“He’s eighteen, and?”

“I need a deal with the King of Belgium. He must marry one of the princes.”

“You want the son of the Earl of Solomon Islands to be the next King of Belgium?”

“It’s very likely. I just need to secure his space.”

“The king loves his daughter,” and will keep his second one safe from men like you.

“And I love my son.”

That’s just far-fetched. But I don’t say that. Royals and nobles have worthless lives, and they tend to bleed the worth they dream of into their children.

“I can help you with that,” I lied. It was greater than my power.

The only Kings I could access were those of Finland, Norway, Denmark and Netherlands. And that was a fair amount.

He smiled, “I knew you could,” then he chuckled like we were old buddies.

“What do you want from me, kid?”

I leaned back forward, with my arm on the table, “24th of July, last year,” I started.

His lips curved downwards. Right. I was poking the right places, “What do you know about that day?”

“A little boy, dismembered in Solomon Islands.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat. The King of Belgium had two children. A son and a daughter.

The son? Missing. Suspected to be dead. And along that timeline we have nobles in Solomon Islands dismembering a little boy. It wasn’t new for things like that to happen. Not the blatant kidnap of the Prince of Belgium. The dismembering of people, children.

And nothing was going to happen about that because no one cares about the people on the outskirts. Most nobles believe they should be dead already.

Back to my point, someone who has a habit of dismembering people would not sweat from being called out. But someone dismembering a royal child to make another nation heirless was a different situation entirely.

“I do. And I have a witness.”

Another bluff. But people tend to always fall for them.

“You usually want meetings, alliances, proper deals.”

“You’ve clearly heard wrong, Jonathan.”

I looked at him, through my glasses, straight into his eyes, “24th of July.”

“I don’t know anything about that.”

I stood then.

“We can still work things through,” he said.

More heads turned to us. How could the Earl of S.I. who went around calling other nobles bastards tell the Son of a Marquess, they could work things through? I was also the Representative of Denmark but that did as much as my being my father’s son.

I normally gave people second chances. I would sit and lay out what I want one more time, but right then he disgusted me. While looking down at him I said, “My father is no bastard.” Then I walked out of the cafe with Gerald trailing behind my back.

I took out my phone and texted my father.

A: He’s not worth it.

He started typing immediately after. Why does everyone reply me so damn fast?

D: Where are you now? Are you safe?

A: Perfectly fine.

D: What happened? I need you to come home right now.

A: He called you a bastard and I’m not flying all the way to Denmark.

D: Share your live location. Tell me when you get to the Academy.

I shared it.

A: Done. Happy now?

He sent nothing after. I walked through the Academy gates with Gerald still staying behind me.

D: Do not leave the Academy at all for now.

A: No-one is going to dismember me, Dave. I have a life.

D: Leave the Academy and I will tell your mother.

A: That’s where you draw the line?

D: I will tell your mother if you leave there.

A: Alright, fine.

I put my phone in my pocket then turned my head slightly back to see Gerald, “I need a drink,” I said then left to the library.

He was going to get me one from the vending machine. Since he refused, “forgot” to refill the one in the secret room.

I walked into the library, passing the sections I had gotten used to over the year. It was almost my one year anniversary with the room. I tilted the purple book on the shelf. The door opened up for me.

After the entrance, there was another door. A twist on the door knob and I was inside the room.

I sat on the seat I had Gerald make for me. He sculpted most of the room but it was still mine.

I cracked my knuckles then my neck and that was when he came in.

My usual transparent drink in his hand. Carbonated water.

He placed it on the table.

I took a sip out of it. He stood in front of me. Silent.

Brooding and Silent.

“You have nothing to say to me?” I asked.

“Guards don’t really have anything to say.”

“That’s about right.”

I took another sip of my drink.

He just stood still saying nothing.

That’d be different if I was asleep.

What I said I’d do to him?

I could call someone else in, have them suck my dick and let him watch like the guard I was making him out to be. Or I simply used his mouth like I’d been dying to.

The real question was if I wanted to please myself or torture him.

“Come here,” I said. He did.

His figure was right above mine.

“Get on your knees.”

He did.

And there my dick went, twitching to life again.

He knelt right in front of me.

My fingers traced his cheeks like he did mine.

Then I pushed them into his mouth. Deep into his throat.

And there he was, gagging on my fingers, salivating.

Gerald and I were not the same.

I took my hand out of his mouth after I got enough.

“Take off my belt,” I said.

He glared at me.

He thought he had the right to glare at me.

He took off my belt. And without me telling him to suck it, he wrapped his mouth around it.

Who’s the little whore now?

My hands found his hair, like his found mine.

I held it tighter, forcing his head down. Making him take all of me. Making him choke on me.

He mumbled something but I didn’t really care.

I moved his head however I wanted.

Rough. Harsh in a way that I knew would hurt him.

And I was done.

I let his head go and took another sip of my drink. Letting my cum be his.

And after he caught his breath, I lifted his chin. “This is going to be the last time I let you try something like that again.”

My finger traced his lip, “Is that clear?”

“Yes,” he coughed.