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Slaves	By : GabrielPierce Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Orgy Views: 2041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Slaves
Part One.

Paige.

Dark, dingy hole, another day here. Wouldn’t still be here if it wasn’t for the other one. He’s not bad I guess, just wanna be out of here, want out of the waiting. Hate waiting, waiting for a new master, new orders, new home. Argg. He shakes, he’s scared, I don’t blame him really, hell I was terrified the first time too, but I was a lot younger. I shift closer, slide an arm around his shoulders, squeeze him, hold him tight.
“You okay? You good?” I whisper.
He looks up, despair in his eyes.
“Coarse not.” I smile at him. “But I’m here right? I’m with you.”
He leans into me, good boy. He needs to eat more, he’s so thin, so light. He’s filthy, we both are, can’t remember the last time I washed, probably the last time I serviced a guy, while ago. He shivers again and this time it’s from the cold. I drag the meager blanket towards us, wrap it round him but leave a corner for myself, shared body heat works better anyway.

I hear footsteps, sounds like they’re showing buyers around. He hears it too, begins to shake, to freak out. I stroke his hair.
“Shh.” Try to shield him, feel his tears against my chest. “I’m right here Mir, right here with you, not letting you go.”
He calms a little.
A man stops to watch, sneers down at us.
“How bout him.” He points to Mir.
My grasp tightens as he freezes, but I keep my eyes down, can’t let him see how protective I feel right now. How much I want to kill anyone who hurts him.
“They come as a pair.”
“But how much for just him?”
“I won’t separate them.” He insists.
He grunts and moves on. Amir whimpers. I ease up, stroke his back, hair, sides.
“Shh, he’s gone now.”
“Till the next one.” Such despair.
“I’ll take care of you, just trust me.”
“I do.”
“Good.”
Hours past in darkness, huddled close to his dozing form. He shivers, whimpers occasionally but I keep hold of him, whisper to him till I begin to doze.

Part Two

Jay

Blonde hair, barely visible through the grime and the other slave holding him. He’s still beautiful though. I glance over them. Both are beautiful, very impressive for lower class slaves. My fingers twitch, palms itch to touch them. I take that as enough of a sign, anyway I’ve been down here all day, haven’t seen anything nearly as lovely as these two.

Paige

I blink, notice someone’s in the doorway, someone tall. I freeze, not sure if I should look up, but he knows I’m awake so.
“What’s your name?” he wants to know.
Quiet voice. Finally I look up, briefly. Dark hair, strong face.
“Paige.” I answer, quietly but clear.
Amir stirs, I absently stroke his shoulder. His eyes fix on my hand, the movement. Amir snuggles into me.

Jay

They’re close these tow, no concern over these two killing themselves over the kitchen table.
“What’s his name?” I ask.
“Amir.”
“Amir.” I repeat, tasting the strange name on my tongue, liking how it feels.
They shiver, it’s cold down here. Suddenly the dealers beside me, finally noticed I stopped.
“These two come as a pair, I couldn’t separate them.”
“I wouldn’t want you to.”

Paige

He’s not so bad, seen a few of his type before, not around here, but still…Single young men, upper class, lots of money not a lot to do with it. I try to wake up Amir before he does anything, got a feeling he’s going to be real freaked if he misses this. I squeeze him a little, trying not to be noticed. He moans softly, opens his eyes.

Amir

Strange man peering down at me. I pull back, closer against Paige and he holds me tight, reassuring. Who is he? What does he want? Sleep blurs my eyes, he’s smiling slightly.
“I’ll take them both.”
‘Whaa, hey?’
Then it hits me. Sold. Bought. He’s my master now. My hearts suddenly pounding, I’m shaking I can’t help it. Paige’s holding me tight and I don’t realize I’m staring at him, my master till he stops and moves closer instead of away.

Part Three

Jay

He’s terrified, maybe this isn’t such a good idea, but not I want him even more. Anyone else and he’d die in a month, either they’d kill him or he’d somehow kill himself, despite what I’m sure would be Paige’s best efforts to help him. Paige’s holding him now, trying to fight his instincts to protect him from me as I move closer. I’m not going to hurt him, I don’t know what I’m going to do but I’m not going to hurt him. He’s staring at me with panic, terror in his eyes and my hands reaching out. I hope he doesn’t snap. He’s pulling away but Paige’s too close, he can’t get away. My fingers push the hair back, away from his face, out of his eyes, big scared dark eyes. He’s frozen now, on the edge and I want to pull him back, not send him over. My fingers slide over his filthy forehead, caress his cheek.
“What’s your name?” I know it but I want to hear him say it.
Long pause, he breathes again.
“Amir.” It’s a husky whisper.
“It’s nice to meet you Amir.” I look straight into his eyes, the panics fading slowly, very slowly into confusion. “I’m going to take you away from here, you’ll be coming with me.”
The idea seems to appeal to him and the panic vanishes. It only lasts a moment, he it’s back again in full force.
“Paige?” hoarse fear.
“Paige too, I’m taking you both.”

Paige

No mention of buying. No mention of him as master only basic explanation for Mir that he’s being taken away form here, me too, home. So far I’m impressed, he’s handling Mir incredibly, the fact he’s handling Mir at all. I nuzzle his shoulder to hide my surprise. Mir’s relaxing. But I’m still wary, this could be an act, he could be fucking with us, messing with our heads, trying to get out trust then tear us apart. I hope not, I don’t want to leave Mir.

“Do you want me to have them washed?”
“No.”
I’m surprised, we’re filthy. Guess he must live close by or have private transport.
“Can you both walk?”
Amir freezes. I nod, come on Mir, we’re leaving. I shift, let him go, help him stand, keep an arm around him as we stand side by side.
“Good. Wait here a moment I’ll be right back.” He’s talking to Mir the whole time, only glancing at me.
Then he focuses his whole attention in my direction, eyes gauging, and I can tell he’s wondering. Wondering if I can be trusted and it’s an interesting question. Can I be trusted?

Part Four

Amir

He returns carrying leather straps in his hands, I can’t help the way my mouth goes dry. He’s watching me closely, I don’t know if I like that or not, he only seems nice but I’m not sure, Paige warned me never to trust anyone. Anyone but him. I glance at him now, he doesn’t seem fazed at all. So maybe this isn’t as bad as if feels like.

