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The Slave (Free Men Book 1)(12)

By:Kate Aaron


"Look at him, Kai," Master ordered. Needlessly, because Kai's eyes were  open, staring at me in such a way my hole clenched reflexively to see  it. Kai swallowed, hard.

"Do you want to see him come?" Master's voice was thick, purring, his  hands teasing my genitals. "He's so pretty when he comes, Kai. So  fucking beautiful. Do you want to see it?"

I forced myself to look at my fellow slave, silently begging him to release me from my torment. I needn't have feared.

"What was that?" Master smiled at the barely perceptible nod. "I didn't  hear you. Do you want to see him come? Or shall I deflate him now?" His  fingers closed below the head of my dick in a pinching motion, but he  didn't squeeze. I bit my tongue to keep from pleading with him not to do  it.

Kai made a croaking sound, cleared his throat, and tried again. "Yes."

Master cocked his head. "Yes, what?"

"Yes." Kai licked his lips. "Make him come."

"You want to see it?"

He nodded quickly, his cheeks flushing with the admission. "Yes."

"Then make it happen."

We both looked at Master, eyes wide with shock.

He smiled. "You heard me."

Kai and I looked at each other. His gaze fell to my dick, lying flat  along my surging stomach, the head flushed purple and red, my balls  drawn tight below, and below that, my glistening, just-fucked hole. I  groaned and buried my face in Master's neck, mortified at the sight I  must be presenting, but still so turned on I could hardly speak. I  didn't want to think what that said about me.

Master patted me, kissing and nuzzling my face. He pumped my length one  last time and let me go, the cool air closing around my flushed  genitals.

"I won't touch him again," he warned Kai. "The longer you leave it, the worse it will be for him."

I made a desolate, choked sound, cleaving towards Master even as a part  of me burned with resentment. There was no way Kai was going to let  himself be coerced into touching me-no way. He was too fucking stubborn,  it was too soon, and it wasn't fair. Wasn't fair for either of us. Yet  when Master kissed me, I responded with as much fervour as ever,  contorting my torso in a bid to get nearer and kiss him more deeply. He  cradled my head, one hand at my jaw and the other around the base of the  long plait he had made-hours ago, it seemed. I put my all into that  kiss, gave him everything I had and surrendered myself to his whims.

I froze as alien hands touched my cock. Master caught my arms, forcing  the kiss to continue as Kai tentatively explored my flesh. I tracked the  progress of his fingertip as he ran it the length of my shaft, rubbed  against the soft curve of my balls, and pressed my taint. He was  exploring, curious but apprehensive, uncertain of his movements. He  paused but Master kissed me harder, preventing me from looking down and  observing what Kai was doing.

I gasped as he pressed at my entrance, his finger slipping easily past  my stretched muscles. He quickly withdrew, as though he hadn't expected  me to admit him in the first place. Master gripped my thigh, holding me  open.

I whimpered as gentle fingers closed around my cock, prising it away  from my body. Kai jerked me a couple of times, his movements nervous.  Master's hand joined his, teaching him how to touch me, firming his grip  and smoothing his movements into something fluid and pleasurable.

I groaned as they worked me, their hands knitted together around my  cock, fingers slick with fluid that oozed from the tip. I rested my head  on Master's shoulder, my wrists clasped together in one of his big  hands as he guided Kai's movements. His lips rested at the crook of my  neck, occasionally kissing me, his warm breath tickling my skin as he  murmured gentle encouragement to us both.

Sensation began building in my groin, desire pooling, flowing outwards,  the relentless need to climax descending on me, growing urgent in its  intensity.

"Touch his balls."

Kai didn't hesitate before complying, his fingers slim, gentle, and warm  as he took my testicles in his hand and rolled and stroked them. I  shuddered, my hips jerking of their own accord, my anus clenched tight  around nothingness, craving stimulation.

"See, he likes it." Master chuckled, pressing his lips to my temple. "So  responsive. So beautiful." Their joined hands slid firmly along my  prick. "Put your fingers in him. Make him come."

My head shot up, my gaze meeting Kai's. I panted hard, waiting for him to do it. Wanting desperately for him to do it.         

