The Slave (Free Men Book 1)(29)

Rising, I pushed Kai flat onto his back, smirking as his eyes widened  with disbelief. I took the bottle of oil from the bedside drawer and  straddled his thighs, slicking his stout length with a deft twist of my  wrist. I knelt to kiss him, my arm beside our faces blocking out the  rest of the room as we shared a tender moment. His eyes asked a  multitude of questions, but my calm gaze allayed his fears. I understood  he was nervous, that he had never done this before-at least not with  another man-and I knew whenever Master was present the matter of my  consent was always forefront in his mind. I loved him for caring, but  regardless of whether or not I had a choice in the things I did, I  wanted this. For once, I was calling all the shots.

I reached between my spread legs to oil myself, inserting first one  finger, and then two, heat flaring in my belly in response to the deep  groan which reverberated around the room from behind me. If I had been  concerned about Master's reaction to what he was watching, that groan  chased my final doubts away.

Kai's cock stuck up thick and hard between my buttocks as I repositioned  myself over his abdomen. I rocked back against him, letting his length  drag up and down between my buttocks, both of us enjoying the sensation.  His tip rubbed over and over the tight knot of my hole, setting all my  nerves to tingling. Reaching behind my back, I pressed him into me,  until the thick, blunt head was at the barest point of penetration.

He grew deathly still, his arms and legs fixed, splayed across the bed,  his gaze locked on my face, his chest heaving with every breath he took.  His ribcage seemed too large for his body, the flesh falling from it at  a sharply acute angle, tendons drawn in taut lines towards his  bellybutton.         

     



 

I sank onto his cock, moving slowly and breathing deeply, willing my  body to accommodate him. I hissed as my muscles stretched around his  girth and tugged frantically on my softening cock, wanting to show him  proof of my arousal and ease the alarmed look on his face. I released my  breath in short, panting gasps, pausing with his head barely half-in to  let my body acclimate. Intellectually I knew he wasn't so thick I  couldn't take him-in the past Master had pushed his fingers inside me  while he was fucking me-but every extra millimetre felt like a mile.

Master rested his hands on my trembling shoulders, and I released a  stifled sob as he kissed the side of my neck. His touch was instantly  calming, reassuring me by his mere presence. He knelt behind me, wrapped  his arms around my chest, and supported my weight as I relaxed against  him. He lowered me gently, letting me continue to take Kai in my own  time, whispering words of praise and encouragement in my ear. Kai  stroked my stomach, his expression awed, and with a sudden shock the  broad, blunt head popped inside, my muscles snapping to clench around  the top of his shaft.

Kai and I released simultaneous cries, and my thighs trembled as I held  myself still, my hole spasming frantically around his cock. Master held  me more securely, his arm tucked under mine, his grip firm around me.

"Breathe, Tammy," he whispered, peppering kisses along my neck and shoulder.

I swallowed and breathed, accepting the feeling of fullness. The extra  stretch of Kai's thick cock teetered on the razor-edge between pain and  deep, intense pleasure, and I made a mental note to prep myself more  thoroughly before taking him in future.

Master tweaked my nipple, sending a little zing of pleasure racing to my  groin and making my deflated cock twitch. He held out his hand for the  oil, and Kai picked up the bottle from where I'd dropped it on the bed  and drizzled a plentiful amount onto Master's palm. My breath hitched as  Master reached between us and touched the place where Kai entered my  body, smearing the oil across us both, taking care to lubricate around  my stretched hole.

Kai bit his lip, a grunt sounding in his throat as Master's knuckles  brushed against the backs of my thighs, oiling Kai's shaft. This was the  first time Kai had permitted Master to touch him, and the import of the  moment wasn't lost on me, but Kai was in no position to do anything  other than accept the contact.

Satisfied we were properly lubricated, he turned his attention to my  softened cock, gliding his oiled hand across the length and twisting  over the tip. I flexed, sliding a little along Kai's length, and Kai  groaned beneath me, grasping great fistfuls of bedding and squeezing  until his knuckles whitened and veins stood proud in his arms.

