Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“Where do you think you’re going?” Antoine grabbed him and forced him back on the bed.

“I need to wash,” he said curtly. “Master has to be home soon.”

“No, you won’t wash. Keep my jizz inside. Know it’s there,” Antoine said, his beautiful face twisted by a nasty smile. “Know who owns you, bitch.”

Dion’s lips trembled. He’d been too quick to think Antoine would finish with him so easily.

“Please, Antoine,” he begged, his eyes shiny with tears. “Master gets mad if I do not look perfect. He’ll know you and I…”

“So? Let him know. That keeps him on his toes. This is the difference between you and me, Dion. I don’t let anyone make a bitch out of me.”

Ayn was resting his head against the cold bars of his cage, with a bleak look on his face. He jolted when Cory walked in.

“He’s going to do this until he’s satisfied, isn’t he?” he murmured, and Cory nodded.

“He wants to give you a name,” the servant spoke, looking sideways.

“Like hell he does,” Ayn spat.

“A name is nothing but a word,” Cory tried to appease the slave.

“I refuse,” the slave uttered through clenched teeth.

Cory sighed. “Look, I know it’s hard.”

“No, you don’t. He fucked you like an animal in front of me, and you got up from there as nothing happened.”

Cory cringed. “It’s not like I…”

“No, it’s admirable, I think. You have a strength inside you, Cory, which I don’t. I won’t let him have his way with me. He’ll have to kill me to do that.”

“Shut up,” Cory’s voice became sharp. “You know nothing. Do you think he’ll care if you die? He may get frustrated over it, but otherwise, you’ll be nothing but a stupid slave who’s never really cared about freeing himself. I will teach you how to enjoy it. Don’t waste your life for a fuck!”

Ayn stared at Cory in disbelief. Cory seemed surprised with his own harsh words, too. Breathing a bit faster, he continued.

“We’ll pretend I’m teaching you the language. I’ll let him know your name. I will tell him anything needed so that he goes easy on you, but you will have to do your part. Once you are out of the cage for good, we can start planning your escape. It won’t be easy, and there will be danger ahead. But I won’t let you…”

For some reason, his mouth became dry. Ayn looked at him in awe.

“You really are something, Cory,” he said with something akin to affection in his voice. “I’ve never let anyone, you know … I’ve never depended on someone else. But with you, I feel like I can trust you with my life.”

~A Good Servant~

Cory was waiting for his master’s arrival, sitting quietly in the large living room. He had to play his part convincingly. Xavier was no stupid man.

When his master entered the house, he hurried to welcome him.

“Great news, master,” he said excitedly. “I learned your slave’s name!”

“Really?” Xavier stopped from taking out his gloves to hand them to his servant.

“I am trying to teach him our language so that you can communicate with him.”

“That’s very thoughtful, Cory,” Xavier caressed the boy’s head. “So what’s his name?”

“He’s called Ayn,” Cory looked up, his face all a smile.

“Ayn…” the master let the name roll on his tongue. “What did you teach him so far?”

“I taught him the word ‘master’,” Cory added, and was rewarded with a smile.

“Very good, Cory, very good. You are, indeed, the best servant any master could wish for. Please prepare the master bedroom. I want something erotic, but not romantic. Behind the drapes on the left, you will find a hidden closet. Take what you find there, and use your imagination to prepare the room. I am counting on you.”

“But, master, Ayn needs more preparation to…” Cory started, alarmed.

“Worried about your friend?” Xavier smiled, and Cory made himself small. Luckily, there was no afterthought in that casually spoken word. “It’s not for Ayn,” he said mysteriously.

Cory felt his heart beating fast.

“It’s not for you, either,” Xavier added. “I can get you do anything I want with a snap of my fingers. No, it is for someone who must be taught a lesson. Someone I have to fight with to make him submit.”

The servant felt a cold chill on his back. He did not dare to guess who Xavier was talking about.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Cory could not stop the feeling of dread engulfing him, as he was taking out the items from the hidden safe in the wall, as indicated by his master. He had seen some of them before; others, he could only guess what they were for. His knowledge on inflicting pain while striving to chase elusive pleasure was marginal, at best. Xavier hadn’t seemed so bent on playing rough, except for his usual domineering and arrogant attitude that made the man feel like he was entitled to everything and everyone happening in his path.

He started first to drape the room in deep rich red. New curtains had been delivered, and he knew what they were for. He threw the black silk cover on the bed, making sure to tuck it in, and adjusted a few creases. What was Xavier planning?