Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“Why?” he heard Xavier speaking again.

“You know very well why,” Lucas said matter-of-factly. “I’d rather be your friend forever, then your lover for a day.”

“It wouldn’t be that way between us,” Xavier said softly.

“You always say that,” Lucas laughed. “But you forget that I know you very well. You burn too hot, too fast. The only reason why you still want me is because except for these little trysts, I always say ‘no’. Plus, I would be a fool to give my heart to you. You are ruthless. You step on broken hearts like it is the most natural thing in the world.”

“You’re painting me in so bad colors,” Xavier complained.

“They are your true colors,” the other stated.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“At least, let me have you once,” the master’s voice grew hotter.

His demand was received with a low chuckle. “Don’t even think about it, Xavier. No one fucks me. Not even my best friend.”

Cory hurried to reach his room. His suspicions had been confirmed and now he was starting to feel afraid that his master’s frustration and anger with being so bluntly refused by his beautiful friend was going to have a target in his puny little person.

He heard the bell ring and he knew he was summoned. He walked towards the master bedroom, with a nasty sensation curling in his belly. Lucas had commented on Xavier being ruthless with his lovers. Not that he was his master’s lover, which only meant the man could not even be bothered to have mercy while exacting punishment.

Knocking softly, he entered.

“Have you called for me, master?”

Xavier looked amazing, his pale skin a beautiful contrast against the black silk sheets. He was completely naked, in a relaxed pose, but Cory could not let his guard down. The man had been upset with what had happened over dinner, and there were not going to be pleasantries being exchanged between the two of them before going to bed.

“I must have you know, Cory, that my appetite is quite difficult to quench. Especially I require service before bedtime.”

He gestured for the young servant to approach, and Cory’s eyes traveled the harmonious, worthy of a statue, body, to rest atop the erection the man was sporting.

“Yes, I see you know exactly what I mean. Use your mouth. I promised you I’ll feed you some more, didn’t I?”

Cory nodded and climbed the bed to sit between his master’s legs. He carefully took the engorged head into his mouth, but Xavier’s firm hand pushed him all the way, making him choke in surprise. He pushed against the man’s thighs and focused hard on stopping his heaving.

“He likes you,” Xavier commented, and the servant could not tell whether he was angered or bored while saying so. “Lucas doesn’t like anyone,” he continued while pushing Cory again to swallow him whole. “He is too busy with his experiments to care about such trivial things. It is rarely that I see him so worked up.”

Cory felt fear growing deep and dark inside. Suddenly, he felt again as if he was in that strange dark room at the Institution while that long and hard device was steadily stuffed down his throat. It drove the fear of gods into him, and now he felt the same, as his master was using his throat mercilessly. Suddenly, his head was captured by two strong hands and he was forced to look into his master’s eyes.

“You are crying,” the man said and Cory blinked, and tried to wipe his tears away. “You are beautiful even when you cry,” his master brought his lips closer and kissed him, long and deeply, with gentleness he had not had before.

He had Xavier on top of him, making room for himself between the slender legs and kissing him slowly.

“He will never have you. He doesn’t realize it, but by singling you out, he made a terrible mistake. For as long as he will want you, I will not let you go. I will fuck you every day, use you as I please, and only let him have morsels to keep him interested.”

Cory said nothing, trying hard not to tremble. His master seemed to be a dangerous, vengeful man. He knew nothing about him; nothing, except the fact that he was going to be used as a pawn in the game the two men were playing.

“He will learn how difficult it is to wish for something you cannot have. Then, he will understand my pain.”

Cory arched his back, as his master penetrated him. The pleasure was there, naked, but cruel. He didn’t feel elated, like the first time; he was afraid, his body just responding to the new conditioning of being invaded like that. Xavier moved inside him, slamming hard into him, but he didn’t cry out.

“Does it hurt, Cory?” he demanded, his eyes burning.

Cory opened his eyes to look at him. “I take everything my master wishes to give me,” he said, and Xavier’s eyes grew wide for a split second. Hot lips descended over his as his master settled for a more forgiving rhythm, making him squirm.

His cock was pressed between their hard bodies, the delicious friction making him spew his load. He felt the now familiar sensation of having his insides coated with hot manly seed. Xavier withdrew a little, and rested his head on his chest, breathing heavily.

“You are very smart, Cory, very smart. You know what buttons to push. Then I will tell you just one time because I know there will be no reason to repeat myself. Cross me, let Lucas have you behind my back, and the consequences will be dire. Understood?”

“Yes, master,” he said softly. It felt unnatural to be threatened just after having hot sex with his beautiful master, but now he understood once more his place in the world. He had no high hopes. After all, the rulers were masters to everyone else. They were above the law, corrupted by so much power entrusted in their hands, and ruthless.

“Do I frighten you?” Xavier demanded, letting his body slide to one side to let Cory breathe.

“Yes, master,” he said in a small voice.

“Fear is good, Cory. It keeps you alive,” his master commented.

“May I go to my room now, master?” the servant asked carefully.

“No, it’s been awhile since my bed was kept warm for the entire night. Remain here,” Xavier dragged him closer and placed the blond head on his firm chest.

“May I wash?” Cory asked hesitantly, although he knew the answer.

“No, I want you marked by me. Tomorrow, I will have the jeweler come. He’ll make you a beautiful collar. I’m thinking sapphires and gold. It will go with your eyes,” Xavier pondered, while gently caressing his servant’s back.

Cory could not understand how his master could be so gentle in his gestures and so cruel with his words. He stood there, listening to Lord Xavier’s steady heartbeat for a long time before he could fall asleep.

Preparations for a large party were underway, and Cory was buried in chores head over heels. Other servants had been brought along with their masters, and his otherwise calm kitchen was all a ruckus. He was seeing to his tasks with his eyes down, trying hard not to look at the young servants around him. He expected expressionless faces, like the ones they were trained to achieve while being educated at the Institution, but he saw nothing of the kind.