     



 

His tongue darted out, swiping his lower lip, teeth fastening over it as  he released my balls and strayed lower. I bucked my hips, spreading  myself farther, an open invitation for him to explore.

He pushed against me, testing for resistance, the sensation thrilling in  its intensity. His eyes darkened, pupils blown with lust as he pressed  harder, until his fingertip penetrated far enough for my muscles to  clench around it, the extra stimulation driving straight to my cock.

"Deeper," Master ordered. "Push it right in, all the way. Find his spot."

Kai burrowed into me, his knuckles pressed hard to my taint as he probed  my insides, still warm and slick with Master's come. My muscles spasmed  around him, squeezing tight, willing him on as he searched for my  prostate.

Master released my cock, reaching lower to find my hole, circling the  spot where Kai's finger entered me. He sank in beside him, their two  digits stretching me wide as Master guided Kai to where I needed him  most.

That did it, the feel of their fingers questing separately, both  jostling my prostate, pressing relentlessly, mercilessly on it,  insisting I come. The orgasm robbed me of my senses, so intense I could  barely call it pleasurable, and it seemed to go on and on, aftershocks  still hitting me even after my balls had drained copiously across my  stomach and chest. My fluids ran in gloopy rivulets across my belly,  dripping down to stain Master's robes beneath.

They slid their fingers from my body, wrenching another groan from my  lips. Master held up his hand, smearing the juices that glistened on it  in the firelight, and squeezed one last, milky drip from my spent cock.

"Beautiful, Tam." I basked in the heat of his praise as I came down. "So  fucking beautiful, you break my heart. You're gorgeous. And you … ." His  attention turned to Kai, still kneeling between our spread thighs. He  reached out, thumbing his chin. "You shaved. It suits you."

Kai ducked his head, and I smiled to see the tips of his ears turn pink.  Whoever heard of a blushing pleasureslave? But in that moment, I  thought it was adorable. Unable to speak, my limbs leaden and lethargy  creeping over me, I simply smiled and remained smiling until he looked  up again and caught my eye.

"Kai, get a cloth. Help me clean him up."

I knew I should move rather than put Kai through the indignity of  cleaning my most intimate places, but right then I couldn't bring myself  to find the energy. I lay lax across Master's chest as Kai carefully  swiped over me with a cold, damp cloth, lifting my thigh to clean my  hole, Master petting me all the while, soothing my burning skin.

When Kai was done, Master twisted me in his lap, swinging my legs up and  encouraging me to curl on top of him, my head on his chest. I heard him  speaking, his voice a distant rumble against my cheek, more sense than  sound. The logs in the fire crackled and popped as they were stoked, a  sudden flurry of heat blasting my skin. We had to move, I knew. It was  time for us to return to our quarters and leave Master be, but my eyes  were heavy, my body limp, and the soft stroke of hands along my spine  encouraged me to settle down and sleep.





CHAPTER EIGHT





I woke the next morning in my own bed, swaddled in thick blankets. I had  no recollection of getting there. I lay for a moment, warm and  comfortable, my body sated and relaxed, my mind straying absently over  memories of the night before, luxuriating in them. In the heat and  desire of Master's body, the tender pride in his voice as he praised me,  the softness of his lips when we kissed.

Eventually, I knew, I would have to stop putting off the inevitable and  think about the other pair of hands that had touched me the previous  evening. Would Kai resent me, feel that he been coerced into doing  something he hadn't wanted to do? Master had promised not to force  him-did he think it didn't count if he only forced him to touch me? Had  he been forced? I recalled the way Kai had looked at me, emerald green  eyes luminous with intensity as he stared. He had wanted it, all right.  Whether he would admit it was an entirely different matter.

And where was he, anyway? Not with Master, I was sure, which meant …  I  bolted out of bed. The thought of Kai spending last night alone in his  cold, bare room, after the things we had done together, was too horrible  to contemplate. I grabbed a blanket and hurried to his door.

He was sleeping like a baby, curled snugly in one of Master's  comforters, his shorn head poking out the top, looking pitifully small  and defenceless on the plump pillow, another new addition.