The Slave (Free Men Book 1)(7)

I reached out, lightly stroking the tense lines of his back. The silk of  his robe barely shifted under my touch but he still stiffened, on high  alert. I continued stroking, my movements rhythmic and easy,  non-threatening, and gradually he calmed. His breaths evened out, and he  fell into a shallow doze, exhausted no doubt by his rough night and  abrupt introduction to slavery. Even in states of great turmoil, the  body will snatch respite where it can.

I decided to let him sleep.





CHAPTER FIVE





As darkness fell, I rose to leave him.

"Where are you going?"

"To Master." I looked at him, my face impassive. "He might want me."

"To torment you." Kai scowled.

"Why do you care? It saves him from tormenting you."

I smirked as I watched him struggle with that. He looked like he was  about to say something, and I waited but nothing came. Shaking my head, I  let myself out and locked him inside his room.

Master was working at his desk, dressed simply in a long robe tied loose  around his firm waist. He lifted his head and smiled when I entered,  placing his quill on his parchment.

"Just you?" He laughed lightly. "I suppose it would have been too much to hope for he came around so quickly."

I nodded and stepped into his open arms. He pulled me against him, and I held his shoulders for balance as he nuzzled my ribs.

"Ah, Tam. Of all the slaves in the market, you had to pick that one."         

     



 

I moved to look at him. "He displeases you?"

Master chuckled and held me close again. "Not at all. He's beautiful, and feisty with it. I couldn't have done better myself."

I glowed a little with pride. Right up until Master slid a hand beneath  my loincloth and rolled my achingly full balls in his palm.

"I only worry for you, Tam. Until he breaks, I fear you are going to suffer."

I squirmed a little, trying to get away from his attention. My cock was  already half-hard. He took hold of it, pulling firmly up the full  length.

"Please … "

"I'm sorry, Tammy." He looked like he truly meant it. "There is no other way."

I choked back a sob as he guided me between his legs so I was half  sitting on his desk, then unwrapped my loincloth and took me into his  mouth. The urge to buck and thrust was almost overwhelming, the heady  sensation of his slick mouth, tight lips, and clever tongue tormenting  me. I bit my palm on the fleshy part below my thumb to distract myself  from the sudden and urgent need to come.

He was relentless, his mouth and hand working together in counterpoint,  his eyes never leaving mine as he slurped and sucked. An urgent building  sensation started somewhere in my groin: my balls tightened, my anus  clenched, my whole dick felt stiffer, longer, broader. The orgasm tore  down on top of me, unstoppable, growing and growing until there was  nothing I could do to hold back or prevent it. I thrust my hips, out of  control. I filled Master's face, knees locked, calves drawn tight and  trembling-

He slid off me, gripping my hips to hold me back as I continued to thrust in expectation of meeting more than air.

"No, no!" I cried, needing more. Just one touch, one ghost of breath even, across my red and swollen dick.

It didn't happen. Master smirked as my thrusts weakened and the sense of  immediacy and inevitability drained, leaving me gasping, helpless, and  achingly hard.

"Please," I moaned, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. "Please, please, please … "

"No, Tam. You know the rules."

He released me and looked into my face. I looked back, my erection  straining between us. He stroked up my heaving stomach to pinch  viciously at my nipple, and my dick lurched, slapping my belly. A small  spurt of pre-come dribbled out. He snickered as I groaned.

He opened the drawer beside my hip and drew out a long length of thin  black rope. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said, wrapping the rope in  quick, skilful movements around my cock and balls. "I forbid you to  come."

I gritted my teeth as he continued looping the rope around me in a neat  figure eight, stretching my balls away from my body. My cock reddened  further, swelling as he cut off the blood. The rope was tight-not so  tight as to be unbearable, but firm. Just enough to prevent a climax.

He turned me so I faced the desk, and I braced my hands on it, gripping  the edge with sweaty fingers until my knuckles whitened. I closed my  eyes, trying to cut myself off from whatever he planned to do next. He  fastened the ends of the rope around my waist, tying them in a neat bow  at the small of my back, holding my dick firmly in place before me. The  rope rubbed against the sensitive underside of my glans, right where  he'd secured the final loop. I hissed, the sensation painfully intense.

