[Tales of Amaranth 01] - Dark Heart [Loose Id MM BDSM] by Thom Lane

Author:Thom Lane [Lane, Thom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

She pulled my ass cheeks apart and oiled between them, eased two fingers through my sphincter and went as deep inside as she could. When my butt rose to meet her pressure -- all by itself, I swear! -- she snorted with swallowed laughter, and pushed me down again.

And spent extra time working on my ring, flexing and stretching it with plenty of oil, just to be sure I was ready. And oh, I was, more than ready. I lifted my head and saw that Master Lucan’s eyes were open again. He had that faint mocking smile on his face as he watched me, as his eyes lingered all over my body like a promise.

I wasn’t fooled; nobody makes promises to slaves. We get what we deserve, if we’re lucky. If not, we get it worse. But that night I was feeling lucky, heady, reckless with it. When he sat up on the table, Tara fetched him a robe and wrapped him up in it, settled him on a bench against the wall and scurried to fetch him kaff and cold water. Me, I scurried across the floor to his feet, nestled against his knees, leaned into his hand as he toyed with my hair. And closed my eyes, snuggled in a little closer, breathed the clean sweet scents of him, felt how his hand fell away and heard how his breathing changed, and… And woke to a teasing little slap and his soft drowsy voice, “Tell me something, boy.”

“Master?”

“If I take you to bed now, will you be able to stay awake long enough for me to fuck you?”

The only proper answer to that, of course, is “Yes, Master,” unless you’re really the slut that he keeps suggesting, in which case maybe it’s “Yes please, Master!” But I was half asleep still, which means half stupid still; and besides I could see his kaff right there beside him, all undrunk. I knew that he’d been dozing too. And I rubbed my cheek against his thigh and said, “If Master can stay awake long enough to fuck me.”

And then I said, “Owww!”

I told you, we get what we deserve. Coming back to his room -- me still surreptitiously rubbing my sore head, as I trotted obediently at his heel -- we found Sharra there, all unexpected, laying out another of the kitchen-master’s cold suppers.

She looked at Master Lucan, exhausted from the day and still sleepy from the bath; she glanced at me, naked and oiled and all too obviously ready for bed; she smiled demurely, and said, “I was sent to ask if my mistress might attend on you again, to learn what you have learned from the day. May I tell her instead that you will call at her apartments in the morning?”

“Yes. Good. Do that.” She bobbed a curtsy and left us, smiling more wickedly once she was out of his eyeline, giving my ass a pat as she passed. I closed the door behind her, and looked from Master Lucan to the food.

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