Jay

Gottta put a collar on him, don’t know how he’s going to take that, looks like he’s never worn a collar before in his life. And the one they gave me is brand new too, never been worn. Paige reaches for his like a security blanket, buckling it on with long practiced, efficient moves, maybe he’s not as cool about this as he seems. Amir balks, freezes. I move forward, he’s standing alone, Paige let his go to fiddle with his collar, moving it to a well moulded place around his neck. I swallow hard, the collar suits him, it accents the hair. Amir may need awhile to adjust but I still have Paige and he’s going to get the work out of his life till Amir’s settled. He looks up, he knows it too and if anything he looks like he wouldn’t mind a bit. Eyes inviting. I pause a moment longer. I am definitely taking him up on that open offer.

Amir

He steps forward, collar in hand. I want to step back, pull away but I can’t. I have to wear it, it’s my ticket home, my home now. I like the idea but I’m not so sure I’m going to like what it entails. I don’t want to think about that right now.
“Shh, it’s not going to hurt you, I’m not going to hurt you.”
The leather, his hands go round my neck. He sounds just like Paige, the thought distracts me. His hands are soft, warm and clean. I notice them this time, last time I couldn’t feel anything. He doesn’t back away after I feel the buckle slide home, he lingers and suddenly he’s leaning forward, his lips coming down so softly on mine, softer than I’ve even felt. He kisses me slowly and I find myself responding, opening for him, feeling his tongue slide in, stroke mine. He moans quietly, deep in his throat. He tastes amazing, like heavy, warm red wine, better than any wine I’ve ever tasted and I slide my tongue into his mouth to taste move. His moan is enough to make my head spin.

Then suddenly he’s gone, left me weak kneed, dazed, wanting more. He’s breathing deliberately slow, slightly flushed. Licking his lips, still standing close, he’s tall, incredibly tall, over my head at least. Broad shoulders, nice muscles. His hands rest on y shoulders, but not for long before he reaches up and clips a long piece of leather to the collar, my legs step back, eyes go wide, it looks like a whip, like the one they…

Part Five

Jay

Rest my hands on his shoulders and he snaps out of it. He looks up, straight into my eyes, questioning. I can only blink, he’s so unlike every other slave I’ve ever seen, he reacts to physical contact, not just prescripted responses, reacts naturally. He likes it, it’s like he needs it, craves it. It’s such an odd thing to see in a slave, they’re usually revolted by touch or just bare it mutely. Another testament to the fact he hasn’t been a slave long. If I’m right I’ll be his first master. My fingers twitch and before I can think I’m stroking his face again, running them over his lips, they part, drag one finger in, he begins to suck. I can’t contain the moan erupting form my lips.

Amir

What am I doing? He’s a guy, not only that he’s my master and I’m cracking onto him. I pull back fast. Head bowed in absolute submission, waiting. Waiting for what though? Punishment? A que for more? I don’t know what to expect. Instead I hear another click as he attaches the leash to Paige’s collar.
“Time to go.” His voice is husky, hoarse.
It sends chills up my spine, chills or thrills?

Part Six

Paige

Amir’s twitching, shaking, moaning, but not in pleasure, his voice is rising. I don’t know who’s close by but I do know I don’t want him to wake them. So even though I don’t know how the new master will take it I sit up and pad over to him. For a moment I debate waking him, but what’s the point? The moment he goes back to sleep he’ll start all over again. So I tug back the blanket, nudge him over a little and slide down beside him. He reacts instantly, fighting, flailing to get away.
“Shh Mir.” Hold him close, pin his arms to his sides. He fights harder, more paniced but amazingly still asleep. “Amir, sweetheart it’s Paige, calm down.” He stills. “Shh babe, shh.” Stroke his hair, pull him into a more comfortable position. Closer to my body. He moans softly.
“Shh sweetheart, come on sleep.”
Don’t know the words coming out of my mouth, don’t understand them, but they seem to work. He’s still now, quiet, leaning wholeheartedly into me. His breathing becomes regular, peaceful and it’s putting me to sleep. I’ve almost dozed off when his arms slide round me.
“Paige.” I freeze, he’s awake.
Then incoherent rambling. I smile, pull him tight against me, smiling into his hair, don’t’ know why that makes me so happy but it does. Even in his sleep he knows it’s me, knows that he can trust me, that I’ll take care of him. I pull the blankets closer round us and finally let sleep overcome me. He’s safe, no one could take him without me knowing, and having to go through me first.

Jay

I walk in to find Paige’s bed empty, turning I see two bodies in Amir’s, completely still save soft breathing. I pause, giving myself a mental kick. It never occurred to me that these two might be lovers. Then I look closer, move forward. They’re both still clothed and Paige’s holding Amir in a protective embrace, seems he had nightmares. I’m not surprised, that rat ridden hell hole where anyone who took a fancy to him could rape him, and I’m sure many did, it’s no surprise really. It means I’m going to have to go extra soft on him, it may be months before I can have him, well there is still Paige. Paige who is stirring, obviously attuned to my presence in the room. I tap my foot impatient and he jolts, looks up at me, freezes, glances down at Amir then gives me his full attention.
“I bought some clothes, get dressed and have someone give you directions to my office.”
Put the clothes on his bed, turn sharply and leave.

Paige

I pause a moment, unable to breathe, let alone move. Caught, in Mir’s bed, fuck this could be bad. He didn’t seem too happy, not really angry either. I slide out of bed, tuck Mir in and quickly get dressed, best not to keep the man waiting.

He’s pacing a window when I walk in, but as soon as I reach the center of the room he turns.
“Are you and Amir lovers?”
I blink, I wish.
“No sir.” Quiet, honest answer, unfortunately.
He nods.
“You sleep together normally then?”
I nod.
“Why?”
“For warmth, and Mir had nightmares.” Direct, truthful, best for him to know now.
“And you take care of him?”
“Yes sir.”
Pause, freeze, can’t wait to see how he takes that, if it’s a good or a bad thing.
“Good, I want you to continue to watch over him, take care of him, whatever it takes. If you need anything just ask me and I’ll do whatever’s needed.”
Can’t breathe, what? What did he just say?
“I have no intention what so ever of hurting him, I want you to tell him that, make sure he believes it. I don’t intend to use him either, not until he’s ready and then only what he can handle. He’s a beautiful man, it’d be a shame to destroy that.”
Keep my head down, he’s serious, he’s for real. But why? For what reason? I don’t like this. Never had a master like this before.
“Yes sir.”
“My name’s Jay, you can call me sir all you want but I have no objections to you calling me by my first name.”
He pauses then moves closer, he’s been keeping his distance till now.
“I’ll set rules as they’re needed.” He murmurs, voice deepening.
I nod.
“And Paige.” His fingers gently lift my chin to meet his eyes. He caresses my cheek, so soft. “I have no intention of hurting you either.” Soft lips covering mine. “Unless you want me to that is.” Voice rough, deep, aroused.
My body instantly responds, eyelids drooping, cock throbbing, breathing shallow. Jay watches me closely and I clamp down suddenly on the response. That reaction has been well cultivated over years of experience, a lingering look, hot touches, harsh, hoarse voice, lots of things, but that doesn’t mean he’s like it, some masters like you to be impassive, lay back and be fucked. Jay pulls back a little, surprise in his face, then he leans in closer than before.
“Oh no Paige, I want to hear you moan, my name preferably, and anything else that might come to mind, I’m not going to stop you.”
I felt hunger curl up from deep inside me. I reached up slowly, ran my fingers up Jay’s throat, round his neck and into his hair.

