Episode 3 #7
What he was not lying about was his hand on Rei’s ass now, nor his appreciation as the color of soft roses blossomed on the slopes of Rei’s buttocks and thighs.
Today was not a day to turn Rei into a shivering mess of need and mute submission.
It was enough to take a taste, to bring him to the point of softness and want, to remind him to hold himself in place and accept, and then have the reward of that acceptance.
To remind him of his master’s desire.
Rei’s breathing deepened and his body unfurled.
Sevastyan stroked his hand over Rei’s skin, feeling the warmth that was not yet heat.
He reached for the bottle of lube and opened it with a click, letting Rei hear.
Rei’s control was too good for him to flinch or even turn.
Sevastyan parted Rei’s cheeks and let lube fall between them.
With his fingers he spread it over Rei’s opening and played with it for a moment, then sank two fingers inside.
Rei spread his legs; his breath changed for a moment, then he was pliant again, eyes closed, cheek resting on the sheets.
Sevastyan kept his fingers inside Rei, but tilted him off his thighs and flat onto the bed. Rei helped, holding his weight on his hands as Sevastyan moved his legs. Sevastyan twisted his fingers. Rei was tight, but the spanking had relaxed him.
“Hold back,” Sevastyan murmured. Then he stroked over Rei’s prostate.
Rei’s breath hitched but he did nothing else.
Perfection.
Sevastyan turned his fingers this way and that, spreading the lube inside. He pulled out once to add more, taking his time, sliding three fingers inside instead of two. Once he sank into his slave, he was not going to take his time.
He moved between Rei’s legs and Rei spread them wider, giving him space.
Sevastyan pulled out his fingers and poured lube over his cock.
He wanted to say something, but this was discipline, not lovemaking.
Rei was being good for him: focusing, giving, containing.
Sevastyan could be just as good in return.
He put one hand on the bed beside Rei’s ribs and stroked himself, then drove in.
Rei’s breathing stopped. His back arched, and Sevastyan felt his stomach muscles clenching and releasing. His hips shifted the slightest amount, lining themselves up with the angle of Sevastyan’s entry.
Sevastyan stroked Rei’s side once, with the hand not bracing him up, then he put it down on the bed as well and rode Rei’s ass the way it called to be taken.
Rei’s buttocks were warm against the V of Sevastyan’s hips. The inside of his body was even more heated. His channel clenched with each thrust, gripping Sevastyan’s cock. It would not be long now.
Sevastyan put his forehead down against Rei’s shoulder, grinding his hips into Rei’s body, pressing him into the bed in a steady rhythm, pressure building inside his loins.
Rei smelled good, a combination of both of them after they had slept tangled together under the same duvet.
More. Sevastyan wanted more. Needed more.
He pressed his lips to Rei’s shoulder blade and gripped the sheets, rolling his hips.
The pressure mounted. As it peaked, he leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the junction of Rei’s neck and shoulder.
Rei jerked, just once, a tiny, sharp, almost subvocal sound coming from his throat as Sevastyan spent himself in his body.
Sevastyan lay against him, flat, still sheathed inside him, sucking on the skin in his mouth. Rei breathed, his body processing the pain and transmuting it, his muscles unfurling even with Sevastyan’s teeth still gripping him and his own arousal pent up and subsumed under Sevastyan’s commands.
As his heartbeat steadied and slowed, Sevastyan released Rei’s neck and looked at his work.
The skin was bruised in the shape of his teeth.
Blood had been pulled to the surface in what would be a lasting bruise, but none had broken through.
He kissed the tender point and slid his hand under Rei’s belly, lifting him up to all fours, then he drew his cock from Rei’s ass and pushed his thighs apart, leaving Rei in the center of the bed on his hands and knees. His cock was hard.
Sevastyan circled the end of the mattress, taking Rei in. Cum was just starting to seep from his ass. There was sweat on his skin. He swayed lightly, from exertion and the floaty place he’d been spanked and fucked into, the chemicals rushing through his body making him less than sober.
