Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“So, are you ready?”

“That thing looks big,” Ayn’s eyes were glued to the dildo.

“This little thing? Come on, Ayn, you’ll have to take Xavier, don’t be a coward.”

He gestured for Ayn to get on his fours, and the slave complied. He giggled as the cold lube made contact with his puckered hole. Cory pushed a finger slowly inside.

“Ouch,” Ayn wiggled his ass.

“Really, now, it’s just my finger,” Cory chided.

“Yeah, that’s one finger too many in my ass,” Ayn replied.

“It will feel better at some point,” Cory tried to assure the slave, but Ayn was just too tight.

The servant caressed the beautiful globes, as he tried to push a little more inside. Between Ayn’s legs, his dark member stood flaccid. Without thinking too much, Cory bent and took the dangling balls in his mouth.

A surprised gasp came from Ayn, as his member started to lengthen.

“Wow, Cory,” he whispered. “You’re good. I only had one girlfriend who used to do that to me.”

Taking advantage of having Ayn a bit distracted, he took the dildo and pushed it inside. This time, the phallic object slid in with ease. It was not much thicker than Cory’s finger and it was a good start for a beginner like Ayn.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cory continued to tease Ayn’s balls with his mouth and tongue, while using the dildo to get the slave used to the sensation.

In the meantime, frustration was growing in Xavier’s mind, expanding like a tumor. He was touching Lucas everywhere, teasing him with his fingers, but the stubborn man did not seem to react in any way.

He turned for the bed to seek what he was looking for. Grabbing the crop whip, he suddenly lashed over Lucas’s abdomen. A hiss was the only reply.

“Since I don’t seem to get anywhere with you the soft way, I think the hard way is much recommended.”

“What exactly do you want, Xavier?” Lucas replied, and gasped, when the whip connected with his right nipple, this time.

No reply came from Xavier, as he was apparently fascinated with the red welt making its appearance on Lucas’s flawless skin. He released his guest from the iron stand, and made him kneel next to the bed. With angry gestures, he pushed the man’s knees aside and took a step back, to admire Lucas’s round ass, sticking up in the air.

He came closer and pushed two fingers inside Lucas. This time, the man reacted, by clamping his butt cheeks hard on Xavier’s hand.

“No one had you, right, Lucas?” Xavier’s voice was growing thicker.

“You know that very well,” came the muffled reply.

Most probably, Lucas had to bite the pillow, Xavier thought dispassionately. He was going to take his best friend, and he was not going to regret it. But, for some reason, the thought did not appeal as much as he thought he would. There was something amiss.

“Since you are all almighty and in control, I think I must do something to tip the balance in my favor,” he commented icily.

Lucas heard him walking away, opening and closing the door briskly.

Cory was nowhere in sight, Xavier noticed. He could have just called for him, but some sort of curiosity pushed the master of the house throughout the main hall, until he reached the door to the slave’s room. It was most probably natural for Cory to seek the slave’s company, especially since Xavier demanded him to train Ayn more in learning the language, as well as in other ways.

When he opened the door, the scene before his eyes made him hard almost instantly, something he had been struggling to acquire for the entire evening, while trying to get Lucas and himself in the mood. His servant was laying on one side, teasing the servant’s balls with his tongue, while Ayn was positioned on his fours, with a small dildo up his sexy ass.

“Cory,” he said sternly.

Desire was dictating him now to forget all about the man knelt on the rich red carpet in the master bedroom, and just climb the much simpler bed in his slave’s room and claim the young body presenting itself like that, ready for taking. He could have used Cory’s skill to play with both his and Ayn’s balls, to heighten his lust. But he had a promise to fulfill, and there was no time to play for now.

Cory looked a bit flushed, as he got up to greet his master.

“How is Ayn doing?”

The slave had moved, as well, taking out the dildo from his ass and throwing it on the floor, as if he feared the object could have continued to penetrate him, despite no longer having someone manipulating it.

“He is just starting to get accustomed with it, master,” Cory said breathily.

“I thought I told you to help him get used to it, but I don’t remember allowing you to touch him with your mouth,” he tried to quench his frustration by taking it out on his servant.

“I apologize, master, but he was so afraid that I thought I could convince him with a bit more stimulation,” Cory said hurriedly.

A bit more stimulation was exactly what Xavier needed to solve the conundrum in the master bedroom, so he just gestured for Cory to follow him, not without throwing a meaningful look in Ayn’s direction.

The slave tensed as their eyes met. Xavier smiled. Suddenly, he felt warmth where there had been ice. Maybe he could use a consolation prize in a few days.

Cory’s mouth went slack when he saw Lucas bent so unceremoniously over the bed, waiting for Xavier’s return. His master obviously wanted to make the man realize who was on top. There was no seduction there, no sweet surrender. Xavier wanted to hurt Lucas.