Part Seven

Jay

I grab him suddenly, kissing him hard, plundering his mouth with my tongue, he growls, deep in the back of his throat, gripping my arse, pulling me close, grinding against me. I almost lost it right then, he was incredible, this man could kiss.

Minutes, seconds, hours later, time was a blur and I had him bent over my desk, my knee caressing his amazing hard on, I’d already stripped him of his clothes and he lay on display for me, legs spread wide. He was amazing, too thin and overly pale I could see how good he’d look with a little care, personal care. I bit down on his left nipple, felt his entire body arc into the pleasure, then shiver. He was rough, horny and tentatively opening my pants, one hand on the buttons the other rubbing my length through the coarse material. I groaned, hips pushing forward, wanting him to move faster. Then I was free, his fingers dancing up and down my cock, slowly, too slowly forming a rhythm. I moaned then knocked him back suddenly, grinding our naked bodies together, forcing his mouth open and invading it with my tongue again, his hips rocked up against me.
“Want more?” I taunted.
He paused, obviously gauging what was best to say. I rocked down hard, making sure my cock slid against his.
“Oh god, please.” He breathed.
I grinned, that’s what I wanted to hear.
“You like this?” rocking in a steady rhythm.
“God yes.” Groan.
“More?” rock down hard.
“Please.” He begged, licking my neck, nipping softly, making me moan.
I spread his legs wider, pushed them up. His breathing quickened, ran my hands down his thighs to his arse, shifted his hips a little, he moaned, that sound was making my cock throb with want, slick with precum. He bit my neck. I groaned and stopped.
“What do you want Paige?”
“You, oh god I want you, please Jay.”
I moaned in his ear at the sound of my name on his lips.
“You want this?” push the head of my cock against his opening, he whimpered.
“God please…I want…I want you.”
“How much do you want me Paige?”
“Please Jay, please.” Hips rocking up, trying to push me in.
I slam him down, impatient fuck, he groaned desperate.

Part Eight

Jay

“Been awhile Paige, you forgotten you manners.” I kiss him hard, tongue thrusting in and out, the head of my cock sliding round his hole, teasing him. He moaned, whimpered but didn’t move. I pulled away. “Good man, you remember quick.” Push the head of my cock in suddenly.
His back arcs, groaning my name. He’s tight, so goddamned tight.
“Want me?”
“Yes.”
“Want me?” I rock against him, not moving, just creating pressure.
He groans.
“Please, please Jay.”
“How much do you want me Paige?” still teasing.
“Please Jay, please fuck me.”
“Really Paige.” Almost pulling out.
“Ohhhhh god, no, Jay please, please Jay.”
His hips are still, his body arced, head flailing from side to side. He’s beautiful, I slammed in hard to the hilt. He froze then suddenly screamed, muscles tensing round my cock, pulling me off. I groan, he feels so tight, so slick so tight so hot. I gripped his hips rotating my thumbs over the skin. He lay panting, moaning, then suddenly relaxed. I rocked back, forward, and he groaned. I pulled his hips towards me as I thrust and he rocked up hard to meet me, muscles pulsing. I moaned, jesus fuck, no one had done this to me before. I thrust again and he moved with me, eyes burning up into mine. I thrust harder and his eyes closed, biting down on his lower lip. Pleasure, he was enjoying this.

I fucked him hard, rough, his slick cock bouncing against his stomach, his moans rising.
“Yes, oh god Jay.”
Precum dripped from the head of his cock, and I began to wonder what he’d look like coming, spurting, creaming all over his stomach. I moaned at the image, fucking him faster, deeper. He yelped then groaned, head flying back, exposing his throat. His muscles tightened, released, pulsing round my cock, pulling me off.
“Oh Jay.”
He was very vocal for a slave.

It wasn’t long before I was so close it hurt, but it’d been so long I was surprised I hadn’t come already. My body tensed, balls rising, surging and I slammed into Paige, his muscles pulsed as I convulsed, came so hard inside him I saw stars. I can long, hard, screaming , then slowly spiraling down again. Reality pushed against me. I slumped forward, into his arms, over his body, felt his still stiff cock against my hip as I slid out of him. I couldn’t see, could barely breathe, I felt so good, he felt good. His hands calmed me, running up my spine, down my shoulders, one hands with strong fingers caressing my scalp. I moaned, exhausted.
“No one…” I breathed. “ Has ever done that to me before.”
He went still.
“You’re amazing.”
He exhaled, wouldn’t do him any harm to remember who was in charge here, but he deserved a reward after that and I wanted to watch home.ome.

He was still hard and throbbing as I moved off him, feeling his legs slide down from around my waist where he’d used me for leverage, pulling me deeper inside him, gave me better access so I’m not going to complain. I glared down at his arousal.
“Come for me Paige.”
I grabbed his cock, pumped it hard, strong fast. His body arced and he came, creaming hot cum all over his stomach and before I could think my mouth was on him, sucking, drinking him down, tasting him, hearing him scream. He was so hot in my mouth, so rigid then slowly he softened, body sagging with a dead thump against the desk. I licked him clean, tasting the cum on his stomach. He tasted bittersweet and I licked him till the lingering taste was finally gone. He lay panting, obviously unable to move. Finally I slid up beside him, his eyes were closed.

