Kyle felt the air clear around him, slowly winding down in Marius' strong arms, his vision coming back. He turned to face Marius, those blue eyes filled with concern, worry, sadness and Kyle disentangled himself from his arms to pull Marius down into a kiss, his hands in his raven hair.
He breathed into his mouth. “I want to be with you, dominus...” Even if he wasn’t sure... this was what he felt then, feeling the man moan into his mouth, taking over, deepening their kiss, kissing away his tears, rubbing them off with his thumbs.
Marius didn’t care anymore if he was lying or not. He had no doubts, and their raging emotions pushed them into a desperately intense coupling, letting their doubts and fears flow freely, letting the blinding pleasure burn them to crisps.
They lay together for ages, tangled in the sheets, their bodies drenched, the soft summer breeze cooling their skin and Marius bit down gently on Kyle’s neck, licking the soft, salty skin.
“Mine...” He growled, and Kyle smiled up at him.
“I am yours, dominus...”
V
Twoweekshadpassedsince that night and Marius and Kyle’s relationship slowly evolved into a more intimate one. Marius wanted Kyle in his bedroom every night and essentially elevated him to being his bed slave. The young slave learned to adjust to this, so different from his previous life, yet very much the same.
Meanwhile, the engagement ceremony was fast approaching, and Marius’ nervousness grew, his anguish making his temper flare more often.
He was getting ready for work one morning and struggled to buckle his armor, his brows furrowed, his lips pinched in frustration. Kyle walked up to him and helped with the strap, pulling it tight and Marius sighed. “Thank you... honestly, I was going crazy...”
Kyle raised his grey eyes to him and kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue into his mouth. He felt the man relax, and he bathed in Marius' scent, laced with the leathery smell of his armor.
Marius stood, slightly dazed, his anger wiped. “Oh, my... I wish I could stay.”
Kyle smiled and pushed him away lightly. “You’ll be late, dominus.”
He rolled his eyes. “True...”
He hurried downstairs and left at a brisk pace, his worry chewing at him again.
Kyle went to get Brianna. He wanted to work with her in the garden where they had renovated the fishpond. He had planned to plant more water lilies and set to work, standing in the pond. Brianna sat on the side and fed the fish, the glittering golden and copper fish lazily swimming to her, some snatching the food out of her palms.
She spoke, her voice soft. “Dominus will get married soon...”
Kyle glanced at her, his face grim. Marriage was on their minds, and soon, a new domina and with it, the unknown. He sighed. “Yes...”
Brianna looked at him. “How is she?”
Kyle shrugged, busy with planting the white and pink flowers. “I don’t know. She’s called Seraphina, that’s all I know.” He smiled at Brianna, seeing her worried look. “Dominus chose her carefully, so let’s hope she’ll be fine.”
But Brianna's face darkened. “And if she’s not nice?”
Kyle straightened, his voice soft. “Let’s not worry about this right now...”
The girl looked at him. “When she’ll be here, will you still sleep with dominus?”
Kyle’s words caught... he hadn’t really thought about this... He frowned, trying to sound reassuring. “I suppose I’ll know then...”
Brianna’s eyes didn’t leave him. “Does dominus hurt you?”
Kyle sighed, slightly frowning. “I am not sure young girls like you should discuss such topics.”
The look in her eyes gave him the chills. “Our master liked my friend Kyle, and one day, he didn’t come out of that room... they brought him out wrapped in a sheet...”
Her eyes welled with tears, and he stepped out of the pond, lacing his arms around her. “He doesn’t hurt me... don’t worry, Bri.” She sniffed, and he rocked her gently, his mind drifting back to times when he’d also thought he’d never leave Lucius’ room alive. He shivered slightly, shutting his eyes to his memories.
They went to do the laundry yard then, Lisandra already there, and she was knee-deep in the washing trough, her eyes blazing when she saw him.
Her dress was wet and plastered to her body. “About time! Where were you?”
