CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
XEL
Holy heck, I was in love with my master.
The instant he’d said the words, I realised it was true.
My body responded swiftly to the knowledge, my cock throbbing and my balls tightening with the desire to come.
At the same time, though, my desire to please and obey my master was stronger than ever, and I was resolute in my determination to wait until I was given permission to come.
Everything he’d said was true; the way he’d spent time with me, letting me adopt Mr Beans, letting me care for him…
I jumped a little as I felt him tug on the fabric around my left ankle; I’d been so distracted that I’d momentarily forgotten that he was in the process of tying me to the bed, and trying to keep track of his actions at the same time as managing my own suddenly chaotic emotions was near impossible.
I was in love with my master. And I had the fleeting thought that losing him would be far more devastating than losing my previous master. Just considering the possibility had me breaking out in a cold sweat, a dark void all I could imagine on the far side of such a disaster.
“There we go,” my master said, and I struggled to remember what he was talking about. “Are the knots secure? Test them to make sure they don’t come undone.”
None of the knots was particularly tight – not enough to cause discomfort – but I gave each limb a light tug.
“They are secure, sir,” I reported back to him.
In reality, the fabric was thin enough that if I really wanted to break it, I would have been able to.
And given my master’s reticence about exerting any real control over me, I assumed that was deliberate.
Perhaps, given his traumatic past with fire, it was also a safety precaution.
Right at the start of our relationship, he’d given me an explicit order to see to my own safety, even if that contradicted a more recent order.
And with the way he’d restrained me, if the house caught fire, I could plausibly escape without assistance.
Then my thoughts were once more jerked back to my master’s actions, as he wrapped his hand firmly around my cock and gave me a few quick strokes. I gave a jagged moan in response.
“It’s nice to see you so eager,” my master said, satisfaction thick in his voice. Then he let go of my cock and gave my buttocks a light slap – not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who was in charge.
But it seemed that even now, I was underestimating his ability to play this game. Because the next thing he did was to slide up the bed to place his mouth right by my ear. “Remember, Xel, you’re not allowed to come until I say so. I want to see what that stamina of yours is really like.”
The decadent promise in those words had my cock twitching, straining for release, as I groaned and dropped my head onto my forearms. But I was going to please my master. I was going to impress him enough that there would be no question that he would want to do this to me again.
He moved around to kneel behind me, and I felt a cool wetness against my entrance.
His finger slid inside and he spent long minutes with just that amount of stimulation, thrusting it in and out, stroking my cock, and then at one point, he gently bit my ass cheek – again, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me pay attention.
I yelped, then moaned, spreading my legs a little wider to encourage him to give me more.
But instead, he drew back and gave my ass a playful slap. “Who is the master here, Xel?”
“You are, sir,” I replied, even as I arched my back to give him better access.
“So who gets to set the pace?”
“You do, sir,” I said, my breath coming in hot pants.
“And yet you seem rather desperate. Do you want my cock inside you, Xel?” He squeezed both of my ass cheeks, his thumbs teasing my entrance again. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”
I was desperate for more stimulation, for the feel of my master’s skin against mine.
“I am here to serve your desires, sir,” I told him, my brain unable to come up with any words to express what I might want. It was a combination of the satisfaction of knowing he owned me, and the heady fog of lust that his hands were creating.
I felt something cooler and larger than his finger slide into my ass, though I was fairly sure it wasn’t his cock. So what had he…?
A moment later, the object began to vibrate, and I yelped again, my muscles instinctively clenching around it – most likely, a vibrating butt plug.
The handful of my braincells that were still working took the time to wonder where he’d got it.
But clenching around the thing was a mistake, because that sent the vibrations deeper into my body, and I moaned and writhed, having to close my eyes and call on years of rigorous training to hold back my climax.
I had the smug thought that my previous master had never had the imagination or the passion to try something like this with me, and I grinned, knowing how much he’d been missing out on.
Then the vibrations on the butt plug increased, and I lost the ability to think about anything.
“Does that feel good, Xel?” my master asked, as he toyed with my balls.
I managed a garbled groan, before my master gave me another light slap on the ass. “Answer me, Xel. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, sir,” I said breathlessly.
“Does it hurt at all?”
“No, sir.”
“Are you close to coming?”
