Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“More beautiful than your master?”

There were many reasons to understand why vanity was considered a deadly sin by the ancients. Cory slowly opened his eyes to look into Antoine’s dark blues.

“Don’t let anyone know I told you that,” he breathed out, as he wiggled his ass to enhance his pleasure.

Antoine’s smile was brighter than the sun. The brunet jumped to his feet.

“Party’s over!” he yelled, and sounds of protest were the immediate reply.

“But we haven’t gotten to fuck him yet,” one slave complained.

“I am the only one that gets to fuck him from now on,” Antoine spoke. “Be thankful I let any of you touch him.”

He brutally pulled Cory up and dragged him in his arms. “If anyone touches what’s mine…” he let the threat float in the still air of the room.

Disgruntled slaves turned their backs to now search for the other servants, to vent off their steam. For a brief second, Cory’s eyes crossed with Dion’s. He winked at the other, and the redhead’s look of amazement was priceless.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“We don’t have much time left,” Antoine grabbed Cory’s head to kiss him. The blond averted his lips. “They had their cocks in my mouth,” he explained, as Antoine’s embrace became impossible tight. “I suppose you don’t want to taste them all,” he added with an innocent look, as he stared into the slave’s eyes.

With a low growl, Antoine pressed his head against his chest. “Next time I see you, Cory, I want you all to myself.”

In the meantime, the masters were starting to leave. As Cory headed for the main hallway, to join the others, he suddenly crossed paths with the last man he wanted to see that night.

“Are you alright, Cory?” Lucas gestured to caress his head, but Cory quickly bowed to avert the touch.

“A master should not be concerned with a servant’s well-being. It’s against the protocol,” he said quickly and hurried to move along. The man’s firm grip stopped him. “A master does what he pleases, servant,” Lucas’s voice became low and dangerous.

Cory suddenly felt his arm becoming free. He raised his eyes to see his one true master. He bowed, and Xavier commented.

“Everyone has left. Would you care to stay a while longer, Lucas?” his master asked.

“No. I should get going, too,” Lucas’s voice sounded annoyed.

“Cory,” his master caressed his hair, as they both sat on the master bed. “How many cocks did you have in your ass tonight?”

There was no real need for confirmation, but Cory was glad to have it. Xavier had known what was going to happen.

“I didn’t know I had to count,” he said innocently, and Xavier laughed.

“You’re such a good servant, Cory, such as good servant. Do you still have any energy left in you to serve your master, then?”

“Of course, master. I always do,” he raised his blue eyes to look at Xavier.

Grey eyes searched his face for the slightest sign of rebellion. Not finding one, the man’s beautiful features relaxed.

“You’re good at following orders, Cory. It’s all you need to do. Don’t ever forget who your master is, and the world will be yours.”

He had a mind of asking what that meant, but as Xavier moved against his body, letting his intentions know, he let the world fade away.

Sampling the merchandise was not a habit for Vachiari. The merchant was used to seeing attractive males and females walking around naked, but this time, he felt more tempted than any other time. He touched the chained man, asking his assistants to turn him, while he was feeling up the muscled body, the chiseled chest, and the round mounds, where his hands remained a bit more than he’d first intended. He eventually pushed them apart, curious to see if the specimen had been used. The tight puckered hole showed no signs of assault, and Vachiari could count on his experience to safely say that the captured male still had a virgin ass.

Not for long, the middle-aged man mused and stopped his ministrations. The slave was now writhing against his restraints, and the muffled sounds that could be heard, despite the mouth gag, were a clear indication that the young man was not happy with being handled.

Vachiari took a step back and asked his assistants to turn the slave so he could take a good look at his front, too. The longish, raven strands, the deep, charcoal-like eyes, and dark skin made him exotic. Slaves born and raised to please had their benefits, but a beautiful specimen like this one could only be found outside of Drena, in the remote tribal camps located far on the mainland. And that was where he had been captured while attacking a caravan.

The merchant had little respect for the tribes living far from the coast cities. They were just uncivilized apes, but, from time to time, such beauties would emerge, and he knew how to recognize value when he saw it. Staring at the chained male some more, he thought about how the master purchasing the youngster would have a tough time teaching this one not to bite. Still, his exquisite beauty naturally made any obstacle pale in comparison.

It was not just the young man’s beauty that was making him stand out. There was something about him, he exuded sex like he was made for it. His rebellious attitude was just making things even more exciting. Vachiari shook his head. No matter how much he felt the need to use the beautiful body, he was a man of numbers. Profit, substantial profit, could be made with him, especially if left untouched.

He signaled the men to take the slave away. He had some phone calls to make.

It was unusual for Xavier to receive such a call.

“Vachiari, as much as I value your business,” he said in a tone that suggested the exact opposite, “I don’t see why I should move just to see this specimen you are talking about.”

He listened, completely bored, to the merchant’s well-crafted praise. “Alright,” he eventually said with an exasperated sigh. “I suppose I could resell him for a profit if he is as beautiful as you say. Please do arrange the sighting at my home. I have no intention to mingle with commoners at the slave market. A cage? Is he dangerous? Are you trying to assassinate me?”

He smiled thinly while taking his time to hear the man’s long string of apologies. Only a seasoned money handler like Vachiari could put together so many words to say a simple thing.

He put the phone down and called for Cory. A new task was to be added to the servant’s chores.

Cory looked fearfully at the heavy irons bars keeping the young male caged inside, and the ones outside out of harm’s way. Xavier was walking around the cage, seemingly trying to see the slave from all angles. The servant knew he was not supposed to stare, but it looked as if he was drawn in, compelled to look at the dangerous man inside.