Paige

JESUS FUCK!!! Oh god, no on, and I mean no one has ever down that before, it felt so good. He felt so good, so hot and hard inside me. I want more, but my body won’t, can’t move. Most masters let you tend to yourself, some won’t allow it, but Jay…oh god! He pulled me off, blew me. I shudder, shiver content. His hands slide over my body, gentle, soft, but not enough to tickle. I murmur my thanks. When I open my eyes he’s smiling like a happy demon, eyes drugged from pleasure, he looks content. He leans over, kisses me slowly, making me taste myself. Bittersweet. We lay kissing a long time, long enough for both of out bodies to recover, then he sits up, stretches.
“Massage?” I offer.
“No.” he shakes his head. “You need to eat, get dressed, off you go.” He’s smiling down at me, reaching for his clothes, pulling them on.
I obey quickly, quiet. Clothes seem too hard for my numb fingers but I get there in the end. Looking over at him I pause then head for the door, slightly sore.
“Paige.” As I reach for the door handle. I turn obediently, look at him. He’s watching me. “Thankyou.” Then he turns away, heads for a wine cabnit. I blink then turn the door handle and leave.

Amir

Gone, where’s he gone? Where’d they take him?

Part Nine

Paige

Mir doesn’t enter my head till I open the door and step inside to dimness. I instantly look at his bed, empty. My bed. Empty. I walk towards the back of the room, trying not to panic, trying not to think where they could have taken him while I was gone. Whimpers, soft sobs.
“Mir?”
Look right and he’s huddled on the floor in a tight ball at the end of the bed on the floor, half hidden.
“Mir, oh baby.”
I move to him, crouch down beside him, reach out. He yelps, cringes away.
“Mir it’s me. Come on sweetheart.”
He freezes. He won’t look up, won’t look at me. He’s cold, in shock probably.
“Shh Mir, it’s Paige, come on, look at me.”
“Paige?” hoarse whisper.
“Yeah babe it’s me.”
He looks up slowly as I inch closer, pull him towards me.
“It’s alright Mir, I’m right here.”
He’s blinking at me.
“It’s alright Mir I’m here.”
“Where were you?” he sobs.
“I had to go, I’m sorry Mir.” I stroke his hair, clean now and vivid blonde with black tips, long at his shoulders, well just above, the black makes it look longer. He relaxes and I pull him closer, tight against me. He cries into my chest.
“You went, I was scared, did he hurt you?”
“No Mir he didn’t hurt me.”
‘Quite the opposite but I can’t tell him that.’
I kiss his hair.
“He didn’t hurt me and he won’t hurt you either.”
“But…”
“Shh a moment.” Stroke his back. “He’s not going to use you, not now, maybe later…”
He whimpers.
“And not if you can’t handle it. Listen to me Mir, he likes you, he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way.”
I hope I’m not lying. He relaxes a little.
“Trust me Mir, I won’t let him hurt you.”
He’s sobbing again, making my shirt damp, hope he doesn’t see the ripped button hole. I rock him gently, murmur soft words in his ears and slowly he response to me, relaxes. He leans into me and after awhile I hear his breathing become deep and regular. He’s asleep. I kiss his hair, bury my face in it, he smells good now, sweet and musky, wonder what he’d taste like. I jolt. The door opens and I crane my neck to see over the end of the bed. It’s then I notice food on a tray on a table in the corner of the room. Jay walks in, frowns.
“Here.” I get his attention, he looks around a moment then blinks at down at me finally.
“What…”
“Mir freaked.” I explain softly.
He frowns, nods understanding, puts food he’s carrying on the table beside the rest and comes over, sits down beside us.
“Is he alright now?” his voice soft, reaching out and touching Mir’s face gently.
I nod.
“He’s asleep.”
“Have you eaten?”
I shake my head.
“Haven’t had the chance.”
He frowns.
“You need to eat, so does he.”
I nod.
“But I guess sleep won’t hurt him now. Let me take him, you go eat.”
“I…” I begin to protest but stop suddenly.
“You need to eat Paige.” Voice hard.
I submit, letting him slide in behind Mir, pull him against his chest, hold him like I’d held him, only he’s so much bigger.
“Eat.” He prods.
I move away, towards the table, sit in one of the chairs and begin to eat the bread before me. It’s not normal bread, it’s got fruit in it. Tastes good. I watch them from the corner of my eye. Mir’s still sound asleep, Jay’s watching him, stroking his shoulders. I fight the wave of fear inside me. He looks up.
“Eat.” He orders, eyebrows raised. “I’m not going to hurt him.” Then quietly, “He’s beautiful.”
‘That he is.’
I’m almost finished when Mir stirs, eyes flutter open and suddenly he freezes. Jay releases him, doesn’t try to hold him. His eyes fall on me and he jolts, confusion all over his face, then fear, panic. He’s on his feet seconds later.
“It’s alright Mir.” I soothe.
He’s standing between Jay and I, staring down at Jay who slowly stands, sleek as a cat. Mir freezes but when Jay’s standing at full height he steps back, towards me. I can’t help the feeling of fierce triumph searing in my veins. I stand slowly.
“It’s okay Mir, you hungry?”
His eyes flick between the two of us.
“Come on, sit down, eat, I know you’re hungry, you always are around now.”
I offer him a bit of normalcy, he responds. Sitting where I’d sat, reaching for food.
“Good.” I hear Jay murmur.
I look over at him, he smiles.
“I have work to do.” He steps towards Mir who freezes. “If you’re still hungry after that just ask for more. There are gardens outside if you want to go look when you’re done.”
Smiles at him, then me, eyes lingering on my face then he leaves.

Part Ten

Paige

Mir eats in silence, then when he’s done finally speaks.
“Why was he…?” he blushes. “What was he doing here?”
“He came to see you I guess, make sure we both ate.”
“So he wasn’t…” blushes again.
“No Mir, and I don’t think he would anyway, not when you’re asleep.”
“Is that where you went this morning?” so quiet.
I nod, can’t speak suddenly. His eyes slide over my body. I reach out slowly, take his hand.
“He won’t hurt you Mir.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“Ahh…no.” sly grin.
“You like it don’t you?” almost an accusation.
Jesus, now he’s got me blushing, it’s just fucking, nothing more, never bothered me before, why should it now? I nod.
“It can be good with some people, like Jay.”
“Jay?”
“It’s his name.”
Mir seems confused.
“It’s alright Mir, relax, everything’s going to be okay, he’s nice, he likes you and he has no intention of forcing you to do anything.”
“For now.” Fear.
“Don’t panic. You might find you actually like it, you liked kissing him didn’t you?”
He blushes crimson, ducks his head, won’t meet my eyes
“But I thought…I mean…that we weren’t supposed to…”
“Depends on the person.”
“And he doesn’t mind.”
“I think he prefers it actually.”

