Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
The Master’s dark eyes swept over him dispassionately. “Turn.”
Troy turned.
There was a painting on the wall. It depicted something abstract and ugly. Troy wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be looking at. Art could be weird like that.
“Why are you so nervous?”
Suppressing the urge to deny it—he knew he had no hope of fooling such a powerful telepath—Troy said, “You’re my first male employer.” But the man had probably already known that. Masters could access all information about the pleasure servants, including their employment history. Master Andreas couldn’t possibly have missed that Troy hadn’t had a single male Master in the five years since he’d become a pleasure servant.
“Turn back.”
Troy turned back.
Master Andreas studied him, his gaze calculating. “Why did you choose to be a pleasure servant if you’re scared of your job?”
Troy nearly laughed. Failed initiates with his looks didn’t have much of a choice in the career they wished to pursue. Or rather, they were strongly encouraged to choose this career. And frankly, until now, Troy hadn’t minded his job. It was very well paid, and sex was fun—he generally didn’t mind pleasuring the female Masters who had employed him.
But this was different.
“I’m not scared of my job,” he said. “I’m a little nervous because of my lack of experience with men.” With bottoming for men, he added mentally. He had hooked up with quite a few men in the past, but that had been on his terms.
The Master’s lips thinned. “I just skimmed your file—I didn’t know about your lack of experience. That complicates things.”
Hope flared inside him. “You can still choose another servant,” Troy said, trying not to look too hopeful. “Someone more experienced with men.”
Master Andreas’s gaze swept over him from head to toe.
Troy licked his lips, acutely aware of his nudity in a way he never had been in his life. Pleasure servants were taught not to be ashamed of their bodies. Troy usually didn’t mind people looking at him. He knew he was objectively good-looking. All pleasure servants were, and he was no exception. He was pretty tall, and he was in great shape, his body toned with muscle. People seemed to like the combination of sultry green eyes and messy brown hair with golden highlights. His finely shaped, cherry-red lips also attracted attention—women loved it when he ate them out and men loved having Troy’s lips around their cocks before he fucked them. But now Troy couldn’t help but wonder how much his looks would appeal to a man who wanted to fuck him.
For the first time in his life, he wished he were ugly.
“That won’t be necessary,” Master Andreas finally said. “You’ll do.”
Nice.
“I’m just worried that I won’t be able to service you up to your usual standards,” Troy said, choosing his words carefully. He couldn’t afford to offend this man.
Master Andreas’s lips curled. “My standards are low. All I need is a tight hole around my cock.”
Troy would have choked had he been drinking.
As it was, he stared at this man’s impassive face, unable to believe that those words had really come out of his mouth.
What was he even supposed to say to that?
“Do you know how to prepare yourself?” the Master said. “That’s the only relevant skill you will need.”
Troy hated the heat rushing to his face. Fuck, he wasn’t even the blushing type, but he felt so wrong-footed here. He was a man. He did the fucking. He wasn’t used to being treated like a hole. “I do,” he said in a stiff voice, crossing his arms over his chest. “But it’s been years since my training and I didn’t exactly get practice with my former employers.”
“Then you’ll have to practice. I will need you at my beck and call at all times, always ready for me. I don’t want to waste time on preparing you.”
Troy bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to keep his expression impassive. “I don’t understand, Master. What is the urgency?”
Master Andreas looked away. “I’m an absorber.”
Troy frowned, trying to remember the half-forgotten knowledge that had been drilled into him when he was an initiate. Right—many of the Masters had special gifts. Absorbers were telepaths who could sense and feel other people’s sexual urges. The gift was considered one of the most inconvenient gifts a telepath could have. It was rarely useful, and Masters who had this talent normally didn’t advertise it.
But now it made sense why Master Andreas would need a pleasure servant at his beck and call: he was probably sexually frustrated all the time because of his gift.
“My gift is inconvenient,” the Master said, as if reading his thoughts. “It distracts me from my work; that’s why I need the services of a pleasure servant. I am a busy man. I have neither the patience nor the time to waste on sex. I’ll be using you often but it should take as little of my time as possible. I require efficiency. For that, you’ll have to keep yourself prepared at all times. Is that clear?”