The Slave (Free Men Book 1)(28)

"It's settled then," he said, stroking my head. "Tomorrow I'll watch Kai practise, and Tam, you can show him off."

"I'm not a prize bull," Kai said petulantly.

I sniggered. It might have been immature of me, but my reaction had an  instantaneous effect on Kai, who blushed and glowered, although more I  suspected with embarrassment than anger.

He looked positively lovely when he blushed: the palest pink covered his  cheeks and spread down his neck and across his chest, a warm glow  beneath his golden tanned skin, which rippled across newly-defined  muscles as he moved. His hair was too short yet to do much more than  stick out in careless disarray, but its blackness brought out the  brilliant green of his eyes and the full pink of his lips, currently  plump, pouting, and utterly mesmerising.

I had kissed him before making a conscious decision to do so. His squawk  of protest was muffled and quickly silenced, and I felt the very moment  he relaxed, when he stopped accepting my kiss and started making  demands of his own. It isn't so easy to kiss when you're smiling so  broadly you can hardly control your mouth, but somehow I managed to part  my lips and welcomed the touch of his tongue to mine.         

     



 

He wrapped his arms around my chest, hauling me against him. I was  kneeling between his legs, splayed awkwardly half-across Master, but in  that moment all I could focus on was Kai. He consumed me: the scent of  his skin, the touch of his teeth against my lips, the way he wound his  hand around the base of my plait and tugged my head back, demanding I  open to him and grant him full access to my mouth. I made a choked  sound, half-drunk with desire. In the weeks since our friendship had  turned sexual, we had mastered the art of kissing.

The touch of a third hand recalled me to myself, and I recoiled from  Kai's embrace, mortified to realise how easily I'd overlooked Master's  presence. I turned to him, the man to whom I owed everything, ready to  beg for his forgiveness if he demanded it. The heat flaring in his dark  eyes, however, suggested such desperate action would not be necessary.

"Don't stop," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Kai blanched, but Master's obvious lust spiked mine.

"You don't mind?" I asked, desperate for permission to continue but needing to be sure.

He laughed. "Mind? Why would I mind? You two, you should see  yourselves." He stroked my cheek, then reached for Kai, but he flinched  from his touch. "I couldn't have picked a more perfect pair if I'd  tried."

Kai's conflict was written clearly across his face. He might not  appreciate a third party leering at us, but the idea of touching me  before an appreciative audience clearly turned him on. It would take so  very little to push him into continuing.

I touched his leg, stroked up his thighs, arched my back and inclined  myself towards him. He leant as far away from me as he could without  toppling off the little stool, but the way he chewed his bottom lip told  me as clear as begging he didn't really want me to stop.

"Kiss me?" I asked, pouting seductively. "Please?"

The groan he released was one of defeat, his peck on my lips merely a  precursor to resuming where we had left off when I had so rudely  recoiled. I captured his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between my teeth  and tugging gently.

"I can't," he said, breaking away.

His limbs trembled with tension, but I was sure he was still aroused. I  palmed his groin to check, crowing to discover I was right.

"Tam, I said don't." He knocked my hand away, glowering at me. "We don't have to perform because he demands it."

I risked a glance in Master's direction, half-expecting a rebuttal. He  owned us and had every right to order us to do whatever he commanded.  Instead, I was surprised to see his face fall; his eyes turned sorrowful  and he looked momentarily so dejected, I hurt for him. He had full  command of our bodies but Kai insisted on reminding him, again and  again, he could never control our hearts.

"Look at him, Kai." I took a risk, pressing closer to my fellow slave,  whispering my words along his jaw. "He wants this as badly as we do.  You've watched him fuck me, seen him stick me with that thick cock of  his and pound me into the bed. And you liked it, didn't you Kai?"

Kai whimpered, hands balled into fists so tight they trembled.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Kai? Hold me down and give it to me rough,  the way I like it? See what noises I make when you bury yourself inside  me? Look him in the eye as you do it and see how beautiful he thinks you  are, how powerful. Take me from him and dare him to challenge you as  you own me."

