All Chapters of Forbidden Seduction : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

It was later that morning that she actually bumped into Wayne, completely by chance. In the two hours since Roth had left she had had more than enough time to dwell on what had happened and what she had said, and by the time she saw Wayne she had convinced herself that it was totally impossible for her ever to see Roth again...ever to see anyone again who was even remotely connected with him. ‘Hi there, doll,’ Wayne greeted her with a grin. ‘Looks like it’s time to say goodbye. I’m meeting up with the eco-warriors this afternoon.’ Swiftly Elena made up her mind, seizing on the opportunity to make her escape, not just from Roth but from everything that was associated with him—her love, her shame, and her fear that he would somehow guess that she had lied to him. ‘I’m coming with you,’ she told Wayne determinedly, adding before he could argue, ‘My stepbrother has sent me some money so I can afford to support myself.’ ‘How much has he sent you?’ Wayne questioned her interestedly.

He was waiting patiently for his turn. He knew he held no power over what was going to happen, but still, he had a modicum of hope that he would not end up with a bad master. The training had been hard enough; all the young men prepared to serve in the lavish houses of Drena were talking endlessly about the life of luxury and delights waiting for them behind the heavy iron doors of the Institution. As soon as they reached 21 years of age, they were considered old enough and trained enough to serve the masters.The last three years had been hellish, as far as Cory could remember. When he’d gone to apply for a simple worker position at the factory, they had rejected him, telling him he was too pretty for that kind of work. At the time, he had no idea what being pretty had to do with anything. Unfortunately for him, soon enough he found out.Cory seriously doubted that things would change once they were sent to their masters. What kind of masters needed that kind of unforgiving training?

“Why? Open your eyes, Cory.”With great difficulty, he did. The gray eyes stared into his, then traveled down to his groin. When their eyes connected again, the master was smiling.“So, no amount of beating at the Institution was enough to drive sensuality out of you ... Is this what you are trying to hide?”Cory nodded, lost for words.“Good,” the man said shortly. “Let’s set some ground rules, Cory. My name is Xavier, and I am your master. My first request is that you forget about what you were taught about having to hide your arousal.”The look on the young man’s face must have been priceless. Xavier chuckled softly. “Really, they should not insist so much on forcing servants against their nature as males. Sooner or later, they are all used for this, by slaves and even their masters.”By masters? Cory stared at his master in disbelief. “But masters have their pleasure slaves, who are much more beautiful,” he spoke, without thinking.“Glad to see that the cat didn’t get your tongue,

“Don’t keep your voice down. I want to hear you.”It was all Cory needed for voicing his pleasure loudly, lewdly, emitting sounds and grunts like an animal in heat. He felt well used. He was quite certain he would not be able to walk, as he felt the delicious pain of getting stuffed by his master’s huge member over and over again.“Can I touch myself, master?” he asked through his moans.“No,” came the cruel reply, and a frustrated gasp was the answer. “I want to drill you until you lose your voice.”Cory whimpered, letting his head on his master’s shoulder, allowing the deep penetration that was making him mad with desire. He could not go any higher. His cock was so hard, on the verge of exploding, he was certain something was bound to give in, to break inside him.Luckily for him, Xavier came with a low, masculine growl, and his slack body was gently released from the tight embrace.“It is hard not to be allowed to come, isn’t it, Cory?”“Yes, master,” he said in a small voice.“Do

Before his eyes, Xavier was kissing Lucas with renewed passion. The two men looked so similar, yet there were so many differences that Cory could barely wait to discover them all. He had always liked to watch people, when he was in training, to find out what made each and every one unique, despite the trainers’ efforts to make them conform, think and behave like the results of the same pattern.In the two perfect male specimens now frantically undressing before his eyes, he saw more. He noticed the slight reluctance in Lucas’s moves, as Xavier was trying hard to get his attention, by rubbing his buttocks through his clothes. Could it be that Xavier wanted more and Lucas didn’t? Cory observed how his master was undressing the other like he was unpacking a long awaited gift. It was funny to think how even the most powerful could not always have what they wanted.Lucas’s attention, however, seemed to be focused on the lithe form, waiting, legs parted, on the plush carpet. Unconsciously,