He’s wary now, but at least he’s not paniced.
“If you’re going to be vanishing a lot maybe you should leavea noa note.”
I duck my head, feel stupid.
“I can’t read.” I force myself to mumble.
“Maybe you could wake me then.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I get up, pull on a jacket Jay left on my bed and look towards him. “You want to get dressed, go outside, know I’d love to see sunlight again.”
“Yeah okay.” He’s frowning at me, confused all a sudden by my coldness, I don’t want to talk about it.

Amir

Paige glares at me when I offer to teach him to read and write so I drop it. Don’t want to make him mad at me, don’t want him to vanish again. Was so sure he was in bed with me last night, liked the feel of it. Like him. How can he like fucking? It hurts, it’s awful, it’s…I can’t think, don’t’ want to remember. Darkness, pain, screaming. He’s stopped suddenly, looking into my eyes. I feel cold.
“You okay?” his voice is so soft. Love his voice.
Shiver runs up my spine, like icy fingers. I shudder.
“It’s alright Mir.” Wraps an arm round my shoulders, pulls my close to him, lean into him more than willing, I want to. He’s warm, solid, safe. Doesn’t hurt me, just protects me. Can still remember the first time I say him.

Big slave coming towards me, shards of glass in his hands, blood dripping from the edges which have bitten into his palms. Crazed eyes. ‘He’s insane.’ Is that what’s going to happen to me? Frozen, can’t move. Then flat on my back. Did he kill me?
“Idiot!” snarled. “Got out of the way next time. Of fuck.”
Growling, fighting, darkness, can’t move. Silence.
“You alright?” soft but calloused fingers on my forehead. “Hey buddy,” pause. “You still alive?”
His fingers run down my neck, over my pulse and my eyes finally obey the order to open. Strong, stern face, dark hair, deep, soft eyes. I can’t stop staring.
“There you go.” He smiles, then frowns. “Why the fuck didn’t you get out of the was, he was going to kill you?” Angry. “Or is that what you wanted?” soft voice, compassion. His hand smoothes over my cheek, gentle. He looks scary but his hands are so gentle.
“Come on, get up. It’s not safe down here, best to keep moving.” Hauls me up, had more strength than I so.
I jolt away.
“S’alright buddy, I’m not going to hurt you.” Pull away fast.
“Th…thankyou.”
“So you can talk.” He grins, lights up his whole face.
Odd to see down here, haven’t seen a smile for weeks, except to grin leering or with malice.
“You better get moving, you won’t get fed otherwise.”
“Wheherehere you going?”
Thought all slaves got fed together.
“I’ve got a cell.”
“A what?” feel my eyes go wide.
“You’re new at this aren’t you?” eyes glittering in the dim light. “I’m for sale, you will be to soon.”
“What’re you doing here? Get back to your cell slave.”
I jump, he moves away in the opposite direction.

He’s sitting beside me now though, arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his body.
“You alright?” voice soft, it echo’s through my head.
Does he say that caue cae cares or just cause it’s part of him to ask?
“Fine.” I croak.
He frowns but doesn’t ask again. His hand reaches into my hair and he leans forward, kisses my head. He’s only been doing that since we got here…

Paige

Pull him down to a bench under a huge tree, he seems lost all a sudden. Maybe coming out here wasn’t such a good idea, might make him remember stuff. Things from when he was free. Wonder what it’s like to be free, I’ve always been a slave, but he hasn’t, I’m sure of it. Wonder what he did to end up a slave? Look down at him now.
“You alright?”
He pauses.
“Fine.” His voice is a croak.
He’s not though but he doesn’t want to talk about it so I leave him be. Can’t stop reaching out and stroking his hair though, leaning forward and kissing it. He smells good. He’s mine, well he was, now it’s just a matter of time before he’s Jay’s.

Part Eleven

Jay

Groaning, moaning. Jesus god. Paige fucking me hard, deep, oh god, there, he’s hitting my there. Amir watches riveted, unmoving. I beckon him forward and it surprises me that he obeys, gliding forward on feet that don’t seem to move. Paige bites my neck. A warning, though if I asked about it later he’d say it was about me and how good I felt. I’m not going to hurt him Paige goddamnit. Why would I? Paige slams into me, making me whimper. I grip his hand on my hip and he slows. Good man, I can feel his protest, he wants more, now. He’s thrustingily,ily, I can’t fight the pleasure he’s causing, he’s so big, so hard, so hot. I moan and Amir’s standing before me, I lean forward, pull him gently closer, lick his lips. He shudders. I’m not going to hurt you…I cover his lips and he freezes.
“Shhh.” Stroke his hair, his neck and kiss him again.
He responds this time, opening for me, kissing me back. Pleasure screams down for his lips in hot, furious waves, pools in my throbbing cock, he tastes good, feels good, god I want him. I reach for his hand, carefully move it to my enormously swollen cock. I guide his hand, gently stroke myself with it. Paige’s licking my neck, nibbling my earlobes. I moan. I want to come, come right now in his hand, but it’s too soon, want a little more form him first. Instinct takes over and he begins to form a rhythm, pulling me slowly off.
“Faster.” I groan, deepening the kiss moments later.
He increases speed, Paige’s still fucking me with a simmering, slow pace. Caught between their bodies I’m getting close, so goddamned fucking close. Oh god.
Push gently on Amir’s shoulder and he sinks easily to his knees. I blink down at him surprised and Paige rocks hard into me, nudging my cock closer to Amir’s mouth. I watch fascinated as his tongue snakes out, kicks the head. I groan, gripping Paige’s hands, fighting a huge internal batter of will not to come. Amir leans closer, lips parting, tongue snaking out again, tipping my head towards his mouth.
OH GOD!!!
That feels so good! His mouth, his tongue, Paige’s cock.
“Amir I’m gonna…”
Too late. I cum in his mouth and without obvious thought he seals my cock with his lips and drinks, gagging a little as he takes me in all he way.
Fuck, oh god. Paige thrusting into me, begging release. I nod, feel him explode inside me, setting me of again as Amir continues to suck.

That’s what i…I’ve been dreaming of that for months. Now I…now Amir is…Amir is pulling away fast, I feel Paige slide from me, sag to the floor with a hearty moan. Amir’s ten feet away now, eyes wide, terror, but he’s licking his lips, tasting me. Finally. He twitched, moans, whimpers softly. I can’t move, can’t think of anything to say to stop him moving away.
“Mir.” Hoarse voice, Paige’s voice. “ It’s okay Mir.”
Amir looks at him, I half turn, see Paige beckoning.
“S’alright Mir, don’t go.”
He moves closer, slowly.

