“Yes.”Then he’s inside and the door is closed behind him. “I wasn’t sure you’d be awake.”“That’s why I left the light on,” I say, smiling.He spreads out next to me on the bed, a sly grin on his face. “So…what do we do?”I slide down next to him so our faces are even with each other. “I thought you proved pretty well this morning that you knew what you were doing.”“Well, thank you,” he laughs.“I’ll tell you what,” I say. “It is still your birthday.”“Barely.”I move closer to him, and we’re laying inches apart but still not touching. “You tell me what you want. Even if it is barely your birthday. It’ll be your birthday gift.”“But you already got me a cake.” He moves closer, too.“I think sex and cake go hand in hand, don’t you?”“Definitely.”And then we’re kissing, and he tastes like chocolate. His hand slips around me, pulling my body against his and sliding down to my ass. I feel the moment he discovers I’m not wearing any panties. His whole body stiffens—some parts more than
My pleasure bottoms out, and I find those delicious moments that consume my whole body before I reach the peak, and I try to hold on, I try to make it last, but I can’t. I look at Trevor, his own hand moving just as fast as mine, and I lock eyes with him as I go over. Pleasure crashes through me and I grind against hand, trying to make it last. I feel a flood of wetness leave my pussy, and I know I’m moaning louder than I should be in a house full of sleeping people. The high fades as quickly as it came, and I’m left blinking away the pleasure, small spasms moving through my muscles.Trevor looks at me—he never looked away—and I know he’s close. I can see it in his body, and I know all it will take is one little push. So I give it to him. I draw a finger through my soaking pussy, and bring it to my lips. I lick myself clean for him. I see his muscles go rigid, and he leans forward as he comes, spilling himself across my breasts and stomach. He covers me in it, and I let him. This is
Thankfully, I don’t think there’s any way we can get into trouble at the mall. Trevor is not allowed anywhere near me and a dressing room at the same time. The temptation might be too much. Out family gift exchange is in just a couple of days, and I’ve been terrible about actually buying the gifts. Anna and Richard are going to visit his parents on Christmas day, Bradley and his family have plans back in Virginia. Maria is Maria. I’m not even sure she knows where she’ll be on Christmas, so we’re exchanging gifts on Saturday.I suppose I should get something for Trevor, though I’m not really sure what to get someone who’s your lover. But he’ll be with us on Christmas, so at least I have a little more time.The mall is crowded, but we divide and conquer. Trevor excuses himself to buy some family gifts, and Brad helps me pick out some gifts for the twins. They’re both into music, so I get them some nice headphones and music gift cards. I pick up books for Bradley and Anna, having kept t
He sits on the floor, crossing his legs. I sit across from him. “Did you get all the presents you needed?” I ask. “You get something for your parents?”“Yeah, I’m good,” he says, moving so our knees are touching. He laughs softly. “You know, I wanted to tell you, I’m having such a good time. I’m glad everything fell through.”“What happened?”“My parents,” he says, looking down. “They decided to go away on a cruise for Christmas, and they forgot to tell me until they had already left for the port. They said they’d feel more comfortable if I didn’t stay in the house alone.”“It’s good that they didn’t want you to be alone.”“More like they don’t trust me in the house.”I reach out, put my hand on his knee. “I’m sure that’s not true.”“It is,” he says simply. “If they didn’t want me to be or feel alone, they would have called me on my birthday. They didn’t. I don’t know if they remembered.”There’s a pang in my chest and I want to hug the sadness out of him, but I haven’t known him sad.
I take a shaky breath, try to find my words through the haze. “It’s toomuch.”“Do you like having my fingers deep inside you? Making you come?” My pussy contracts around his hand and he laughs softy. “It feels like you do.” He pushes his fingers all the way in, and I feel deliciously stretched. He moves them back and forth, and my body shudders, unused to the sensations coming from inside me. He pulls his hand out, using fingers to coat the edge of my pussy with my own juices. I’m about to ask him why, but I don’t have the chance. He pushes into me again, and there are four. He has four fingers inside me.My breath comes in huffs, the air clouding in front of me. His fingers are still inside, letting me adjust. His hand tightens on my wrists, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of being held here, impaled on his hand. I know that if I ask, he’ll stop. I don’t want to stop. He slides out a little and I moan. This feels so different from his cock, full in an entirely different way. He
I’m debating trying to make him come a third time when he catches me by the arms, hauling me up to him. “You’re going to kill me if you do that again,” he says, voice scratchy with pleasure and morning.“But at least you’d die happy,” I say, smiling.He leans over me, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “Yes, I would.” His lips continue to tease my neck and chest, and I relax into the feeling of laying skin-to-skin with him.“I wish we were alone,” I say.He murmurs his words against my skin. “We are alone.”“I mean today, alone in the house. We could stay in bed and I could take further advantage of that stamina you keep talking about.”A kiss on my lips. “That sounds like the perfect day.”I sigh, “I should get up and start on the turkey.”Trevor wraps his arms around me. “Not yet.”“Do you want to eat today?” I say, trying to wiggle out of his arms.“Of course I do.”I laugh, “Then let me go.”A sly grin moves across his face. “You didn’t ask me what I wanted to eat.”He dives