I'd like to say we fucked for hours, Master holding me as I rode Kai  like a champion, but the situation was too intense for either of us to  last long. I had barely begun moving before Kai wailed and thrashed,  unable to suppress a flurry of short, shallow thrusts as his climax  barrelled into him. I held still as he unloaded inside me, my eyes wide  with wonder, his squeezed tight, a tear tracking its way down the side  of his face, forced out by the intensity of everything he was  experiencing.

As soon as Kai's climax was over, I became aware of Master moving,  rutting against me. He pulled my hair and bit my shoulder as he came,  hot and wet against my hip. His semen rolled down my leg in thick drips,  cooling rapidly, even as Kai softened enough for my body to eject him.

I hadn't come and was no longer even remotely hard, but sandwiched  between the men I loved, I felt every bit as sated and content as they  seemed themselves.





CHAPTER SEVENTEEN





The next morning Kai woke early and took longer than usual fussing with  his loincloth and hair before we left for the guards' training paddock. I  said nothing about his obvious show of nerves, but it pleased me to  think he was eager for Master to watch and approve of his training. We  hadn't spoken about what occurred the previous night, but I don't think I  imagined that he held me tighter as he fell asleep.

Morgan and a few of the men were already outside when we arrived, the  remainder of the household guards trooping out as I leant over the wall  to kiss Kai and whisper for him to make me proud. Heat flared in his  green eyes, and he held his head high as he crossed the sand to join the  others. I climbed on top of the wall to watch, glancing over my  shoulder at the house, hoping Master's promise to join me hadn't been  idly made.

I needn't have feared. As the men gathered their weapons-long staffs  today-and paired off, Master swung up on the wall beside me. He was  wearing deep crimson robes, which brought out the chestnut highlights in  his dark brown hair. I cast him an appreciative look, pleased to see it  returned. He didn't think any less of me for submitting so readily to  Kai.         

     



 

We watched in silence as Morgan barked orders and the men began to spar,  the dull clack of the wooden staffs reverberating through the still  morning air. The first sun had risen clear of the horizon, the second  not far behind it, and already the day was beginning to warm. Later it  would be scorching hot.

Kai was sparring with a tall, heavyset man, one of the guards who  patrolled the outer walls of the compound. I winced as his staff came  crashing down on Kai's shoulder, knocking him to one knee. Kai didn't  falter, however, swinging his staff around and forcing his opponent to  back up if he didn't want his shins smashed. In a trice Kai was on his  feet again, attacking hard. Sweat glistened across his back, his body a  brilliant, fluid thing. He was made for this, for pitting his strength  and agility and, yes, his tolerance of pain against other men. My fellow  slave was still a soldier to his core.

"How are you this morning?" Master asked solicitously as the pairs separated at the sound of a whistle and switched partners.

I looked at him in surprise. "I'm all right."

"Not too sore?"

I grimaced, acknowledging that I was, in fact, still tender.

"You should know better, Tam," Master scolded. "I expect you to take care of yourself."

The tips of my ears burnt with embarrassment. "I'll remember next time,"  I said, then blushed for presuming there would be a next time.

"I had assumed that wasn't the first time." He was looking at the guards, his expression inscrutable. "But it was, wasn't it?"

Kai hooked his staff behind the ankle of his opponent, a smaller man,  and neatly took his feet out from under him. The man landed on his back  in a billow of sand, and Kai waited patiently for him to pick himself  up.

"Tammy, answer me."

"It was," I admitted, ducking my head.

"Why are you ashamed?"

"I'm not ashamed. I...." What was I? Perhaps there was some shame there,  but it wasn't my dominant emotion in that moment. I swallowed thickly.  "Do you think less of me?"

He gave me his full attention, his eyebrows rising in surprise. "Why would I think less of you?"

"I feel... conflicted."

"How so?"

I struggled to overcome my reticence to speak. He was my master; I owed  him everything and he owed me nothing. If I spoke frankly, would it  displease him?