Part Twelve

Amir

What have I don’t? What’d I just do? Oh god. Oh jesus. Fuck!
“S’alright Mir, don’t go.”
Paige’s beckoning me back, but to get to him I have to go past Jay and I really want to go to him.
“It’s alright Amir.”
I look up at Jay. My heart’s pounding so hard and so fast it’s hard to breathe. I freeze, I can’t move, not towards them, not back now either. Jay sighs.
“It’s okay Amir, I really should be going, work, I’ll be back in a few hours.”
And with a lingering look at both of us he walks out.
“Come here.” Paige beckons and my muscles respond. I crawl towards him over plush carpet. He sits up slowly, reaches up to take my head in both his hands.
“You alright?”
Eyes piercing, concerned. I nod.
“You sure?”
“Is he angry?”
“No, no Mir. He really had to go, he’s probably running late now.”
Then he’s leaning up, pulling me down, kissing my softly.
“I’m glad you’re alright.”
I can’t breathe, but he kisses me again and I respond to him, open my mouth, kiss him deeply, tangle my tongue with his, moans rise from my throat. I’m suddenly hot, he’s naked and I want him, want him like I’ve never wanted a man before.
“Paige?”
He pulls away suddenly.
“Sorry Mir I …” eyes wide in shock.
“I want you. Want you to fuck me.”
He blinks, blinks again, doesn’t move.
“Whaa?” stupidly.
Maybe it’s not allowed.
“Fuck me Paige.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Lose control, kiss him hard, press close to him. He growls, presses me back onto the floor, body covering mine, tongue flicking into my mouth. I knew he’d…but I didn’t think he’d be so…enthusiastic, especially after he just…oh god he tastes good, I don’t I probably taste like, I pull back. He grabs my head, pulls me back to his lips.
“Please Mir.” It’s a hoarse plea.
I can’t stop myself, he feels too good, hot, naked, hardening. His fingers tug at my shirt then stop suddenly, he pulls away.
“I…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…not like this.”
He leans down, kisses my neck, soft, so gentle. I can’t stop the moans pouring out of my throat.
“You like that?”
I can only nod. He bites sharply and I groan. Then he’s nibbling my ear, fingers removing m shirt, pausing only to lift it over my head. Then he’s on my lips again, sucking the lower one into his mouth, I whimper, grab the back of him head and force my tongue into his mouth. He shudders, rocks down into me hard and yanks on my pants.
“You sure about this Mir?”
I grab his hand, push it into my boxers, he moans and I arc into his touch.
“Yes.”
So hard, it’s been so long. Haven’t felt so aroused in years, and it’s all because of him, watching him, I moan at the image. Seconds later I’m naked, his body grinding down into me, his hand sliding between my legs, over my cock. Oh god, slow, steady rhythm, driving my crazy. Then he’s kissing, sucking, licking, biting all over my body, paying special attention to my nipples. It’s hard not to scream. Thewer,wer, taking the head of my cock in his mouth.
“Please Paige, I want you to…oh god…yes…but I want…fuck me.” I beg, but he continues, torturing my throbbing cock.
I grab his head, he sucks harder and I buck up into his warm, willing mouth. Lose my train of thought as I moan his name.
“Paige…oh god.”
He licks my cock all over, paying careful attention to the head.
“Paige fuck me.” I beg
He stops this time.
“You sure?”
I nod, biting my lower lip.
“Alright.” Hungry look as he licks my balls, spreads my legs wider.
Oh god what am I doing? Freeze, arc, soundless scream. His tongue! Oh fuck! His tongue, his tongue! My legs twitch, hands instantly in his hair. Probing, so hard not to come. Hands stroking my legs and suddenly it’s hard to breathe. Flicking tongue.
“Ohhhhhhhhh goooooooooooooooood!”
“Like that ha?”
Long moan and I want to beg for more. He bends down but takes a ball in his mouth this time, sucks gently. Then stops, slides up my body, it’s tingling all over. His hand slides up my leg, past my thigh, oh god, I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. The pad of his finger sliding round my opening, pressing in lightly then back to circling. I lift my hips, inviting, wanting. His finger slides in. Wiggles, slides out. I whimper, push down. He slides in again, further this time. It feels odd but I like it. His finger flexes and I moan, head falling back to expose my throat, he kisses it softly and adds another finger.
“Ohh Paige.”
“Shh babe, like that?”
Wiggles, twists, turns both fingers. My hips shift, wanting more, more , I want him. Then he thrusts. I groan. Thrusting inside me then twisting again, the feeling of muscle stretching. A third finger and everything changes, he hurts.
“Shhh relax, shhh.” His voice in my ear, other hand on my cock.
Careful twist, turn and I force myself to breathe again.
“That’s it.”
It feels good, double pleasure, but I want more. Want his cock. He’s hard, rigid throbbing against my hip as I rock into his thrusting fingers.
“Want you.” I pant. “Please Paige.”
His fingers still, pull from me slowly as though reluctant to leave.
“You sure Mir?” eyes serious, dark with lust.
I nod.
“It’s going to hurt, I’m not going to lie to you, it hurts the first few times.”
“That’s why I want you. Please Paige.
He pulls away a little, buries his face in my neck.
“Please Paige.”
Stroke his hair.
“Alright.” Voice tight, controlled.

He shifts my legs even further apart, kissing my softly the whole time. I pull him closer till his cock rests against my opening.
“Mir I…”
“Please?”
He nods slowly and I feel the tip of his cock push against me, slow but insistant and my body gives way to him, he’s huge. Moments later I scream, he hurts, it hurts, he’s so big.
“Mir, I’m sorry.” And there’s tears in his eyes.
He doesn’t move, just rests there.
“Relax babe, relax, shhh.”
Tears sliding out my eyes. Will my body to relax and slowly the pain ebbs away and I’m crying out again, jesus fuck the pleasure, it’s all I can do not to come. He’s suddenly buried inside me , pushing close but not quite touching something. He pulls away, slides slowly back in.
“Oh fuck.” Rock up to meet him.
He groans.

Slow thrusts moving closer, closer but not quite there. I slam up onto him, moaning, growling, he feels so good.
“Oh god you feel so tight.” He’s moaning in my ear, thrusting harder, deeper.
Almost there…
Rough thrusts, his cock impaling me with pleasure. I want to come, his hand pumping my cock, I’m so slick, so hard. He pants, moans drives in harder, further. My voice risies a notch. Then we lose it, slamming into each other, hurried, frenzied half kisses, his hand on my cock, my hands on his arse, pulling him down. There, there, oh god THERE! Spurting, exploding in his hand, between our pounding bodies. He doesn’t wait, follows me into exctasy, exploding inside me, thrusting deep, fast, furious, screaming, biting.