I groan, and make sure they see me rolling my eyes. “You two are ridiculous. It’s a sweater. Can we stop with the grand inquisition?”“That’s not a no,” she says.“It’s time to open presents,” I say, gritting my teeth. “Let’s get everyone into the living room.”I have met someone, and that’s great. But it’s frustrating to no end that they think I wasn’t happy before. I was happy. I was fine. I don’t need to be married to feel completed. The boys have transformed the living room so everyone has room to sit. The couch has been pushed back against my bedroom doors, chairs from the dining room brought in so that there’s a giant circle.I take the armchair that’s been pressed up against the window, and I notice that Trevor takes the space across from me in the circle. It’s the first time he’s seen me dressed today, and I watch his gaze slide slowly down my body and return. He gives me a slow nod and a smile, and a warm glow takes up residence in my stomach, all my annoyance at my sisters d
I’ve only met Leigh one time, on a short visit to the campus when they were together. I disliked her then and I dislike her even more now that she’s managed to trample all over Brad’s heart. I look at her. She’s gotten more blonde and more tan, embodying the look of a college party girl. “Hi!” she says cheerily. “I’m looking for Brad. Is he here?”I hesitate. I don’t know if Brad wants to talk to her. I don’t know if I should say that he’s stepped out.She seems to sense that hesitation. “I’m his girlfriend,” she adds, with an annoyed smile.I straighten up. “No, you’re his ex-girlfriend,” I say, “and I’m not sure if Brad wants to see you.”Her mouth drops open. Drops all the way open in shock, and she looks me up and down as if I’m the most offensive person on the planet. “I’m sorry, who are you?” she says.I give her a flat smile. “I’m Brad’s mother. We’ve met before, Leigh.”“You can’t be his mother,” she says. “I remember meeting her, and she wasn’t a bitch.”A deadly calm comes o
Cory caressed his shoulder.“It’s not the pain that’s bad,” Ayn talked. “It’s the fact that the jerk thinks he owns me. That I’m his bitch now.”“Ayn, it’s not like that,” Cory tried to stop the torrent of self deprecating words pouring from Ayn’s mouth. “He likes you. He will take good care of you. And it gets better after the first time...”“No shit,” Ayn retorted. “The last thing I want is to moan like a slut in heat as he stuffs his cock in me. You don’t understand, Cory. Where I come from, if you’re settled to being a bitch, that’s all you will ever be. If you sleep with a guy, you better make fucking sure you top the guy, too, or else everyone will stare at your ass and think how it would be to ride you.”Cory opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no sound came out. He had no idea what to say.“Don’t worry. I’ll set this straight. I’ll fucking jump him, too. See how he likes it with a cock up his ass.”The servant shook his head, horrified. “Don’t do it by force, Ayn. If
“Do you like it, Ayn?” Xavier breathed over his face.Man, how he wanted to punch that handsome face! But it had to be done later, as now, there was something really strange happening, as he felt his ball sack tightened and fluid broke free from his cock, without any other stimulation.“You do,” Xavier said haughtily and started grunting and coming inside his slave’s ass, his moves shorter, harder and harsher.Ayn lay to one side, breathing heavily. He’d been stupid to close his eyes; he’d let his guard down. Now, he was nothing but the man’s bitch.A hard slap on his ass made him jump. He turned to look at his master, reproach and anger written all over his beautiful face.“What? It was obviously long overdue,” Xavier mocked. “I was stupid to let you go for so long. You’re everything my cock needs, Ayn,” he whispered and dragged his reluctant slave into an ardent kiss.Ayn’s mind was set. He needed to get the fuck out and fast. There was no way he was going to like taking that guy’s
He was made to get up slowly, as Lucas gently grabbed him with one hand, as he used the other to stuff his spent organ inside his black pants.“Would you like to go to the bedroom, now?” Lucas asked.“Yes, please ... Lucas,” Cory avoided the honorific at the last moment. It felt strange, but good. So good that Cory could not remember anything being like this ever in his life.He did not expect to be so ceremoniously lifted off the floor and carried by strong arms to Lucas’s bedroom. It was just going to be for one night, so he had to make it last. It was not common for servants in Drena to ever dream of being used by one of the masters. No, used was not the proper term. That was what Xavier was doing. Lucas’s hands were caring, loving, as he placed his sweet burden on the enormous bed and started to undress the young servant.His mind became devoid of any thought, a simple vessel meant for desire, as Lucas’s lips descended on his neck, nibbling playfully along the collarbone, only to
