Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

He was made to get up slowly, as Lucas gently grabbed him with one hand, as he used the other to stuff his spent organ inside his black pants.

“Would you like to go to the bedroom, now?” Lucas asked.

“Yes, please … Lucas,” Cory avoided the honorific at the last moment. It felt strange, but good. So good that Cory could not remember anything being like this ever in his life.

He did not expect to be so ceremoniously lifted off the floor and carried by strong arms to Lucas’s bedroom. It was just going to be for one night, so he had to make it last. It was not common for servants in Drena to ever dream of being used by one of the masters. No, used was not the proper term. That was what Xavier was doing. Lucas’s hands were caring, loving, as he placed his sweet burden on the enormous bed and started to undress the young servant.

His mind became devoid of any thought, a simple vessel meant for desire, as Lucas’s lips descended on his neck, nibbling playfully along the collarbone, only to go lower, to tease the young servant’s erect nipples. A small cry left his lips.

“Is it good here?” Lucas lips captured one small bud between them again.

“Yes, please, more,” Cory said breathily, his hands moving on their own accord to run through Lucas’s raven hair.

His wish was granted, as Lucas continued to devour him slowly, biting without breaking skin, just to make him arch into the touch. If Lucas wanted to eat him whole, he wouldn’t have minded.

His pants were dragged over his erection, making yelp a little in surprise, and he hurriedly opened his legs, wanting Lucas to get there as soon as possible. But the brunet had other plans, as his mouth descended on Cory’s cock, taking him in fast and easy. The servant moaned shamelessly, feeling the head of his dick hitting the back of Lucas’s throat. That was something no one had ever done to him. He had to tell Ayn he’d been right; getting a blowjob was, indeed, fucking awesome.

Lucas seemed skilled at it, too. Cory could not stop a short pang of jealousy as he wondered who’d been on the receiving end of Lucas’s amazing technique.

“Please, I want to come with you inside me,” he begged and suddenly he felt cold air hitting his organ where it had been only scorching heat.

Soon enough, cold slick fingers were playing against his hole, and Cory whimpered. It had been a while since he’d been penetrated. Xavier had been too busy with Ayn, and Antoine was only fucking him when they met at parties. For that, Cory was glad. He wanted to feel Lucas to the fullest.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re tight,” Lucas commented, as his fingers continued to stretch him gently.

“Take me now,” Cory whispered. “I’m more than ready.”

A few tears came unbound, as something much larger than the fingers was pushed through his tight ring of muscles. Cory didn’t mind the small pain; soon, the discomfort faded away and he circled Lucas’s midsection with his long legs, to drag him closer.

Lucas caressed his cheeks with infinite tenderness. Then he suddenly stopped.

“Are you crying? Am I hurting you?” Lucas asked, alarmed, trying to withdraw.

Cory clamped his legs over the man’s frame in desperation. “No, you’re not. It’s just that … I’m so happy.”

There was a small exhaling sound. Lips connected once more, as Lucas moved inside the smaller body beneath him. They moved in the same rhythm, as Cory thought he’d never been so compatible with anyone. It felt as if Lucas fit there, as if they were two halves of a whole, finally gluing together to form something special and wonderful that was making Cory’s heart throb with excitement and happiness.

He came without even touching himself. Lucas knew exactly how to push to brush over his prostate over and over again, until he saw stars beneath his closed eyelids. His lover’s hot seed filled him soon afterwards and, unbound, words left his lips.

“I won’t mind if I die now…”

Teeth buried into his lips, making him yelp. “Don’t you dare talking like this while in my arms,” he heard the stern words, as soon as his punishment was over.

In the meantime, in Xavier’s penthouse, Ayn was starting to feel restless. Even if Cory was not allowed to witness their trysts, it felt good to know he was around, when he and Xavier were going about their nightly business.

As the master of the house entered his bedroom, he felt his heart growing smaller. The man’s eyes were burning. He tended to look a bit wilder lately. Ayn knew he could not postpone the inevitable forever. And, in a way, he wanted it all to happen so they could get over with it.

“Master,” he rose from the bed, to welcome Xavier. He’d continued to pretend he only knew a few words. The situation seemed to be to Xavier’s satisfaction; apparently, the most powerful man in Drena needed nothing more than a silent companion.

Xavier kissed him greedily and pushed him onto the bed. Clothes were flying everywhere and Xavier was on his knees, servicing Ayn with his mouth, as he’d done it for the last weeks.

Ayn kept the man’s head there with all his might, bucking into his mouth. It felt good to assert dominance in this manner, even if it was short lived. Xavier seemed to enjoy it, too.

His climax came like a wave; he could not resist for too long, as his cock was being wrapped by the skilled tongue, always sucking him dry. In the haze that followed, he noted how something hot was pouring on his balls and dripping between his butt cheeks. His eyes snapped open, but it was too late.

Above him, Xavier’s eyes were burning brighter. Ayn let out a cry, ashamed of it, but too surprised to be taken so suddenly, and his mouth was covered by his master. His ass was burning as he was split open. Lubed with his own jizz, now how was that for irony?

He tried to push against the man, but Xavier was strong, and Ayn’s senses were dulled by pain, as his virgin ass was used by the relentless cock pushing past his entrance. He bit on Xavier’s lips, for lack of a better way to make him stop, but the taste of blood in their mouths seemed to drive the man even madder. He increased his rhythm, and Ayn had no choice but to allow the invasion, screaming silently in his head, trying to remember everything Cory had taught him about getting relaxed to let the penetration happen. Who the fuck could relax with a giant thing up his butt, that felt so deep inside that it was making him want to puke?

Xavier adjusted their position, by dragging Ayn closer to him. The change in angle made something between the head of Xavier’s cock and something inside Ayn’s ass connect, and the slave’s breath hitched in his chest. What the fuck was that?

Xavier thrust into him, hitting the same spot. He moaned, something strange akin to a short-circuit making his thoughts halt, unsure of what he was feeling.