Masters did not do this. At least, we’d never been taught that they did. Dimari were expected to do it to their masters, but not the other way around. And so, nothing like this had ever been done to me before. I pulled back hard on my desire to come. Years of training made it an automatic reaction to intense desire. I was not to come until he had…
But no. He had already given me permission. Whenever I was ready, he’d said.
But I wasn’t ready. Oh, physically, I very much was. But I didn’t want this to end yet. Because when it ended, he would take his mouth off me, and I had no idea when I might ever get the chance to feel this again.
One of his hands stroked up and down the sensitive scales on the inside of my thigh. I could feel my concentration slipping, and a moment later, my entire body flushed blue. That was odd. It hadn’t happened when I’d been in training. But being with my master was so much more intense; the fulfilment of a lifelong dream, fantasy made real. There was no way I could maintain my colours and hold back my orgasm at the same time.
He pulled off me for a moment, and I was worried he’d decided this was already over. But instead, he just said, “Whenever you’re ready, Kade,” then went right back to work. I gave some sort of garbled response, spreading my legs further, wondering how I was ever going to last when we got to the point where he was inside me. On top of me. Holding me down with his weight, demanding I open for his intrusion…
I came in a rush, my master pulling back so that my release splattered all over my abdomen. The initial wave of pleasure dimmed into a second rolling crest, and then a third. I groaned, back arched, eyes closed, hips rocking as I chased the last tendrils of pleasure. Stars, my master waswonderful.
I opened my eyes again when I felt a soft rasp against my scales, and looked down to see my master cleaning me off with a handful of tissues. He saw me watching him and smirked. “Does that always happen? The blue, I mean?”
I was still breathless. “It shouldn’t. I’m sorry. I can try to…”
“It’s fine,” he interrupted me. “I like it. I was just curious.” My master was wearing a pair of underpants, but his erection was thick and hard inside the material. As I watched, he lay down beside me, lifted his hips, and stripped the fabric down his legs. His erection sprang up, slightly shorter than mine, but noticeably thicker. He looked at me with mischief in his eyes. “Think you can take care of that for me?” he asked, with a nod towards his erection.
“Yes, sir.” I scrambled down the bed until I was situated between his legs. I didn’t hesitate, just took him into my mouth, as far as I could fit him, and massaged my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I didn’t know him well enough yet to know whether he liked to come quickly, or to draw it out, so I went reasonably slowly, licking him, sucking him, then backing off a little, as I tried to gauge his reactions. He seemed content to let things progress slowly, moaning occasionally, giving little bits of encouragement; “Oh yes. Just like that. Harder, just right there… Yes, Kade, please…” Eventually, his hips started to lift, attempting to thrust into my mouth, so I sped up my motions, working him harder, holding him steady with my hand as I bobbed my head over him. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he blurted out, andthough the dimari were all trained to let their masters come in their mouths, since he had pulled away, I did the same, letting his come splatter over his belly. It occurred to me that there were an awful lot of details I would have to learn about his likes and dislikes, despite the extensive education in sex I’d already received.
My master lay sprawled on the bed, legs akimbo, arm thrown over his eyes. His heaving chest slowed, and then he lifted his arm, peering down the bed at me. “You were right,” he said, with a soft, sappy expression. “You’re very good with your mouth.”
I grinned, then tried to hide it.
“Would you mind going and getting a washcloth to clean this up?” he asked, indicating the mess on his stomach. “Wet sheets are never fun.”
I hopped off the bed and fetched a cloth from the bathroom. I was halfway back to his room before I realised I should have run the cloth under warm water, instead of cold, so I ducked back again and corrected the oversight. He lay still while I cleaned him up, watching me with an oddly studious expression. I rinsed the cloth out, back in the bathroom, then returned to the bedroom. Would he want me to make breakfast now? But he was tucked back under the sheets, and he held up the corner as I arrived, a silent invitation for me to join him. I slid into bed and he snuggled up beside me, apparently content to rest for a bit longer. I had a harder time relaxing. Surely there were chores to be doing? Things to clean? Food to prepare? Bills to organise? All dimari were trained in the basics of domestic household management, along with whatever speciality they learned, and I felt negligent, just lying here. But he hadn’t yet told me much about my duties in the house. So short of irritating him with a hundred questions – which would most certainly not be good behaviour – I had little else to do but lie in bed with him.