“Talking?” Cory seemed surprised. “About what?”“About all kinds of crazy shit. Of course, I pretend I understand squat, so I just stay there, while he keeps my hand and goes about his stuff.”“Could you please tell me more?” Cory sat on the sofa, next to Ayn, his curiosity picked.“Yeah, it’s basically the same stuff, with some variations. At first, he starts telling me about his day at work, like I’m his wife. Then he starts talking about the jerk-offs in a committee or something like that.”Ayn stopped for a second. Cory pushed him a little to make him talk again. Like awaken from a dream, the slave continued.“He sounds a bit ... scared sometimes. And sad. He talks about how he never knew his parents. Did you know that even the most powerful guys in the city are raised by some monks?”“The trainers?” Cory could not believe his ears.“Yeah, them. By the way, your Lucas is not from around here.”“Good to know,” Cory murmured.“After he talks and talks until I almost fall asleep, he
The servant let the towels next to the door. He was supposed to act like a savior or something like that, to stop Xavier from ravaging Ayn. Yet it seemed that the master-slave couple was reaching an understanding he could not comprehend.“What do you mean, that was all?” Cory whispered, not believing his ears. Although he had seen some of it with his own eyes, that didn’t mean he was ready to accept it.“I am telling you, man, he just sucked me off, swallowed everything like a good boy, and then jerked off and came all over my feet,” Ayn stretched and yawned. “He’s a fucking great cocksucker, this master of yours.”“He’s your master, too,” Cory kicked him playfully in the ribs.“Not when it comes to bedroom affairs, he’s not,” Ayn said triumphantly, raising enough from the bed to tickle Cory in response. “I am telling you, he’s a bit fucked up or something.”“I don’t get it,” Cory shook his head. “He’s always so domineering and...”He was lost for words.“Maybe he could not resist my
It had to be done sooner or later. In his search for a remedy, Xavier believed more and more that having his slave would set things straight once more.Cory tried to put on a neutral face as he broke Ayn the news. The beautiful brunet bit on his lower lip in annoyance.“Shit. What am I going to do?”“You just do what I told you. Relax, let him do his thing, and it will be over. There is no point in fighting. You will only end up hurt.”“I’m going to end up hurt anyway,” Ayn said morosely. “There is no way he can put his fucking cock inside me, without breaking me.”Cory sighed. Ayn could not understand and was incredibly stubborn, on top of it all. Cory had tried to tell him that it could be pleasurable, but the brunet had just frowned and shook his head.“I’ll fucking bleed to death,” the slave added and Cory caressed his shoulder briefly.“If he’s pleased with you, he’ll let you roam free. Even give you some clothes. At some point, he will let you come shopping with me. Then I will
“Go give him the same treatment you were giving Ayn just now,” Xavier ordered, knowing well Lucas would hear his words, and wonder what Cory had been doing until now.Cory obeyed and knelt between Lucas’s parted knees. He touched the perfect mounds with reverence and slid his tongue on the ass crack, making sure to apply enough pressure so that Lucas could feel him. His head was spinning, filled with the sensation of touching Lucas, the man ever present in his dreams, in such an intimate manner. Except for that encounter, when he’d been a servant to Xavier for just a few days, he had never been so close to Lucas.He kissed and licked the man’s secret entrance. He had heard how Lucas had never let anyone in there. He knew it was a matter of minutes until that was going to change.Under his ministrations, Lucas’s breath grew deeper, ragged. Cory closed his eyes and caressed the man’s hole with his lips. He was not just giving a rim job; he was making love to his beloved’s prized entranc
“So, are you ready?”“That thing looks big,” Ayn’s eyes were glued to the dildo.“This little thing? Come on, Ayn, you’ll have to take Xavier, don’t be a coward.”He gestured for Ayn to get on his fours, and the slave complied. He giggled as the cold lube made contact with his puckered hole. Cory pushed a finger slowly inside.“Ouch,” Ayn wiggled his ass.“Really, now, it’s just my finger,” Cory chided.“Yeah, that’s one finger too many in my ass,” Ayn replied.“It will feel better at some point,” Cory tried to assure the slave, but Ayn was just too tight.The servant caressed the beautiful globes, as he tried to push a little more inside. Between Ayn’s legs, his dark member stood flaccid. Without thinking too much, Cory bent and took the dangling balls in his mouth.A surprised gasp came from Ayn, as his member started to lengthen.“Wow, Cory,” he whispered. “You’re good. I only had one girlfriend who used to do that to me.”Taking advantage of having Ayn a bit distracted, he took th
“I won’t be your friend anymore. At night, when you’re alone, you’ll have to think if satisfying a mere fling was worth destroying the special bond we used to have.”For a brief moment, it looked as if Xavier was ready to think everything over.“A mere fling? I’ve wanted you for years. It is your newly acquired obsession with my Cory that is destroying our bond,” he hissed.“He may be your servant, but he is not yours. I won’t be yours, either, no matter what you do,” Lucas said with his head held high, while Xavier took the silken scarf left on the stand to blind his friend for what was to come.Nothing could be heard from the perfectly insulated master bedroom, and Cory felt his heart growing smaller and smaller. Was Xavier going to hurt Lucas? Why was the beautiful man doing that for the likes of Cory?He chose to roam to Ayn’s room, to settle his nerves a bit. He found the slave stretched on the bed, with a game pad in his hands, watching closely whatever action was happening on t