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)
Master Zaid said something, but Troy could no longer even hear it, his eyes helplessly caught in his Master’s as his mouth was thoroughly used. Fuck, there was something so shameless, so dirty about this.
Troy closed his eyes, losing himself in the feeling of a cock moving inside his mouth, stretching his lips wide. He completely tuned out the conversation in the room, focusing only on Master Andreas’s fingers idly stroking his hair as he fucked his mouth. It felt… It felt nice. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone touched him with such gentleness. Like everyone in High Hronthar, he was an orphan without any family, and while he had a few friends, they weren’t really the type to touch each other. Being touched this way… feeling strong fingers rake over his scalp… it felt so damn nice. So pleasant. So different from his female Masters—they wanted him to touch them, and they rarely were very affectionate.
Troy barely registered Master Zaid leaving, all his senses focused on the fingers in his hair and the cock in his mouth. He felt warm. So very warm.
“Come up here,” Master Andreas said. “I want to finish in your ass.”
Disgustingly eager, Troy slipped his robe off and climbed into the man’s lap.
Dark eyes raked over his naked body, unreadable but intense, lingering on his hard cock. It took his Master only a moment to pull out the plug in his ass and replace it with his cock.
Troy’s mouth fell open in a silent moan as he was filled to the brim, the cock in him stretching him so damn good.
Maybe being the pleasure servant of this man wasn’t all that bad, after all.
It was his last thought for a long while.
Chapter Three
Troy wasn’t sure what it said about him that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept in his apartment. It had been a month since he started servicing Master Andreas, and he honestly struggled to remember the last time he had spent more than a few hours a day at his apartment in District One. Master Andreas’s mansion in the Masters’ district was the place he spent the majority of his time now, so it made sense to move some of his stuff to his room there. Just for convenience’s sake, of course. It simply wasn’t practical to leave his stuff at his apartment and constantly go back to it if he needed something.
Besides, Master Andreas didn’t seem to mind or give much of a damn what Troy was doing as long as he serviced him well and often. And Troy definitely serviced him well and often.
His plan to get himself fired was long forgotten by now. The job was… fine. That was the word, yep.
“Ah, ah, there,” he moaned into the carpet as Master Andreas’s cock pistoned in and out of him.
They were on the floor of the living room. They didn’t make it to the bedroom—Master Andreas had been on him the moment he arrived home, looking visibly agitated. It was a good thing Troy was still sloppy and stretched from their previous fuck—he didn’t even need to use the plug these days—so all it had taken was for his Master to pull his cock out and flip Troy’s robe up.
A firm hand squeezed his nape, pressing Troy’s face harder against the lush carpet. The hard cock inside him thrust in and out, Master Andreas’s body solid and heavy on top of him. It felt—gods—indescribable. The thickness in him, the firmness of that cock, stretching him, the weight of this man on top of him. It felt so emasculating, but so, so good. High-pitched whines left his mouth at every thrust, his cock aching, his balls heavy between his legs as Master Andreas fucked him hard.
“You love this,” the Master stated in a voice so low it sounded like a growl. He squeezed Troy’s neck and stopped thrusting. “Admit it.”
“I love it,” Troy babbled, incoherent with the need to be fucked, deeper, more. “Move, come on.”
“Beg.”
A month ago, he would have balked. He would have scoffed. A month ago he hadn’t been so addicted to this feeling.
“Please,” Troy said, trying to impale himself on the cock. “Please give it to me, Master. Please please please.”
And Master Andreas gave it to him.
His weight fully on top of Troy now, he pushed back into his sloppy hole and started fucking him hard and fast.
And Troy absolutely lost it, moaning in pure bliss. Yes, yes—yes—
He came so hard he saw stars, and then he came again when he felt his Master come, too—or at least it felt like it. He sighed in bliss, the telepathic pleasure loop almost too much. It had been happening more often lately, Master Andreas’s pleasure bleeding through his mental shields.
Or maybe it was Troy’s mental shields that were becoming compromised. Maybe he’d become too comfortable with this man and let his guard slip.