Tales of Amaranth: Heart's Hunt by Thom Lane

Author:Thom Lane [Lane, Thom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBT; Fantasy; BDSM
Publisher: Loose Id LLC
Published: 2014-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

We speak of breaking slaves, first to the whip—when fear teaches them to obey—and then to the collar, when they learn to obey because they are slaves, because free folk are their masters, for no reason else. Sometimes, though, a slave can break his master, all without meaning to. That boy, that night, that moment: he laid his head on my belly, and I broke.

All at once and totally, I shattered: all my good intentions, all my wise choices, gone beyond recall. It was an effort just to hide it from him, not to let him know what he’d achieved. I closed my hand in his hair almost from instinct, and even that ordinary, casual touch sent shocks up my arm and through my body, that I could only hope he wouldn’t feel. Slaves develop a sixth sense over time, almost enough to read their masters’ minds; it was too soon for him, too early in his journey. I hoped.

He sighed contentedly, and kissed and nuzzled and licked his way down from my belly to my cock. Maybe we were both pretending that my hand pushed him there, that it wasn’t his own choice. If so, I was determined it was the last choice he would get to make. I still had his wrists bound for a reason, and I wasn’t about to free them now. I wasn’t about to free him at all.

Nor would he have wanted me to. If what he wanted mattered in the least, which it did not. Not now. He’d had his moment.

A warm and eager mouth, a wicked teasing tongue, the hint of teeth that I would not allow: it wasn’t long before I was growing stiff again. This time I ignored his cock, his butt, his whole delicious body; no doubt he was erect too, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t care.

He licked me, lapped at me, engulfed me; if he could, he would have swallowed me whole. As it was, I came swiftly, and he swallowed all my cum like a good boy. After I was done he didn’t want to stop, nor would I have allowed it if he did. As desire ebbs, there’s really nothing better than soft submissive lips still there, still attentive, a boy’s breath gentle as a breeze on damp and tender skin.

I could have slept then, even while he was cleaning me up, tonguing away cum and sweat and consciousness all together. But I was more sure than ever now, that neither one of us should sleep tonight. I hooked my fingers through his rough rope collar and dragged him up my body, enjoying the sticky slither of skin on weary, overhandled skin. When his head reached my shoulder, there I stopped; there I let him settle, where he could tangle his legs with mine and flick his tongue across my collarbone, and I could keep his collar in my fist, the whole of him entirely under my control.

“Will the old man wake,” I murmured, “if I speak to you out here?”

The boy snorted softly, affectionately.

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