Then silence. My pounding heart, out rough breathing, his hands on my face, soft, wet. His slides from me soft, slumping over me boneless. I can’t even raise my arms to hold him.

Part Thirteen

Paige

Warmth, curling up from the base of my spine. Mir shifts, rolling over in my arms, faces me. Breathe deeply, love the smell of his hair. He nuzzles into my neck. My fingers move of their own accord, reach up into his hair, stroke his hair. I feel him sigh then look up in the darkness. He pulls away a little to see into my eyes and I can feel warmth seep away from us.
"You alright?" I whisper.
"Why'd you always ask that?" he murmurs sleepy.
I stroke his cheek.
"Cause I care about you."
And he only wanted to fuck me so Jay wouldn't hurt so much. He must sense me pulling away from him mentally.
"What is it?" so quiet, unsure.
I would have thought after six months togther he'd trust me a little more.
"Nothing, I just..."
I lean forward, kiss his forehead.
"What?" soft, he moved forward, wants reassurance.
I wrap my arms around him, pull him close, tight. Love the feel of him, warm. Sigh. I can feel his smile against my neck, makes me grin. He still only trusts me and only me, must be driving Jay crazy. Which isn't a good thing, and now i just fucked him. I twitch, tighten my hold.
"What? What is it? What's wrong?"
At least he talks a little more now, a little, not much and only to me, he still freezes up with Jay around.
"Paige?" so soft.
"I was just thinking."
"About."
"You"
"Me?" Confusion.
Brush hair away from his face.
"What happened today." I explain.
He doesn't pull away, he moves closer, legs tangling with mine.
"You felt good." husky voice.
I blink, did he jsut say what i think he did? I swallow hard.
"Paige?" unsure again.
Jesus he learns fast, knows exactly how to make me hot.
"Tease." I murmur.
"Sorry." he backs away.
I let him move an inch before I stop him.
"S'alright Mir, guess you had to learn eventually, just don't toy with me."
"I didn't mean..."
"Mir I'm tired."
"I'm sorry Paige, please." he sounds awful. "You want me to go?"
"No," hold him tight."No Mir, I never said that."
Kiss his hair.
"Never said that." I whisper as he snuggles down close again, warm, soft body in my arms, breathe deep and all I smell is him, musky, sweet. Cradle his body close to mine.
"I'll never say that." I murmur, letting the feel of his body calm me.
I cna't help wondring though, wondering how much longer before Jay loses patience, gets tired of waiting and takes what he wants, and I wonder how long before he finds out I fucked Mir. I wonder what he'll do then and cringe, he'd take Mir away. It'll kill him, Mir wouldn't handle it, and niether would I.

Amir

"Amir please, no, where are you? Mir?"
Paige struggles in my arms.
"Mir please, don't..." rambling.
"Paige I'm right here."
"Mir please, don't go, don't leave me..."
Tears on his face. What's wrong with him? What do I do? Shake him.
"Paige?"
"Mir where are you?"
"I'm right here. Come on Paige stop it."
Shake him harder.
"Mir." he sobs. "I'm sorry Mir please."
Slap his face. He jolts, back arcs slightly and he gasps.
"Paige?" he doesn't move. "Paige please, what's wrong?"
"Ha?" confused voice, sleepy, disorientated, strained, controlled.
"Paige?"
"Yeah." yawn. "What? You okay?" concerned.
My hearts pounding.
"You were...you had a bad dream."
Silence. Nothing, doesn't speak, doesn't move, doesn't breathe. He's scaring me.
"Paige?"
"I'm alright Mir. I'm fine now, go back to sleep, I'm sorry i woke you."
"What were you dreaming?"
"Nothing." hard voice. " I don't remember."
"Paige please."
"I said I don't remember." snapped then soft. "Please Mir, just go back to sleep."
His hands caressing my back, but it seems more like he's assuring himself than me.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?" I'm puzzled.
"For waking you, scaring you and I didn't mean to snap."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it was just a dream."
"Why won't you tell me?"
"It was nothing."
Hurts when he lies to me.
"If you say so."
"Mir I ...I just...It was just a dream."
"What about?
Silence, then so soft I almost don't hear him.
"You."
"Where'd I go?"
He freezes.
"Why'd you say that?"
"You were talking."
"What'd I say?"
"Don't go."
He won't look at me, buries his face in the pillow.
"It was just a dream."
And I realize he wants to believe that so badly he's clinging to it, so I let it drop. He seems freaked and that's scary, cause Paige doesn't freak.
"Yeah it was." reach out, carefully stroke his face, still doap from tears. "I'm not going anywhere."
Why would I? I can't live without him, I'd die trying. He holds me tight and I sigh into his body, let myself drift back into sleep with him.

Part Fourteen.

Paige

Mir's hand slides down my stomach and I realize suddenly that he's awake. He reaches for my cock and I fall back into the matress moaning. He presses down on top of me, stroking slowly, kissing along my jawline. The moment my eyes open he bends his head and brings his mouth down over mine. I whimper and moan, hands rising up to hold him, one hand burying in his hair. He groans against me. Perfection, he's beautiful and yesterday comes back to me in a ruch, tasting him, fucking him, making him cum, moan my name. His lips return to kissing mu jaw, dipping to my throat, up to my ear, he nips softly.
"Paige." my name a moan on his lips.
I roll him over onto his back, force myself not to grinde into him, scare him. He feels like heaven and I'm moaning again, capturing his mouth, hands sliding under his shirt, down to his boxers. He bucks into my hand. Can't stop kissing him, his lips so soft, his tongue, he tastes like warm apples and cinnamon. I release his mouth breathless, gazing down at him, he looks so hot it's sin, eyes drugged by pleasure. He pulls me back to him, tongue flicking in and out my mouth as I whither, groan, then he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I break away gasping. God I want him. He's breathing hard too, cock like steele in my hand, his eyes are like molten ore, hot desperate, drugged by lust, for me, all for me. I moan, rock into him, watch his eyes droop, lips part and groan. I move down, tease his nipple with my tongue, his other hard nub under my fingers. He moans, growls, he wants more but i doubt he knows what it is he wants.
"I want to taste you." I moan.
Baffles groan, I suck his nipple and watch his head fall back. I stop and he nods, comprehending. I don't hesitate, sliding down his body, removing his boxers as I go. I don't pause a moment, swallowing him fully, deep throating him. His back arcs and I hear him whimper, his hands fisting in my hair, tugging slightly. He tastes bittersweet and I want more, want him to cum, want to drive him wild. I suck hard, bobbing up and down his length. His moans rise fast. Caress his thighs, stomach, tease him. He growls and I'm jerked up, away from his throbbing cock.
"Paige..." pant. "Paige fuck me."
I like his head, and watch him shudder.
"Fuck me please Paige."
Comprehension reigns and I blink, didn't expect that.
"Paige?"
I slide up his body, licking, sucking his nipples, stroking his cock slowly.
"Will you? You don't have to..."
I silence him with my tongue, thrust two fingers inside him. He whimpers, clutches my head, kisses me hard, hot, his hips bucking into the intimate touch. I stretch him, tease, add a third finger. He groans into my mouth. Spread him wide, slide my fingers out, move closer, shift the head of my cock over his opening, making him slick with my precum. He's growling, pushing into me, wanting.
I don't have to ask if he's sure, it's blatantly obvious he is. Push my head in, feel his tighten. Oh god. We both groan. I tease him, slide around just at that ring of muscle. He's almost screaming for me, begging me to fuck him. I reach for his cock, pump it slowly. He arcs then relazes again. I thrust suddenly, his body stiffens, back arcs, soundless scream and he cums. His body jerks, muscles pulsing round my cock, exploding in my hand. I lose it, thurst over and over, convulsing as I cum deep inside him, unable to stop.

