Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“Talking?” Cory seemed surprised. “About what?”

“About all kinds of crazy shit. Of course, I pretend I understand squat, so I just stay there, while he keeps my hand and goes about his stuff.”

“Could you please tell me more?” Cory sat on the sofa, next to Ayn, his curiosity picked.

“Yeah, it’s basically the same stuff, with some variations. At first, he starts telling me about his day at work, like I’m his wife. Then he starts talking about the jerk-offs in a committee or something like that.”

Ayn stopped for a second. Cory pushed him a little to make him talk again. Like awaken from a dream, the slave continued.

“He sounds a bit … scared sometimes. And sad. He talks about how he never knew his parents. Did you know that even the most powerful guys in the city are raised by some monks?”

“The trainers?” Cory could not believe his ears.

“Yeah, them. By the way, your Lucas is not from around here.”

“Good to know,” Cory murmured.

“After he talks and talks until I almost fall asleep, he jumps me again. This time, it’s about him though. He loves coming on me. I think he’s trying to mark me; I think one day I’ll get out of there with spunk in my ears. And he comes like a hose, the perv,” Ayn added, a bit embarrassed all of a sudden.

“That is so strange,” Cory mused.

“Hey, those sandwiches?” Ayn pushed him playfully. “They won’t make themselves. Just kidding, let’s go to the kitchen together.”

Cory’s heart was beating wildly against his chest as the door bell chimed playfully. He had no idea who else was going to be around Lucas’s penthouse. Lucas most probably had his own servants, so that was announcing to be an awkward experience. Was alright for all lords to flaunt their preferences like that? Servants were not on the same footing with slaves who were meant for pleasure, and could be used by masters inclined to do so. Making use of servants was tolerated, but somewhat frowned upon. He’d heard on more than one occasion how Xavier’s proclivities with servants in particular were quite a gossip subject in most salons, at parties, or in private. Being lord protector had its perks, though, so Xavier didn’t really care about what others were saying. Or so Cory thought. Ayn was telling him some really crazy things he didn’t know about his master, like the fact that he was worried about his position, as the most important master in Drena.

It was Lucas, not a servant, as he expected, who opened the door. There was a short, intense moment, during which Cory’s baby blues sank in Lucas’s beautiful green eyes. The young servant was dragged inside by a strong hand, and he was pushed against the wall, as he heard the entrance door slamming shut with a loud thump. There were lips everywhere as he was lifted off the ground as if he weighed nothing.

There were no other pairs of eyes to witness their long waited communion. So Cory kissed back, allowing himself to pour all the passion he’d kept secret for such a long time. He felt strong hands cupping his ass, parting his butt cheeks, digging into the thin fabric of his uniform, almost ripping it. He whimpered against Lucas’s deft tongue that was skillfully probing his hot cavern. Cory wanted out of his clothes too, to be completely naked against the man’s powerful frame.

Slowly, Lucas put him down. “Sorry, Cory,” his voice sounded hoarse, uneven, “I seem to have lost control for a bit.”

Cory didn’t care. He wanted Lucas to lose control over him. There was nothing more fulfilling, mind blowing than to think that a man as beautiful and smart and kind as Lucas wanted him so badly that he was willing to forget his manners.

He was taken by the hand to be guided inside a lavish dining room. The dinner table had been arranged for two, and Cory felt uneasiness washing over him. There had to be a servant around, ready to wait on them. What was that servant going to think, seeing Cory being showered in so much attention by one of the most powerful masters in the city?

It looked as if Lucas could read his mind. “There will only be the two of us tonight. No one will interrupt us.”

Cory’s eyes grew wide, then he bit his lower lip.

“What is it?” Lucas asked, suddenly concerned.

“Would it be alright, lord Lucas, if I said…” Cory gulped, blushing, but continued, “that I do not care about food?”

Lucas turned him so they could face each other. Calloused fingers caressed Cory’s well defined lips. “Are you anxious to see my bedroom, Cory? And please drop the lord part, I’m just Lucas here” he joked, but his voice was becoming low, silkier, filled with innuendo.

The servant did not offer an answer. Instead he sank to his knees and searched blindly for Lucas’s zipper. He looked up, his hands trembling, wanting nothing but to see acceptance and encouragement in deep green eyes.

“Cory,” Lucas whispered, and placed a warm hand atop the servant’s blond head.

It was just what Cory needed. Eyes half mast, his fingers circling the man’s silky shaft, he brought his prize to his lips. It was amazing how males could be so similar, yet so different. Lucas’s organ felt real and hard in his hand, steel draped in silk, and its musky smell was making him dizzy. He could feel the expensive soap smell, but even clean, the man’s organ held a certain fragrance he wanted to imprint in his memory.

Along with its taste, he thought, as he engulfed Lucas’s member in his mouth, working the shaft with his tongue and his hand in the same time.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Naughty Cory, do you want an appetizer first?” Lucas teased, as his hands were caressing Cory’s head, holding him steady so he could see about his little oral fixation.

It was not polite to talk with his mouth full, so he just tried to nod. Soon enough, his wish was granted, as Lucas came, with a small grunt, in his mouth. The hands continued to keep him there, not forcibly, but caring, caressing all the time, and he reveled in the sensation of having the man he’d wanted for so long, the only one who counted, whose smell and taste and touch wanted to remember forever.