Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“Go give him the same treatment you were giving Ayn just now,” Xavier ordered, knowing well Lucas would hear his words, and wonder what Cory had been doing until now.

Cory obeyed and knelt between Lucas’s parted knees. He touched the perfect mounds with reverence and slid his tongue on the ass crack, making sure to apply enough pressure so that Lucas could feel him. His head was spinning, filled with the sensation of touching Lucas, the man ever present in his dreams, in such an intimate manner. Except for that encounter, when he’d been a servant to Xavier for just a few days, he had never been so close to Lucas.

He kissed and licked the man’s secret entrance. He had heard how Lucas had never let anyone in there. He knew it was a matter of minutes until that was going to change.

Under his ministrations, Lucas’s breath grew deeper, ragged. Cory closed his eyes and caressed the man’s hole with his lips. He was not just giving a rim job; he was making love to his beloved’s prized entrance.

“Enough,” he heard Xavier, and suddenly he was pushed aside, to let his master enter Lucas in one go, making the knelt man gasp. “Don’t try to keep your voice down, Lucas. Feel free to scream or curse, or blame me for having Cory prepare you so you can get your body ravaged by me.”

No sound came, except for a few grunts here and there. “Quite the stoic, aren’t you?” Xavier slammed inside his friend’s body over and over again, like a madman.

Beside him, Cory was turning livid. The servant felt his chest aching, witnessing the vile ways of his master. His heart went to Lucas, but he could do nothing. Nothing. It was what he was, after all. Nothing else but a tool, to be used by an unforgiving master who held nothing holy in his heart. Not even friendship.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

His master’s quickened breathing let him know that Xavier was close. As Xavier rose to his feet, one minute later, he heard the short order.

“Clean up this mess.”

He hurried to comply. With trembled hands, he caressed the man’s ass again and closed his lips on his now ravaged entrance, to suck out the liquid pumped by force into him. Xavier thought that was humiliating to them both. Little he knew that Cory thought of it as at least an attempt at healing. There was going to be no trace of Xavier in Lucas’s body. Not if Cory could help it, so he just pushed the man’s ass cheeks apart to gain better access inside, and clean the abused hole as much as possible.

“What do you say, Lucas?” he heard Xavier’s mocking voice again. “How does it feel to have your little toy thing clean up after I had you like I would have had the lowest of all slaves?”

“I only have one thing to say,” Lucas’s voice was proud and unmoving. “Are we done here already?”

The words had the effect of a bucket of ice water on Xavier’s mood.

“I fucked you. I think we’re through,” he spat. “Help him get dressed and get out,” he ordered Cory and turned on his heels to leave the room.

It had been a disaster, after all.

There was a bad taste in his mouth he could not stave off. As so many times before, he looked across the conference room to search for his friend’s eyes. But Lucas, unlike the said many times, did not show any sign he felt Xavier’s eyes searching for his.

Something akin to pain squeezed his chest. He had no idea he’d been dependent on Lucas’s most simple gestures, such as meeting his gaze, whenever he needed support or encouragement. An acute sensation that he was in the same room with a pack of wolves took over.

Xavier sighed, running a hand through his hair. Every lord in Drena was expected to at least try to become the most important master in the city. There was a fragile balance, thin as a thread, seemingly kept by an invisible hand that was dictating the fights for power. For years, he’d been the one in charge; but right now, as he suddenly felt alone in the enormous room filled with men dressed all in black, he had an ominous feeling that his reign was coming to an end.

Fate was not kind to losers. Lucas had often said that he didn’t care about becoming lord protector because it would mean the end to him. He much preferred his lab experiments to power plays. Xavier had hurried to point out it would have been impossible for Lucas to be assigned the supreme function, as he was not born and raised in Drena. Nonetheless, he now knew Lucas had been right all alone.

He had to send Cory to Lucas. He was just stalling for no reason. Lucas was not pressing the matter, either. The conversations between them had been kept short, always focused on state affairs and nothing more. Xavier had tried to look at Lucas and imagine him as he’d laid there, bent over the bed, with Xavier’s semen pouring off his ass. It was supposed to be humiliating for Lucas. Yet, the man seemed as dignified as ever; instead, Xavier felt the one humiliated.

It was not even making him mad. If anything, he felt sadness, self pity even. He’d always been alone, but it had taken his ambition and obsession to drive him to the point of destroying the only thing that was durable and real in his world.

He could not stand the emptiness he felt inside. It stood there, like a hole growing larger and larger, gnawing at him from the inside. The only moments he’d managed to put the sensation to rest had been when he’d had Cory next to him in bed. The only person not judging him; but Cory had obedience forced into him, so his acceptance meant nothing. He needed something else. Someone else.

“Cory, please have Ayn washed and ready for tonight,” he ordered shortly, while taking out his coat.

The servant tensed a bit, but, as always, bowed his head and replied. “Yes, Master.”