Sevastyan grabbed a cloth from the dresser and ran it over Rei’s back and under his chest. Then he slid his hand under Rei’s chin and raised his head. “Look at me.”
Rei blinked and met Sevastyan’s gaze. His pupils were slightly blown, but he wasn’t fully gone. He could probably still speak if given the directive.
“There you are.” Sevastyan stroked Rei’s cheek.
Rei blinked at him again, coming even further back to himself.
Sevastyan ran the towel over his face. If he left the sweat on Rei, he’d eventually start to shiver.
He let Rei lower his head and ran the towel over his ribs and down his legs, moving around the bed and back to Rei’s feet.
The cum was starting to drip from Rei’s hole.
Sevastyan took Rei’s upper thighs in his hands and parted his slave’s legs further, keeping the mounds of his buttocks separated.
The muscles in Rei’s back clenched just once. That was all the resistance he offered. No actual refusal, only Rei suppressing his own embarrassment.
Sevastyan dragged his fingers through the lube and cum slowly leaving Rei’s body. Then wiped the residue off on the inner part of Rei’s thigh.
“Stay,” Sevastyan murmured.
He moved around the room and the en-suite bathroom, cleaning himself off, brushing his teeth, getting dressed. Rei stayed on the bed, head down, thighs parted, the lube and cum gradually running down his perineum and his legs, even dripping to the bed.
His cock stayed hard.
The most memorable time Sevastyan had made Rei display himself like this after being fucked had been on a pedestal during one of Alexi’s parties.
It had been their graduation of sorts, and Sevastyan’s acceptance into the inner circle beyond Alexi’s training.
Sevastyan had flogged Rei without restraints and then fucked him before putting him on the pedestal to be part of the decoration for the party.
Rei had stayed there for an hour, flushed, embarrassed, hard, and covered in his master’s cum.
But it had been Alexi’s party. No one but Sevastyan had touched him.
And when Sevastyan had let him down, he’d wrapped him in a blanket and praised him and let him sit at his feet drinking water and clinging to his leg while Sevastyan ran his fingers through his hair and made conversation with the other owners present.
It had been one of the proudest moments of Sevastyan’s life.
Not only because of the triumph of breaking through the veil to the inner circle and getting one significant step closer to fulfilling his father’s vision of taking down the Merchari, but also because of the trust and faith Rei had displayed in him, the way their training had proven itself, and how Alexi had looked on in approval.
Most of all, how Rei had smiled at him the next morning, when he was still recovering, all need and softness wrapped in desperate affection.
They had come through together. Rei hadn’t asked to leave, hadn’t shattered, hadn’t reverted to weeks of nightmares stealing his sleep. He, Sevastyan, had carried him through, his safe place even surrounded by those who might have used him before.
Rei would be remembering that now.
Sevastyan fixed arm garters to his sleeves and folded his cuffs into place.
“So strong, my thrall.” He ran his hand over Rei’s neck and shoulder, avoiding the bruise.
Then he circled the bed again and drove two fingers into Rei’s hole, stroking over the bundle of nerves inside. “Use my fingers to spend yourself.”
The tiniest sound left Rei’s throat. The back of his neck and his shoulders flushed.
But he moved anyway, rocking forward and back on his hands and knees, driving himself onto Sevastyan’s fingers and angling his body so that Sevastyan’s touch ran over his prostate.
He trembled, his rhythm faltering, but gathered himself, until his hole clenched and the dimples in his buttocks became dents.
His cock twitched, spurting untouched, marking Rei’s chest and the bed with his submission.
“So obedient for me,” Sevastyan whispered, his fingers still inside Rei’s body. “You would do it again if I ordered you to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, master.” Rei’s voice was strained. His ribs flexed as he caught his breath.
Sevastyan dragged his fingers out, cleaning them off on Rei as he had before.
“Stay.” He left the bedroom, went to the kitchen, washed his hands, and put water and grounds in the coffee maker.
Then he returned. For a long moment, he leaned in the doorway, watching.