He rummaged again in the drawer, I heard a stopper open, then he pulled  my cheeks apart and smeared me with oil. My muscles clenched as he  passed over my entrance, and he circled it, pushing and probing at my  flesh. His chair scraped and he was standing, pressed flush to me, his  erection rubbing my arse as he pumped his hips. He gathered my hair in  his hand, wrapping its long length around his arm, taking a firm grip at  the base of my neck and yanking my head until my back arched and my  mouth fell open.

One swift thrust seated him inside me, and he held me there trembling  when I would have bucked away from the invasion. He kissed my neck and  shoulder, bit and licked the fleshy lobe of my ear until I relaxed  enough to let him continue.

He fucked me hard and rough, with too little lubrication or foreplay,  keeping me on edge, the line of pain and pleasure blurred just enough to  hold my climax at bay.

His climax barrelled down on us. He thrust so hard my heels left the  floor, and I slid farther over the desk, scattering parchment and quills  and ink, which fluttered and fell messily to the floor. He buried  himself in me, dick pulsing, and I squeezed with all my strength,  milking the last of his release as he flooded my insides.

He groaned long and loud, his face pressed between my shoulder blades,  one hand still wrapped in my hair, the other gripping my hip firm enough  to leave bruises. I groaned too as he eased out and his semen began to  leak from my body. My hole throbbed, my balls ached, and my dick felt  like it was about to fall off. For the briefest of moments I felt  nothing but pure, white rage. Why would he punish me like this? What had  I done to deserve it? Everything I did was for him, in the vain and  hopeless hope that someday he would turn around and love me.         

     



 

Hot tears splashed on the desk, staining his neat parchment and making  the black ink of his handwriting run. The moment he realised, he  released me, untying the rope with which I was so cruelly bound and  pulling me into his lap.

I felt foolish but couldn't deny the comfort I took from his gentle  rocking and shushing, his arms so secure around me, the hand in my hair  soothing, protective. He was a bigger man than I. His whole race were:  broad where I was slim, tall where I was not. It was no inconvenience to  him to have me curled on his knee, my damp cheek pressed flush to his  chest.

Still, I was a grown man, and grown men do not cry. I took a few deep  breaths to calm myself and wiped my eyes, lifting my head to give him a  watery smile. "I'm sorry, Master. I don't know what came over me."

His brow creased, his eyes genuinely sorrowful as he looked at me. "My  beautiful Tammy, you have nothing to be sorry for." He placed a kiss on  my cheek. "I pushed you too far. I'm sorry."

"No." My rebuff was firmer than I had ever been with him before, and we  were both taken aback. "No," I modified my tone. "You are my master. You  must do with me as you see fit."

He scrutinised me for a long moment before nodding slowly. "As I shall. But I won't push you so far again. That, I promise you."

I nodded and couldn't say I was not a little relieved. My poor erection  still stood between us, flagging only slightly despite its rough  treatment and neglect.

"Go-on the bed." He gave my arse a playful slap, and I scrambled to obey.

The mattress dipped as he knelt on it and drew me into a kiss, tender  and slow. The satiny folds of his robe rippled across my skin, the damp  tip of his flaccid penis swinging between his legs to brush against the  raging head of my own. I let him kiss me, savouring the soft play of  lips and tongue for its own sake, biting back the urge for this to build  into something more. He was sated, languid, and still showed no  intention of getting me off. I resigned myself to accepting whatever he  chose to give.

He broke the kiss with a nip of teeth, cupping my face as he looked into  my eyes. "Get under the covers. Stay with me until I fall asleep."

Wide-eyed, I did as I was told. He lay next to me, wrapping his arm  around my chest as he spooned against my back. I felt his lips press  once to my shoulder, his breath warm on the nape of my neck. He released  me to gather my hair neatly between us and returned his arm, stroking  my skin.