Kai growled softly, tilting his head to accommodate me as I licked a  damp stripe along his neck. I took his earlobe into my mouth and sucked  the soft flesh as hard as I could. Master's breathing hitched, but he  was otherwise silent, watching and waiting for Kai to make a decision. I  curled my tongue into Kai's ear, licked over the outer shell, scraped  it between my teeth, and pushed wetly into the depths, sending a  delicious shiver racing through Kai. I loved how responsive he was, his  reactions quivering along the knife-edge between aroused and  overwhelmed. Again, the thought struck me that nobody had ever made love  to him like this; nobody had ever cared enough to pick apart his  defences and seduce him.

It thrilled me to know I'd be his first.

I had him naked in a heartbeat, closing my fist around his hard,  straining sex, silencing his protest before he had time to voice it. I  slid the foreskin over his glans and back down, revelling in the choked  noises he made as it squeezed across the pronounced flare at the base of  the head. What would that feel like inside me? The stretch and burn of  penetration, bound to be more intense than when Master fucked me, the  twinge of muscles and the swift pop as the head sank inside, my body  finally admitting him. Guh.         

     



 

I licked my lips and kissed him again, breathing hard through my nose. I  slicked my thumb through the clear fluid collecting at the tip of his  cock and rubbed over the underside of his glans in ever-decreasing  circles, until he squirmed and then outright thrashed against it, the  sensation too intense for him to bear. I snickered softly. I could get  him off like that-had done, in fact, during Master's last absence, when  we'd had the house to ourselves and felt more comfortable taking our  time. I could edge him for hours using the techniques Master had  employed on me over the years, reduce him to a boneless pool of need and  urgency. Another time, I vowed to myself I would.

This once I took pity on him, bowing my head and taking him into my  mouth, wringing a grateful cry from his lips. His knees bracketed my  ears, he buried his hands in my hair, clasping my scalp and pulling  stray strands free of my plait. He pushed me down until my nose touched  the curly thatch of his pubic hair, my lips stretched wide around the  base of his thick shaft, my eyes watering with the effort of keeping my  teeth free of his tender skin. The head nudged the back of my throat,  but he lacked the length to get more than an inch or two deeper. I  swallowed, my tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft and  pressing it hard against the roof of my mouth, repeating the action for  the pure pleasure of hearing the frantic sound he made in response.

I drew off him with a wet slurp, gripped his shaft and rubbed the tip  over my lips and chin, revelling in the musky scent of arousal which  poured off him. His toes curled in the bearskin either side of my knees  and I pushed his thighs apart to nuzzle his softly furred sac, sucking  first one heavy ball into my mouth, then the other.

Kai wobbled on the stool, his perch becoming precarious, and wordlessly I  pulled off and rose, leading him by the hand to Master's bed. I made  him sit on the edge, facing the man who owned us, and sank to my knees,  my eyes fixed firmly on Kai's face as he looked first at me and then our  master. I covered my teeth with my lips and held still around him in a  silent plea for him to fuck my face. It took him only a moment to  understand what I wanted before he complied, gripping me by my ears and  holding me steady as he thrust into my throat.

I braced myself against the bed, fumbling at the knot securing my  loincloth. I let the material fall, arching my back and spreading my  knees to put on a show for Master as I sucked and slurped at Kai.

He wasn't going to last. The noises he was making were taking on a new  urgency, a high-pitched whine I'd come to recognise as a warning he was  close to climax. I withdrew on a last hard suck, squeezing his cock near  the base until I was sure he wasn't in immediate danger of coming. This  was as far as we'd ever gone with each other, and for the briefest  moment I considered keeping our first time private, finishing Kai  quickly and letting him fuck me another night, when we didn't have an  audience watching our every move.

I dismissed the thought almost as soon as it occurred to me. Not only  was Master sure to be upset if I cheated him of that spectacle, I found I  didn't want to cheat him. I wanted Kai inside me, and I wanted Master  to watch it happen.