Andreas didn't think of himself as
enslaved. After all, he had begged for the collar the first time
while in the throes of a lust so strong, he truly believed he would
die if he was not allowed to come. The heaviness of the collar and
the bite of the ear tag were the price he willingly paid to feel that
big, warm hand grasp his erection and work it until his mind and body
exploded with hot, shimmering pleasure. The collar and the tag were
the price he paid to see that angelically beautiful face in the
throes of ecstasy. It was well worth the price.
Andreas demanded the collar and tag the
second time. He had been fighting his body and his heart against the
incredible magnetism of his beautiful Owner. Those vibrant, blue eyes
could be as cold as a clear, winter sky, but when they turned on him,
all Andreas could feel was heat. His body vividly recalled how those
big hands felt on his skin. He could feel the strength in that
embrace and the weight of that hard muscled body in his dreams. He
still wanted his enigmatic Owner. His body craved that skillful,
sinful touch like it needed air, but Andreas could not give in to
those desires. Andreas would not give in until he had the collar back
around his neck and the tag attached tho his ear. He needed to be
owned once again. He wanted to be certain that he would never be
without that touch again.
Darius knew that Andreas was fighting
his own body. He could see the conflict in those amazing green-gold
eyes. He could hear the slight tremble in his voice. That Andreas was
his was without question. If Darius decided to press the issue, all
of those struggles could be ended with one long, hot kiss. Andreas
would fight for a little while. He would probably call him a bastard
in that exasperated way Darius enjoyed hearing. However, he would
have given in to his body if Darius pressed him. But he would not. It
was not enough for him to know that Andreas was still his body, mind
and will. Everyone in their worlds needed to know that all the beauty
and charms his cheeky Dami – trained plaything – possessed
belonged to Darius alone. It had to be publicly known once again that
any trespass upon what was his could mean death.
To Darius, the wait was worth all of
the restless nights without Andreas in his bed. During that sinful,
open mouthed kiss after he placed the new collar and tag upon his
Dami, Darius felt Andreas' knees buckle with great satisfaction. It
was a simple matter then to carry that lean, lithe body to his bed.
There, Darius quickly stripped Andreas but took his time just looking
at him as he lay shackled to the headboard. Andreas did not fight
being restrained. He was, in fact, erect as he watched Darius undress
with hunger and anticipation in those beautiful eyes. How he had
missed just looking at that sleekly muscled body. It pleased Darius
to no end that Andreas still wore the gold body chains even after the
collar was removed. They made him look like the wanton, sensual Dami
that he was. That body deserved to be worshiped, so Darius took his
time relearning that firm, sweet, tawny flesh with his hands and his
lips and his tongue. Andreas' moans and cries were music to Darius'
ears. He held him down as he drew out the torment long promised when
they were separated. There was much that Darius planned for that
first encounter in such a long time. He was determined to draw that
time out as long as possible, but Andreas was more enticing than he
imagined. One word said in such a lust drenched moan was enough to
derail all of Darius' well thought out plans.
“Please...”
It was the word he wanted most to hear
from Andreas. Darius couldn't bear one more second without taking the
body struggling against him. His Dami ceased his struggles during a
long, deep kiss. He used that heated exchanged to move one of
Andreas' long legs to hook around his waist. Andreas moaned loudly as
Darius pushed his thick length into that long missed, tight heat. It
was in his head to draw that out as well, but that was impossible.
Once Darius was surrounded by that throbbing tightness, he was driven
to ride hard toward completion for them both. Andreas tore his mouth
away from the kiss to cry out Darius' name and to see his in the
throes of near painful pleasure. The expression on his Dami's
beloved face struck him to the core.
“Mine!” Darius exclaimed.
Andreas gasped. His face flushed.
Slowly, he raised a trembling hand to push the long blond hair back
to better see his expression. The bliss of their joining was still on
that beautiful face. His eyes were nearly black with desire as he
gazed down. Andreas smiled and drew a shaky breath.
“Yes, Darius. I'm yours.”
Darius smiled his most angelic smile.
He released the shackles then turned onto his back with Andreas in his arms. With that, Andreas finally found himself where he had longed to be after all those
lonely nights – draped across that powerful body and held by
powerful arms heading to sleep.
No matter what was said by those in
both of his worlds, Andreas knew he wasn't enslaved. He was, however,
totally enthralled and thoroughly ensnared.
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