Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“Let him do it,” he ordered shortly, and Cory hesitantly withdrew.

Xavier grabbed the dark head and pushed through silky lips, only to be met with resistance. The young man writhed and tried to push against the invasion, but his bound hands didn’t allow him too much freedom to move and fight the assault on his mouth.

The master could not care less now what the slave was feeling or thinking. Cory watched, biting his lips, as Ayn tried to fight back, to no avail. Soon enough, his nape was against the edge of the bathtub, and his mouth was forced to open, his throat made to accommodate the large cock.

Without thinking much, he rose and embraced his master from behind. His hands traveled to the base of the man’s cock to pull back.

“What are you… ?” Xavier whispered angrily, and Cory sank his teeth into his master’s shoulder, licking the bite and sucking at it right away.

“Take me, master, please,” he begged in a sultry voice. “I cannot … anymore…”

“Cory, you slut,” his master chided him, but he let go of his prey, who immediately started to gasp for air and cough.

Xavier’s eyes were burning darkly. Cory felt fear nestling in the pit of his stomach. The servant was turned roughly, pushed with his buttocks up, his chest resting on the edge. Cory took a deep breath. He knew that was going to hurt and voiced his pain, as Xavier impaled him without caring for any lubrication.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Why are you crying, Cory?” his master asked, his voice thick with desire. “You wanted it, didn’t you?”

“Yes, master, don’t stop,” Cory breathed out, wiggling his ass and adjusting, as fast as he could, to the uninvited invasion.

“I have no intention to,” Xavier slammed against the lithe body, again and again, like possessed.

There were far too many temptations around him, Xavier had a distant afterthought, as he slumped on Cory’s body, as the fading ebbs of his orgasm were leaving his body. He would have usually let Cory at least adjust a little, but this time, his body impaling the other’s felt so right and so fulfilling that he just couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t, he thought and kissed a damp smooth cheek in apology.

“Don’t tempt me like this ever again, Cory. Don’t bite me if you don’t want to see my beast,” he whispered in the servant’s ear.

Next to them, Ayn was looking at Xavier with pure hatred in his dark eyes. He was lucky Xavier was too busy kissing his servant.

“There,” Antoine exhaled sharply as Dion was massaging his back.

It felt amazing to have the familiar hands working his body after a workout.

“When is the next party on?” he asked, enjoying his neck being skillfully massaged. Dion’s hands were wonderful.

“I believe there is still a week until then. The masters seem to be busy with something important, so they don’t have time to play.”

“What a bummer,” Antoine stretched and yawned. “I haven’t seen Cory in a while. What do you know of him?”

“His master took a slave, so Cory has his hands full now,” Dion said simply while using a towel to get rid of the massage oil on his hands.

“Xavier took a slave?!” Antoine’s good mood dissipated in an instant, his sudden move making Dion cringe. “Is he fucking my Cory?”

“Highly unlikely,” Dion said with a small sigh. There was going to be a cold day in hell when a slave more spoiled than Antoine was going to be born. “From what I’ve heard, there is no ordinary slave lord Xavier ordered to be installed in his penthouse.”

“What does Cory say?” Antoine straightened up, his eyes shining at the prospect of hearing some juicy gossip.

“The slave is kept in a cage…”

“Why? Is he a wild animal?”

“He was captured from the wild, it seems. He doesn’t speak the language, but he is gorgeous.”

Antoine’s blue eyes darkened with jealousy. “Did Cory say he was beautiful? Did he use this exact word to describe him?” he grabbed Dion’s arm.

It was funny to pull Antoine’s chain once in a while, but Dion knew he was going to be the one paying for the slave’s frustration.

“Actually, I think he said ‘exotic’.”

“Does Cory like him?”

If he hadn’t known what a bastard Antoine could be, Dion would have almost pitied him. The poor guy was really jealous.

“He just means more work for Cory. I don’t think so,” Dion said pensively. “Plus, his master wants to train the slave himself, and he is very adamant about no one touching his slave without permission. What? Do you think Cory’s that easy to fall for another slave so quickly?” he teased, smiling.

Rough hands were suddenly in his red mane, as Antoine got dangerously close. “Do you mean he fell for me?” he whispered against Dion’s lips, making the servant tremble slightly.

“You should know better,” Dion whispered back, trying hard to quench the familiar fear in his gut. Antoine could be cruel when angered.

“I know, of course I know,” Antoine said haughtily. “I’m so horny right now. I want Cory so badly,” he climbed on top of Dion, pushing the servant back on the bed and forcing his legs open wide.

“Let me suck you off,” Dion offered, hating how Antoine was ready to claim him, again. He did not enjoy sex, and he doubted he ever could. There was nothing but dominance on Antoine’s part and humiliation on his every time it happened.

“No,” Antoine refused like a petulant child. “Your ass, or nothing. And get ready fast, or I will tell master you burned the food today.”

“I didn’t…” Dion tried to protest feebly.

“You sure?” Antoine said menacingly.

Dion hurried to push down his pants. He was walking a thin line with his master lately, Antoine being the main cause. He was not ready to be sent down to the factories to work. Cory said it was not so bad, but he had been born inside the city gates, and he knew no other life.

As Antoine pushed inside, uncaring, he bit his lips hard, fighting the tears streaming down his cheeks. At least, this time, Antoine seemed to be in a hurry to finish, without playing cruel games. He just slammed into Dion’s lithe body, over and over again, until his breathing became ragged and he voiced his climax with a howl.

He rose, feeling dirty as usual.