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
But in the back yard there’s nowhere to go. I’m not going into the tree house where all I’ll be able to think about is how many orgasms Trevor gave me. With a sigh, I sit on the steps of my back porch, pulling my coat closer around me to keep out the cold. But the silence feels good. I focus on my breathing, trying not to think. I look down at the snow, flurries gathering and filling in our foot prints from the other day.The door slides open behind me, and I close my eyes. If it’s one of my siblings, I really don’t want to talk to them at the moment. I feel the air shift as someone sits down on the steps with me. I peek out to find Trevor sitting with me. He’s not touching me, but close enough that he could. His expression is bordering on angry, and he’s looking at the snow. “Are you all right?” he asks. His voice is soft, not angry. I realize that he’s frustrated. For me.“No,” I say, looking back at the ground.That deep sadness is still welling in my chest, and I feel like I shoul
I’m sure,” he says, and the smile on his face makes me feel like the sun is shining.“Good,” I whisper. “I don’t want it to either. You want to know where I went just now? I was thinking about how happy I’ve been. These past few days.”He shifts closer to me, and it feels like we both breathe easier. My heart picks up a little, beating faster just because he’s looking at me. He wraps his arms around me, tilting my face up to his. Our kiss is sweet, laced with happiness at the idea that this isn’t just a fling. We’ll see where it goes, even if it isn’t conventional.I try to wrap my arms around him, and fail, laughing, since my arms are shorter and our coats are bulky. Instead I let him pull me closer, deepening our kiss. I have a thought that he might warm me up so much that we might not need our coats anymore. I slip my tongue past his lips, tangling with his and relishing the feeling of freedom that he brings me.Laughter suddenly breaks the trance, and I hear the worst voice in the
Leigh gives Trevor a withering look. “Nice speech, asshole. You know as well as I do I’m the best thing that ever happened to Brad, and he needs me. So don’t tell me I’m a terrible person when you’re the one getting your rocks off with an old woman.”“That is enough.” Brad’s voice cuts through the air. “Leigh, I want you to leave.”“What? Why?”Brad huffs a humorless laugh. “It’s the fact that you even have to ask why. You forced your way into my home, insulted my mother, insulted my best friend. You cheated on me, and treated me terribly. We are not, nor were we going to, get back together. You interrupted—and ruined—a day that was supposed to be for my family. So will you please, get the hell out of my house?”Leigh looks around at everyone. If she’s hoping for some kind of support, she doesn’t get it. She stalks towards the front door, rage written in every line of her body. “Leigh,” Brad calls to her, and she turns back. “Don’t even think about trying to use this against me at sch
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