“Uuhhnnnn… yes, sir…” I moaned, spreading my knees a little wider.
“Hmm. Another day, I think we might get a little more creative with this one. It’s got nine different settings. But for today…” The vibrations shut off, and I was both grateful for the reprieve, and thrilled to hear that my master was interested in further explorations in the future.
He carefully slid the device out of me, then he knelt up on the bed behind me, and just the thought of having him inside me was nearly enough to make me come. Then I felt a thicker, blunter object press against me, and this time, I knew it was my master’s cock.
He pressed in slowly, clearly concerned about hurting me, though I could have told him he didn’t need to worry.
Then he set up a fast rhythm, and I wondered how close he was to climax himself.
He scraped his fingernails down my back, then gripped my hips, using that as leverage to thrust forward more firmly.
My balls were aching with the need to come, and I groaned again as I listened to the slapping sound of his hips against my buttocks.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, as his rhythm sped up.
“Oh fuck… I want you to come now!” he suddenly declared, and like a switch had been flipped, I did, shooting my release in hot spurts all over the sheets.
A moment later, I heard my master groan, and his grip on me tightened…
and then he released me, sliding out of me as we both panted for breath.
“Holy fuck, Xel, I… Shit, that was good.” He staggered around to the front of the bed and stroked my hair, then gently lifted my chin to look at him.
“Did that feel good?” he asked, and I smiled, my eyes half-lidded in both satisfaction and tiredness.
“Yes, sir. Very good.”
He nodded, then set about untying my restraints.
A bit of clean up work followed – stripping the sheets off the bed and replacing them, a trip to the bathroom to wash the lube off – but no more than five minutes later, we were both curled up in bed again, the lights turned off, feeling sated and lethargic.
But in light of what my master had said about my bonding with him, there was one more question I wanted to ask before we both fell asleep.
“Sir?” I said tentatively. “May I ask you something? It might be a bit of a dangerous question, so if now isn’t a good time…”
I felt him turn his head to look at me, though I couldn’t quite see him in the dark. “Dangerous? Dangerous how? What’s it about?”
“It’s about my previous master.”
A moment of silence followed, and I wondered if he was going to tell me to wait until morning, or perhaps, to not ask at all. I was well aware that he disliked his uncle. “Go ahead,” he said in the end. “What did you want to know?”
I considered how to phrase the question. “I would like to know whether my previous master bought me deliberately. Or did he just find me and decide I was going to be useful?”
My master sighed, and in the darkness, it seemed a weighty sound. “I take it you’ve been doing some research on the subject?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said meekly. “When Vonnie arrived, she said that slavery was illegal in Alliance space. That’s why she’d asked Yona to bring her to Rendol 4.
I didn’t think much of it at the time – Aiden had said something not all that dissimilar.
I was aware that my master had done something illegal, so I supposed that he’d bought me and then kept me hidden to work around Alliance laws.
But Vonnie seemed so emphatic about it, so when I had a chance, I started doing some research.
And the more stories I read on the grid of dimari owners, the clearer the true picture became.
Nobody in Alliance space buys a dimari. Some get stranded here, due to your disagreements with the Eumadians, and then people just adopt them as they come along.
Aiden’s been working hard to make sure they’re all looked after properly, but not a single one of them was actually purchased by choice.
So I finally realised that there was no reason I should be the single exception to every other dimari on the planet. ”
My master pulled me closer and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“No, he didn’t buy you. I’m not sure of the exact circumstances, but he would have found you by accident, just like all the others.
” He paused a moment, choosing his words carefully.
“Does that concern you?” he asked gently.
“Does it make you feel like you’re less worthy? Or less wanted?”
Though I knew it was a strange reaction to the question, I snorted out a laugh, then quickly apologised for it.
“Sorry, I’m not meaning to make light of it,” I explained.
“If I’d found out when he still owned me, I would probably have been very upset.
But now…” I grinned, unable to help myself.
“Now it all makes sense. He wasn’t my real master.
He just found me and made use of me for a couple of years until I found my real master. You.”
I heard a faint chuckle in the darkness.
“That’s a fine way of looking at it,” my master said.
“And if that’s what it took for you to end up here with me, then I’m glad he found you.
” I felt him kiss my forehead again, and then he leaned over to press his lips against mine in a real kiss.
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in years. ”