CHAPTER THIRTY #2
But instead of inviting me to join him in the bed where he sat, or getting up to touch me, the way he had before, he simply sat there, a pillow supporting his back, a sheet draped over his groin, and a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.
I dropped the towel I’d been drying my hair with and ran a teasing finger over the towel around my waist. “Am I overdressed?” I asked, my tone just as suggestive as his expression was.
It had never been stated aloud, but ever since the night we’d first had sex, I’d been sleeping in his bed with him.
And bold as the assumption on my part had been, he’d never shown the slightest hint of an objection.
“Maybe,” he said, his eyes roaming over my body. My cock immediately sat up and began to pay attention, but I knew enough about seduction to know that I needed to be patient. Faster was not necessarily better.
Oh, but that was interesting. There was a matching tent in the sheets at his hips, and my grin widened. “I haven’t had the chance to do much research,” my master said, “but do the Eumadians celebrate anything similar to a birthday?”
What? It seemed an odd question. I’d been expecting him to say something far more suggestive.
“Not the Eumadians themselves, no,” I replied.
“But the Fortusians do. And the Rentrals place a great deal of significance on what they call their ‘day of maturity’. It’s sort of like a birthday, but it only occurs once every three years.
But I’m familiar with the term. There were plenty of occasions at the hotel when we’d hold a small celebration for a staff member, and the kitchen would bake a cake, so we could…
” I trailed off, as I suddenly realised why my master was asking the question.
“Oh,” I said dumbly, embarrassed that I hadn’t picked up on what he was telling me sooner. “Oh, I see.”
“Today’s my birthday,” he said, a small, shy grin on his face.
“And before you start panicking, no, you don’t need to worry about a cake, or a gift, or any kind of stupid celebration.
You didn’t know because I deliberately didn’t tell you.
And both Bo and Leesha know that I generally don’t celebrate that sort of thing, so they leave me alone. ”
The explanation assuaged my instinctive guilt over the omission… but then it roused my curiosity just as quickly. “So… if you don’t celebrate your birthday, why are you telling me when it is?”
“Because I wanted to try something different tonight. And it’s not that I need a particular special occasion to try it, it’s just that…” He shrugged. “My birthday was coming up, so it seemed like a good opportunity.”
‘Something different’, when my master was naked and in bed, was sure to be a delight.
I dropped my second towel and stepped slowly towards the bed, my now eager erection on display.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, stopping just too far away for him to touch me.
If he could tease me with promises of carnal delights, then I could do the same.
My master reached beneath the sheets and pulled out a tube of lube. Then he very deliberately squeezed some onto his fingers and began to coat his own erection in the slippery fluid. “I thought we could change things up a bit.”
The implications were clear, and my jaw dropped.
So far – albeit that we were only a couple of weeks into our relationship – my master had shown a distinct preference for being on the bottom.
But I felt my cock throb at the idea of having him inside me.
He finished slicking himself up, then wiped his hand on a couple of tissues.
“I never got to see your operations manual, but I asked Aiden to send me a list of the skills an erotic companion is typically taught. I also had a conversation with Kade about it. And he said something very interesting. He said that, erotic companion or not, a dimari feels safest when they’re being controlled.
Being commanded. Being owned. Do you think that would apply to you? ”
“Yes, sir,” I answered immediately. When my old master had died, one of my primary concerns had been the strain of making so many decisions – what to eat, what to wear, what work should be done.
Having someone make all those decisions for me lifted a great weight off my shoulders.
But to be ordered, or commanded to do something was an even greater level of peace.
And it was something that Alliance masters apparently had significant aversions to.
My master got out of bed, his cock standing proudly out in front of him.
He came around the bed and pressed himself to my back, while I stood obligingly still.
I didn’t know what he had planned, but I was more than willing to go along with it.
His slick erection pressed into the gap between my ass cheeks, and I wriggled a fraction closer to him.
“So I wanted to give you an evening of really being able to feel that. I’ll be honest, Xel, I don’t really understand it.
And it’s not something that most Alliance members would be comfortable with.
But Kade made a compelling point about it.
” He took a deep breath, seeming to brace himself for whatever he was going to say next.
“I’ve also noticed over the last week or so that your behaviour has changed.
And based on a couple of subtle tests… I don’t think you’re able to disobey me anymore.
You could when you first arrived. But now… ”
He hadn’t specifically asked for a response, but even so, I said, “That’s correct, sir.” I’d noticed the change myself, back on the first night we’d had sex. I hadn’t been able to leave the room. There had been half a dozen other examples since then, but that day had made an impression.
“Kade thinks you’ve bonded with me. And I know everyone says that’s only supposed to happen once, but he has a theory about that. Kneel on the bed, facing the wall.”
My conscious mind was focused on what he was saying about the bonding.
I was curious, and a little excited, if I was honest about it, about the idea of being truly owned by my new master.
But at his softly spoken order, my body moved like I was a marionette on strings.
I climbed onto the bed, kneeling with my face towards the wall and my ass towards my master, almost before I’d realised what I was doing.
Feeling rather disconcerted about it, I glanced back at him with an expression of surprise on my face.
A pleased little smirk crossed his lips, and then, perhaps to reward me, he knelt on the bed behind me and took a firm grip on my cock, through my parted legs. I groaned and arched my back, his fingers just slightly tacky from his earlier use of the lube.
“Kade says that the reason the dimari bond to their masters is because you love your masters. The neuro-engineering kicks off that process, but there’s a biological reaction behind it that needs to be nurtured with time.”
He climbed off the bed and moved about the room. He fetched a number of lengths of soft fabric, and then set about tying the first one around my left ankle.
“From what you’ve said about him – and the information Aiden was able to uncover – your old master never displayed much in the way of overt affection for you.
And so, you had no reason to complete your bond with him by falling in love with him.
” He attached a second length of fabric to my right ankle, and I felt my cock throb as I began to get the idea of what he was going to do.
I was already leaking slow drops of precum onto the sheets.
“And then, that initial bond was broken when your master died, and you came here. And I started giving you everything that you’d always wanted, but that he hadn’t given you.
I spent time with you.” He moved up to the front of the bed and tied one of the strips around my wrist. Then he pressed my shoulders down so that I hunkered down onto my elbows.
And then he tied the strip of fabric to the side of the headboard.
Oh, stars, yes, this was becoming entirely more interesting.
“I taught you about caring for the animals – which is something that I care deeply about. I started praising you, and letting you cook for me. I won’t say I was perfect.
There are certainly things I got wrong along the way, and things I was slow to understand.
But you began to feel like you belonged here.
” My other wrist was now secured, and my master ran a slow finger down my spine, from neck to tailbone…
and then lower, to just tease the pucker of my opening.
My muscles clenched involuntarily as he did so, and he chuckled.
“So Kade thinks that you were able to bond with me…” I felt a slight tug on the fabric around my right ankle, and glanced back to see him tying it to the corner post of the bed. “…because you love me. And that’s really what the bond is all about.”