But that was fine. He’d touched me. He’d enjoyed my body. He’d rewarded me with more pleasure, showing that he truly was pleased with me. I’d just been anxious before, and he’d well and truly proven I had nothing to worry about. Neglected household duties aside, I felt a pleased little smile settle on my lips. This was not just fine. This was wonderful.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Aiden
The fact that I didn’t have any spare sets of clothes for Kade had generated what I could only call consternation in my flighty dimari. He’d been darting around the house all morning, in a borrowed pair of my cargo pants and an old t-shirt that was slightly too big for me. He’d rushed to make breakfast, but I got the impression it was more from nervousness than from a desire to please. He’d fretted about whether to run the dishwasher yet – not necessary, I’d told him firmly – and then offered to water the potted plants in the little courtyard outside my kitchen. The plants were fairly hardy, and it had rained a couple of days ago, so I told him not to bother. I was going to have to put together a schedule of chores for him, sooner, rather than later.
“Here’s a pair of socks,” I told him, when we’d eaten and tidied up. “We’re going shopping. So put these and your boots on, and I’ll get you a jacket to wear.” It was early autumn, but there was a cool breeze blowing in from the north today, so there was a chance it would be chilly.
“Yes, sir,” he replied, eyeing the socks like they were going to bite him, before taking them and sitting on the edge of the sofa to put them on. Was it something about wearing his master’s clothes? Or just not knowing all the details about how to look after the house? Or was there something else going on that I was missing? He’d reverted to his brown colouration when we’d finally got out of bed, and I was going to have to talk to him about that at some point, as well.
When I got back to the living room with the jacket I’d chosen for him, he eyed the front door warily. “Will I need my weapons?” he asked.
Oh fuck. We were going to have to have a serious talk about the appropriate role of knives and knuckledusters. “No, you do not need weapons of any sort for social occasions,” I told him firmly. “Weapons are for military missions only. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” he replied quickly.
We took the train into the service hub – a quick, ten minute trip – and I led Kade into the shopping centre. It was a bright, airy place, with dozens of small boutique shops selling everything from clothing, to garden supplies, to household appliances.
Several years ago, in response to the growing number of dimari being abandoned on our planet, the Rendol Parliament had instated a social provision law that meant that every person who was bonded by a dimari was given two thousand credits as a start-up fund, to buy the dimari clothes, furniture, a comm, and any personal effects they might need. I hadn’t yet got around to registering Kade, but I had plenty of money in my bank account, so I figured I could buy the essentials now, and worry about the difference when I received the government provision.
And today, we needed to get him a full wardrobe of clothes. I started with a shop selling casual wear; jeans, t-shirts, and the like. “We’re going to need to get you plenty of casual clothes, a few things for more formal occasions – button down shirts and slacks – and something dark for the funeral on Friday,” I told him. As we’d left the house, I’d received a message on my comm from Major Glech, letting me know that Hanes and Revier’s funeral would be at the end of the week.
“Do you have any particular preference for colours?” I asked Kade, sifting through a rack of t-shirts. They came in a wide variety of sizes, designed to cater for everything from a tiny Derelian to a massive Denzogal. This particular shop hadn’t separated them into species-specific sizes, so we were left to rummage through a bit of everything.
Kade hesitated. “I am here to serve your desires, sir,” he said, which stalled a little of my enthusiasm.
“Okay,” I said, turning to face him. “I don’t have any particular desires regarding the colour of the clothes you wear – as I said, with the exception of something dark for the funeral. So, do you generally like bright colours? Natural colours? Do you like to stand out or blend in?”
Kade looked well and truly baffled. He looked at the rows of shirts, then back at me. “I don’t understand, sir.”
