Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

The servant didn’t need any more encouragement. His smaller hand closed over his master’s, taking over. As Xavier let go, he licked the engorged head slowly, reveling in the slave’s needy whimper.

“I think he likes it, Cory,” his master said satisfied. “Take care of me, as well.”

He stopped his licking to take his master’s cock out and sucked at it greedily. The slave seemed to mind being neglected like that, as his hand pulled a bit clumsily at Cory’s hair, to draw his attention.

Cory obliged right away, and, unconsciously, made the two move closer to one another. Soon, he was switching from his master’s long, thinner member to the dark, meaty one, taking one, then the other, deep in his throat, and using his hands to increase stimulation.

He saw Xavier sneaking a hand inside the cage again to grab the slave’s buttocks. It seemed that the sudden move triggered something in the young male, as Cory felt right away the tang taste of ejaculate on his tongue. He swallowed quickly and turned to enjoy his master’s seed, too.

But Xavier took his cock from his servant’s hand and whispered: “I think I want to mark my slave a little, Cory. Come on up and help me keep him steady.”

He stood up and grabbed the slave’s naked ass, mirroring his master’s gesture from earlier. The slave’s skin was supple and silky everywhere. Xavier grabbed the youngster’s nape to draw him into a kiss, and started to ejaculate, through the bars, over the man’s taut abdomen.

The slave fought a bit against the kiss, but he slowly relaxed, as Xavier slowly spread his seed over the dark skin with his fingers.

“Cory,” Xavier spoke, “you are allowed to touch him only when I ask it. Do not do anything other than what is necessary to keep him fed and well taken care of. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master,” he nodded, and Xavier rewarded him with a short kiss.

The slave blinked, a bit confused. Maybe he could not understand the relationship between master and servant. Or maybe he could not understand his role just yet.

It felt strange to serve Lord Lucas when Xavier was not at home. He could not take any threats lightly, especially when coming from his master. But he could not quench the longing he felt each time he saw Xavier’s beautiful friend.

“Cory, why are you so cold towards me?” Lucas asked.

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“Please cut the crap about protocol,” the ruler added.

Cory’s eyes grew wide. Apparently, Lucas did not care about etiquette indeed. He had yet to hear such words from his master’s mouth.

“I…” he stuttered. “My master…”

Lucas shook his head. “I suppose there is no more need for words, then. But, he is not here. So do not fear. Come a bit closer. It has been a while since I looked at your lovely face.”

Getting closer was truly not an option. He felt his knees turning to butter when Lucas was around, and even from afar he could not stop daydreaming about him.

“Please, forgive me, if I cannot follow through with your request, master,” he bowed, to hide his reddened cheeks.

“You should use the honorific sparingly with me, Cory. Unless you want me to consider myself your master and whisk you away from here.”

The blond looked up a bit, surprised, once more, with Lucas’s direct manner of speaking his mind.

“What do you fear?”

“Myself,” Cory answered, and this time, he looked straight at Lucas.

“Oh,” the man lay back on the sofa. “Now that is an interesting conundrum … Why should you fear yourself?”

“Why do you want me, Lord Lucas?” Cory blurted out. “I am nothing but a servant, worse than a slave. I am everyone’s toy and…”

“Hush,” a strong hand caressed his head. “I know. But would you not believe me, at least one tiny bit, when I tell you that I would be hard pressed to name one person who’s caught my eye in a very long time?”

“I am nothing special,” he continued, keeping his head down.

“Even the fact that you say that makes you unique. In a world full of arrogant pricks, from masters to the most insignificant slaves, and even some servants, you see yourself like this. Xavier has always brought some new toys home, and despite their beauty, I’ve never found someone to my liking. It’s not the case with you. Join me on the sofa?”

“I don’t think I should,” Cory whispered.

“Then just stay where it’s comfortable for you. I want to talk a little with you.”

Cory took a large pillow and placed it on the floor, sitting gracefully on it, trying hard to ignore the green eyes following his every move. Lucas continued.

“I am a man of numbers, of cold hard facts. Emotions have always befuddled me, so I’ve preferred to push them away. But, ever since I met you, and Xavier allowed me to taste you, I cannot seem to be myself. Even when I am running an experiment, and my head should be focused, your face appears before my eyes like you are there, with me. You do realize you could compromise some very delicate data?” Lucas laughed softly.

Cory felt his mind in turmoil. No one had ever spoken to him like that. Not even his lover from before being sent to the Institution. He sat up brusquely.

“I am no worthy of your interest, Lord Lucas,” he said, his voice shaking. “I am nothing but a whore.”

“Because you are forced to copulate with anyone your master wishes?” Lucas rose and grabbed Cory’s arm, shaking him gently, as if he was trying to make him see.

“No, because I enjoy it,” the servant blurted out, and Lucas let him go, in surprise. “Please forgive this lowly servant,” he hurriedly added and almost ran out of the room, leaving the other to stare at him, in disbelief.

“You are indeed making my young servant lose his head,” Xavier commented, while entering the room, as he’d just seen Cory pushing angrily against the kitchen doors without noticing his master coming home.

“No, he’s making me lose mine,” Lucas murmured. “Please, Xavier, name your price. I cannot take him out of my mind.”