Sevastyan let him stay like that, supplicant and on display, before he reached out, dragging his thumb through the wetness his tongue had left on the softness in Rei’s center.
“You make me hungry, beautiful.”
“Master.” Rei trembled.
Sevastyan slid a hand beneath Rei, his palm turned upward. He stroked Rei’s lower belly, playing with the softness there wrapped over the hardness of Rei’s well-honed abdominals. He dragged his palm down, placing the heel of his hand just above Rei’s cock and applying pressure, forcing Rei’s ass to tilt higher. His other hand settled on the small of Rei’s back. He lifted Rei from the bed and brought Rei’s hole to his mouth.
He feasted, Rei’s legs draped over his arms, helplessly dangling. Rei gripped the ropes, his chest dragged down the mattress, his arms spread wide and stretched between the posts.
Sensation roared through Rei’s head. His limbs twitched and thrashed. Only years of training and discipline kept him from beating his feet against his master. He wept into the sheets until the static in his ears was louder than his breathing and the rising wave broke through his nerves, leaving him weak and floating, limp in Sevastyan’s grip. Sevastyan’s tongue was deep in his hole now. His master dragged his teeth along the soft tissue and bit down. Rei’s thighs spasmed, but the dreamlike drift had him firmly in its grasp. He didn’t even whimper as the pain crested and washed through him, passing without a sound leaving his lips.
“There you are,” Sevastyan whispered. He lowered Rei to the bed, straightening out his boy’s legs when he lay as he was placed.
Sevastyan reached for slick and spread it across Rei’s hole, swirling his fingers inside. Rei listened to the sounds of Sevastyan covering his cock with the same and then Sevastyan’s cock was kissing the rim of Rei’s entrance and sliding inside.
It was always so much, each time when Sevastyan would enter him again after a period of abstinence. But Rei was in that drifting place, his stomach feeling lower than the mattress, his mind beyond resistance. Sevastyan sank into Rei, into the space where he belonged, and Rei’s mind fell, surrendering his form to his master, the angel of his nightmares and dreams.
Sevastyan slid his hand under Rei’s hips, finding Rei’s cock. He squeezed, measuring Rei’s hardness in his grip. Then he released. It would be up to the angle of Sevastyan’s plundering whether or not Rei would come. He could neither touch himself nor beg for relief. In training he was often forbidden from finding release, but in these moments Sevastyan neither cared nor restricted.
Rei would come as Sevastyan pounded into him and Sevastyan would come sometime after as Rei writhed under him, overstimulated and driven to the edge of madness.
It came, a slow flood, filling Rei from above and below. Orgasms always started in his throat and rushed through his ribs down his belly to his loins. He anointed the bed as his master plunged deep into his channel. He tightened, spasming around the cock inside him. Sevastyan grunted, driving his hips deeper.
Rei’s body shook, overwrought and wrung out, covered in sweat, his face a mess of tears and other emissions from his nose and his mouth.
Sevastyan lay on him, his forehead pressed to Rei’s shoulder. He ground his hips in and flooded Rei’s innermost parts.
A few breaths later, his master reached for the ropes binding Rei to the posts, plucking the knots apart, leaving the strands still bound around Rei’s wrists. He rose up on his elbows, withdrawing from Rei’s hole and resting his body on the mattress alongside Rei.
Rei turned, curling into Sevastyan’s chest, pulling his arms in against his ribs, sobs racking his chest. Sevastyan wrapped Rei in his arms and trapped Rei’s legs beneath his own. Rei wept against Sevastyan’s chest until the world was quiet in his head and his breath came gently.
“Better, little one?” Sevastyan whispered.
Rei gripped at Sevastyan’s chest, feeling his pectorals beneath his palms. “Yes, Master.”
It was better. The tension was gone. His head was soft inside. He’d fallen apart again and Sevastyan had caught him, pinned him, and carried his broken pieces to the other side. His body was sore but loose. His lungs drew air in deeper.
Sevastyan shifted onto his back, inviting Rei to lie on his chest. Rei crawled on top of him, his legs spreading naturally to either side of Sevastyan’s hips, and Sevastyan stroked his back. He reached for the blankets and together they covered themselves.
Sevastyan checked the ropes on Rei’s wrists. “These can stay.”
Rei nodded. They would help. He’d wake with the reminder of what he was, what they were, of what they might face as they traveled west in the morning.
“Empty, Master,” Rei murmured against Sevastyan’s areola.
Sevastyan slid his hand down to Rei’s ass under the blankets. He pressed two fingers inside Rei’s pliant hole. “Sleep, little one.”
Episode 2
Ellisandre
“My lady?” Ellisandre set their bag on the chair just inside Linda Reevesworth’s condo door. Linda was nowhere in sight, but the shower ran in the distance. What sounded like a kids’ movie was playing in the guest room that had been recently renovated into young Dana’s personal space. Children. Perhaps they were inevitable. Alice’s voice came through the door, commenting on the show—the nineteen-year-old who had rescued and was now Dana’s primary attachment figure—so Dana was well occupied and watched. Ellisandre meandered towards the sound of the running shower in Linda’s room.
They pushed open the door to the master suite. Linda’s suit from the previous day lay over the back of the fainting couch. The covers of the bed were rumpled and pulled back. Shoes were scattered across the floor where Linda had kicked them off. Two of her briefcases and three of her purses were grouped together by the desk. Six sets of nearly identical eyeshadow pallets, all in muted neutrals, displayed themselves like sunbathers across the vanity.
Ellisandre sighed. They started on the bed first, straightening the sheets and pulling up the duvet. The shoes went back into the massive walk-in closet and the suit on a hanger, ready to be sent to the dry cleaners. They sorted through the makeup, tossing a broken brush in the trash and making a note to have it replaced. The drawer for eye shadow pallets was full. Ellisandre checked for duplicates, finding two and an old pallet that had been opened but never truly used. Perhaps Alice could use them. Come to think of it, a few of Linda’s old suits could be tailored down a few sizes to fit the teenager.
Room set mostly to rights, except for the purses and briefcases, Ellisandre let themselves into the bathroom. The room was full of steam. Linda was dancing by herself under the shower. The glass garbled the details of her bare body beneath the water, but there was no hiding her movements, the way her hands waved above her head and her hips swayed back and forth. Snatches of song came through the spray at intervals. Ellisandre crossed their arms and watched for a moment. For all that Linda was forty-one, in private she was still a child.
