Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

It had to be done sooner or later. In his search for a remedy, Xavier believed more and more that having his slave would set things straight once more.

Cory tried to put on a neutral face as he broke Ayn the news. The beautiful brunet bit on his lower lip in annoyance.

“Shit. What am I going to do?”

“You just do what I told you. Relax, let him do his thing, and it will be over. There is no point in fighting. You will only end up hurt.”

“I’m going to end up hurt anyway,” Ayn said morosely. “There is no way he can put his fucking cock inside me, without breaking me.”

Cory sighed. Ayn could not understand and was incredibly stubborn, on top of it all. Cory had tried to tell him that it could be pleasurable, but the brunet had just frowned and shook his head.

“I’ll fucking bleed to death,” the slave added and Cory caressed his shoulder briefly.

“If he’s pleased with you, he’ll let you roam free. Even give you some clothes. At some point, he will let you come shopping with me. Then I will show you all the ins and outs of the city. You will be able to plan your escape.”

Ayn seemed to feel a bit encouraged by Cory’s words.

“Alright, alright, I’ll try. But I’m so sure he will have to strangle me first before fucking me.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Stop talking like that,” Cory chided him. “It hurts at first, but remember to relax. He is going to use lube, it’s not like he’s going in dry. Just think of something nice while he’s fucking you and it will be over in no time.”

The servant didn’t have the heart to tell Ayn Xavier had great staying power. The brunet was way too scared to hear about that.

Xavier was naked in his bed when Ayn was gently pushed inside by Cory. His eyes lingered on the beautiful young body, his cock stirring in anticipation.

“You can go now, Cory.”

He sensed the hesitation in his servant for a brief moment. Cory was really growing attached to the slave. He was behaving quite like a mother hen around Ayn, and Xavier was finding it amusing. Right now, however, he had to send Cory off. He wanted to be alone with his property.

Almond shaped eyes followed him with apprehension as he rose from the bed and got closer. He could tell Ayn’s eyes were drawn to his sex, although the slave tried hard to avert them as soon as they got there.

The boy was scared. Unlike the first days, when he’d been clueless, now he knew what was going to happen. Xavier wanted to bury himself in that virgin ass and claim ownership. That would make him feel whole.

Still, Ayn’s lovely eyes filled with worry were forcing him to look back, at the moment he had taken Lucas despite the man’s warnings about loss. With Ayn, he didn’t want to lose.

He caressed the sinewy arms, going upwards, until his hands reached the young man’s neck. His thumbs caressed a very nervous Adam’s apple, bobbing up and down. Then he cupped the boy’s cheeks in his palms and drew him slowly in, for a kiss.

Apparently, it had not been what the slave had expected. A small whimper escaped his lips, as he was being kissed slowly, tenderly. Their eyes met briefly as Xavier broke the kiss.

“Cory tells me you are learning the language,” Xavier said softly.

The slave did not seem to understand. His face scrunched into a frown. Xavier caressed his chest slowly.

“Ayn,” he whispered and took the slave’s hand and placed it over his heart.

“Master,” the brunet whispered back, and Xavier pulled him back into his arms to kiss him again.

Slowly, he guided the youngster towards the bed, until they landed on it, Xavier on top, ravenous with desire. He loved kissing the men he brought to bed, but, in Ayn’s lips, reluctant, yet hungry, he felt something else that was fueling his hunger for tongue and kisses, instead of quenching it. He was not willing, at least not yet, to move forward.

His left hand traveled lower, finding purchase in Ayn’s member. He noted with satisfaction how the young man was starting to get hard. Slowly peeling the foreskin, he gave Ayn’s cock a tentative tug, and the slave arched into his touch.

Xavier pushed Ayn’s knees apart, to get closer. His own engorged cock pushed inside the slave’s thigh, making the brunet stiffen all of a sudden.

“I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, but the slave did not seem to understand, regardless of how softly the words had been spoken.

His hand searched blindly for the lube he had placed next to the bed earlier. He coated his fingers while trying to distract Ayn’s attention with another long kiss. At least this was something the slave seemed to enjoy.

Pushing between firm butt cheeks, his fingers found purchase in the tight puckered hole. The brunet’s body showed no sign of giving in, though. It remained hard and unyielding and Xavier was starting to grow frustrated.

He wasn’t going to repeat the same mistake he’d done with Lucas. He wanted the hard beautiful body beneath him to surrender on its owner’s accord, without the use of force. He withdrew his hand, resting it on the young man’s ball sack, caressing it.

“Waiting is maddening, you know, Ayn,” he spoke, while his deft fingers rolled the slave’s testes in circular motions. “But I will try,” he promised, oblivious to the small sparkle of surprise in deep dark eyes.

Soon enough, they were embraced tightly, rubbing their bodies against one another, Ayn merely clinging on Xavier’s slightly larger frame, as the master of the house was dry humping him with all his might.

There was a clash of wills there, and soon enough, the slave picked up the pace, meeting each heavy thrust with his own. The tender flesh of their organs was being abused in the process, yet it looked like they did not care.

Breathing heavily, Xavier let himself slide on Ayn’s body, until he reached the floor with his knees. Unceremoniously, he dragged the slave by one leg, forcing him to stand on his ass on the edge of the bed.

There was a short moment, of acceptance from Xavier’s part, and of realization from Ayn’s, as the most powerful man in Drena sank to his knees, and buried his head in his slave’s crotch. When wet lips connected with the smooth skin on the slave’s luscious with precum cock head, Ayn voiced his pleasure from the top of his lungs.

The door opened slowly, without a sound. Cory stood there, fresh towels in his hands, taking in the scene before his eyes, his mouth agape. His master, the man he feared, along with most people in Drena, was servicing his slave with his mouth, while Ayn’s strong hands were guiding his head to take him in deeper.