He knew what it was like to be observed in moments like these.
Ellisandre had had a fondness for it. Being observed and observing were not passive activities.
They were intense, humiliating, and elevating all at once.
One was so exquisite as to be observed, and yet so objectified as to be displayed at the will of another, as if one were a vase the other owned.
If he wanted, if they had the time, he would extend this, adding pain and service mixed with pleasure, feeding Rei from his hand only for the day, until Rei was lost and without thought or will, but this was discipline only, not an indulgence.
He couldn’t leave Rei much longer without ruining him for the day for anything but submission.
“I could keep you like this,” Sevastyan moved toward the bed.
“If we didn’t have work, I would.” He slid a finger inside Rei’s ass again, reminding them both that he could, that he did not need permission, that there were no barriers to his access.
“But, alas, your brain is as beautiful as your body. Discipline is finished, little one. Relax.”
Rei’s arms buckled and he rolled sideways, Sevastyan’s finger still inside him, blinking and looking up toward Sevastyan’s face, seeking approval.
Sevastyan leaned down and gave it with his lips against Rei’s nose and his fingertips across Rei’s cheeks. “Let’s clean you up.” He pulled out.
Rei moved too quickly to obey. His legs tangled in the sheets.
Sevastyan caught him and lifted him from the bed, carrying him toward the bathroom.
If he wasn’t careful, Rei was going to shatter himself like a vase.
He would scold his precious treasure except there was nothing but obedience in those brown eyes.
It was going to take more than an order to pull Rei from the mild subspace he’d slipped into.
Until then, he was a danger to himself and smashable items. Sevastyan sat Rei down on the toilet and turned on the heated stream setting in the attached bidet.
Then he reached for a wash cloth and ran warm water over it to wipe the rest of Rei down.
Sevastyan
They prepared breakfast standing at the kitchen counter with fresh coffee dripping out in gurgles from the Mr. Coffee coffee pot. Rei poked the pot with his finger and looked at Sevastyan in clear confusion.
“When in Rome, do as the Romans.” Sevastyan grabbed two mugs and filled both of them. He pushed one toward Rei. “Drink slowly. It might be heathen coffee, but it’s coffee.”
Rei shook his head, but he smiled, a bit of amusement filtering into his eyes beneath everything else.
He was almost back to baseline, for the first time since they had left the Yadro.
Rest and discipline had centered both of them.
Coffee and food would bring their brains online.
Sevastyan set about warming up leftovers for breakfast. He wouldn’t trust Rei to handle anything more dangerous than a spoon for at least thirty more minutes.
Sevastyan showed Rei the equipment he’d collected when he’d set up the safe house.
Once Rei had the computers up and running, he tapped into the online databases he and Sevastyan had collected over the years.
Some of what was in the data came from Anton.
Sevastyan had a moment of gratefulness that they’d marked each piece of data with how it had been collected and by whom.
It might prove to be useful in the future.
Sevastyan set himself up on the couch and started preparing cameras for staking out the places where he knew he was most likely to observe Gang Junseo.
While he had no intention of informing on the K-Pop idol, he had to go through the motions of following the directors’ orders.
“Do you think he’ll notice he’s cut off?” Rei asked as his fingers flew over the keyboard. He didn’t have to say Anton’s name for Sevastyan to know who he was talking about.
“When’s the last time he logged in?”
Rei was quiet for several minutes. “Two years ago.”
Anton had been checked out for a long time. “For now, copy everything to new servers.”
Rei’s fingers kept moving over his keyboards. “I can introduce a program to slowly corrupt the originals.”
“Give it a week and then do that.” Sevastyan raised his head to watch Rei work.
The former K-Pop trainee had learned a significant number of new skills in the years they had been together.
If the Merchari knew what else Rei could do besides stand firm in the face of danger, they would execute him and Sevastyan on sight.
Only one person had an idea, but he wouldn’t talk. He adored Rei too much and had his own twisted code.
“Has Lisa made contact in a while?”