“Yes. Please,” I said, stepping back a little to give him room to move.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He took my shoulders in his hands and turned me, until it was my back up against the wall, and then he slid his hand down my chest, just as I’d done to him, until he had my erection in his grasp. I couldn’t help the moan that rumbled out of my throat as his grip tightened and his hand moved. Yes, I was tired enough to pass out where I was standing. But it had also been over a week since I’d had the opportunity to jerk off, and more than a year since I’d had another man’s hands on me. Actually… oh, bloody hell, it was closer to two years, now.
Kade knew what he was doing, and I was equal parts relieved and aghast by that realisation. I still didn’t want to know exactly what he’d been forced to do as part of his training, but his level of skill was undeniable. His touch held just the right pressure, the right timing, and…
“Oh, fuck!” I blurted out, as I came all of a sudden, all over his hand and thigh. That had taken far less time than I’d expected.
Kade waited a moment for me to catch my breath, then turned to wash the evidence of my pleasure down the drain. Once he was clean, I reached around him to shut the water off. I threw a towel around my shoulders, then realised I hadn’t got one out for Kade, so I pulled one out of the linen hamper in the corner and wrapped it around him. “Is it okay if you sleep in my bed with me?” I asked him, knowing what the answer was going to be. And yet…
A cheeky smile lit his face, and he bit his lip in an adorably coy expression. “Yes, sir,” he purred, looking like the cat that had just got the cream.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kade
It was fine. Everything was fine. I lay in bed as the morning sun filtered around the blinds, trying to convince myself to relax and enjoy the moment. Because now that we were home, everything was going to be just fine.
It had taken my master several days to make use of my body because we’d been on a difficult mission in the jungle. He hadn’t taken me at the military base because… well, I wasn’t exactly sure why, but it could have been any combination of the small bed, the gloomy room, the presence of his colleagues in the rooms around us, or tiredness from the long trek.
But that was fine. Because he’d wanted to touch me last night.
Okay, so I’d all but bullied him into it, in the shower. I’d honestly thought that when he’d reminded me of the rules about sex, he’d been about to tell me to stop being so demanding and remember my place. But then he’d touched me.
And he’d allowed me to touch him. He’d climaxed in my hand. I was so proud of that. I had brought my master pleasure. So everything was fine.
So what if he’d only touched me with his hand? That was fine. There had been no kissing, or mouths in… other places. I was very talented with my mouth. Maybe one day, he would allow me to show him…
But he’d been very tired last night. Almost as soon as he’d crawled into bed, he’d been asleep. So maybe that was why it had only been hands. I’d lain awake and listened to him breathing for a long time, getting used to the slow rhythm of it, and being so very grateful that he was my master. He was a little unexpected at times. As he’d said, he didn’t know all the rules I’d been taught during my training, which was quite unusual for a master. But he’d given me food, and let me sleep in his bed, and touched me in the shower, instead of telling me to stop misbehaving. This was going to be fine.
I lay still, listening to the soft rasp of his breath and wishing that more of his body was touching mine. He was facing away from me, and the curve of his buttock was pressed very lightly against my right thigh as I lay on my back. But that was the only place we were touching. I wanted to roll over and press myself against his back. But that would wake him up. And waking masters for anything less than a dire emergency was very bad behaviour.
As the minutes drifted by, I became aware that my dick was hardening again. It had done it all by itself in the shower last night, and it seemed to have taken a mind to doing the same thing this morning. That, unfortunately, was one thing I hadn’t learned to control. I was exceptionally good at holding back a climax, having been taught quite thoroughly how disobedient it was to experience pleasure without permission. But I’d never been very good at willing an erection away. Dimari who were trained as erotic companions received much more thorough instruction in the erotic arts. They could harden or soften at will, and could even come on command. Though my trainers had attempted to teach me that trick, I’d needed to spend far more time on combat training, so they’d let the more advanced sexual education slide.
But despite my dick’s ideas, I was well aware that I was not likely to be allowed another orgasm today. Masters liked to make their dimari work for their pleasure. I would have to do something more helpful to earn his hands on me again.
My master’s breathing changed, and he snuffled his face into his pillow before pulling back and stretching, his long legs stiff and straight, down the bottom half of the bed. He turned to face me, his hair mussed, his eyes half closed, and I expected him to tell me to get up and go and make breakfast. At the base yesterday morning, a lot of the humans in the canteen had been eating either bread or pastries for breakfast, and more than half of them had selected little pots of sliced fruit as well. We hadn’t bought any fruit yesterday, but I was sure I could prepare some bread with some sort of spread on it without needing further instructions.
But to my surprise, instead of kicking me out of the warm cocoon of his bed, my master wriggled closer and wrapped an arm around my chest, and then slid one leg over mine. “Morning,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again as he used my shoulder as a pillow. He sighed, making a comfortable little humming noise, then asked, “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, sir,” I replied. I’d slept as well as I ever did. Which was to say, fitfully. I woke easily. I suffered from vivid and convoluted dreams. And even in my dreams, I was constantly aware of the need to please, to obey, to not take too much pleasure for myself.
Thankfully, though, I had long passed the stage where I’d panic if I woke in a strange place, unable to remember where I was. These days, I didn’t sleep deeply enough to lose track of my surroundings entirely, and I’dinstantly remembered going to sleep in my master’s bed when I’d woken this morning.
My master didn’t move again for a long moment, and he apparently didn’t require me to move, either. I let my body relax again, feeling his warmth pressed against me, and it occurred to me that this was… nice. He had hair on his legs – where as I had no hair anywhere other than on my head – and it was very slightly abrasive against my scales. His fingers were tracing patterns on my chest, which I found oddly soothing, and I felt my eyes drifting shut again. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been allowed to simply relax. My cock was still making its desires known, tenting the blanket a little over my groin, but given my climax yesterday, I was able to ignore it relatively easily.
Slowly, over the course of several minutes, I began to notice that my master’s body was becoming more tense. His soothing stroking had stopped, and his breathing had become uneven. Finally, he lifted his head, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me.
“Kade?” he asked, in the sort of tone that I was quickly learning meant he was going to ask me a very confusing question.
“Yes, sir?” I asked, turning to look at him.
“If I give you an order that’s a long term thing, then that would work for you, right? Like, for example, if I said the floor needs to be vacuumed once a week, then would you do it every week, or would I have to tell you to do it every time?”
I shook my head. “No, you would only have to tell me once. My education was very thorough. I’m equipped to understand a high degree of nuance and abstraction. I’m generally trained to respond to the intention of an order, rather than sticking to the exact terms of it.”
“For example?” my master queried.
“As a simple example, if you told me to stay here, then left the house to go shopping, I would interpret that to mean ‘stay here, in the house’, not ‘stay here, in bed’. As a more complex one, when we were in the jungle facing the Culrads, you told me to hold my fire. I understood that to mean not to shoot them, but only for as long as they weren’t directly threatening you.”