We lay panting.
"Sorry...didn't mean to..."
I chuckle. He tenses.
"You got me...there." he explains.
He's panting, groaning, I blink, that was masterful, got him off in one stroke. I find energy, shift out of him, kiss him slowly.
"It's alright." I whisper. "Just hope I didn't hurt you."
"I don't think so." he murmurs into my neck, nuzzling against me.
I kiss his forehead, stroke his hair.
"Good."

Part Fifteen

Jay

Paige walks in minutes after his summons. My cocks already hard, pulsing, I want Amir. The thought of him kept me up like this all night. But Amir couldn’t handle what I want today. I want a fuck, deep, rough, hard. I’m throwing Paige onto the desk and he growls. My whole body reacts, shudders, god I want to cum. I rock down hard against him, let him feel my rigid cock.
“Jesus Jay…” eyes wide in shock.
Then I cut him off, force his mouth open as I plunge my tongue in, tearing at his pants with trembling hands, all the while rocking down into him, feeling him rapidly harden for me. He’s kissing me hard, nails biting into my scalp and back, hips bucking up as I fight with his clothes. He knows what I want and he’s more than happy to oblige. Groaning, growling, moaning when I grab his cock, pump it hard. Whimper. I rip my cock out of it’s confines, don’t pause, plunge, thrust hard into him. His body stiffens, mouth open in a silent scream. He’s in pain, but I can’t stop fucking, thrusting, deep, hard, fast. I’m rough I know, he’s not with me this time, he’s just taking me in. Then I grip his hips, thrust, scream, convulse, bitep inp into his shoulder. He screams.

My hips are moving slowly, riding the ecstasy wave down, then back up as I ride him again, hard. I’ve lost all control. Conscious thoughts are scattered. He feels so good. I want Amir. He’s tight. Hot. Slick with my cum. I feel my nails bite into flesh as I bite his neck, cum again deep inside him, so deep I half expecting my cum to come bubbling out his mouth. His mouth open wide in a silent scream. Eyes bulging. And I know I’ve hurt him, probably made him bleed and I know I can’t let Amir see him like this. Oh god he feels good. I moan. Hips slowing, dick softening, sliding out of him, I’m panting, fighting for breath. Oh god he felt so good. So good. I slump to the floor beside the desk, moan my appreciation. He’s not moving, just lying there spent, used. He’s bleeding. Oh fuck. Fuck, shit, fuck. What’ve I done. One thought keeps me sane, Amir mustn’t see this, mustn’t see him, mustn’t know what I’ve done.

I can’t move. I know I’ve pulled muscles. Thoughts of Amir drift through my head. His head, his mouth on my cock yesterday. Paige fucking me at the same time. Wish Amir’d fuck me. Despite my painful muscles, despite the fact I just came twice, hard, my cock swells at the thought and lazily I stroke it. I can hear Paige’s laboured breathing from the desk and part of me is aware that he’s in pain.
“Paige?” my voice is harsh, laced with my arousal.
He sits up and suddenly I’m aware of two huge bite marks on his neck and shoulder. He looks down at my cock and slides to the floor, head bowing forward he begins to lovingly sock. My head falls back in an incredible moan of pleasure. Hands reaching out for his head, soothing his scalp with m fingers. He sucks, licks me slowly into my third climax, sucking my down, drinking my cum. Afterwards I’m overcome by lassitude, unable to move. He sits back on his heels, carefully schooling his face not to show the pain. His black hair is a damp mess. His body a bruised and battered mess. My eyes slide closed and I can’t escape the sleep that’s been denied me all night.

When I wake he’s still there and I can’t help but take my instant arousal out on him. Fucking him over the desk again. Slower this time, deep and lethargic, feeling him rock with me, try not to grimace with pain as I lose it and fuck him rough, cum hard inside him.

But it’s Amir I really want. Amir on my desk, fucking him slow, deep, then harder, faster, exploding inside him, watching him cum in my hand, over his stomach.

Paige isn’t moving, he can’t hide his pain this time. There are tears in his eyes.
“I’ll get a doctor.” I offer.
He shakes his head.
“I’m fine.” He croaks.
“I wasn’t asking you.” I snap.
He’s bleeding. Shit. Fuck.

Paige.

Pain. So much fucking pain. And he said he wasn’t going to hurt me. Liar. I grimace as he pulls out, reaches for a phone. Mir mustn’t see this, he can’t see me like this or he’ll never go near Jay and this’ll happen to him. So I’ll just lay back and not move. Not moving is good. Dull aches at neck and shoulder. My arse….my arse feels like the first time I was fucked. It hurts, burns and aches all together. Maybe a doctor isn’t such a bad idea.

The doctor comes and goes. My arse is numb, my neck and shoulder have stopped aching and apparently the bruises have dulled to a pale yellow. Nice drug that, felt cold but it stopped the pain. Jay’s watching me closely and I can see already that he’s thinking what I’m thinking. Amir must never find out.

“Paige…”
“I agree.”
“Ha?” he blinks.
“Mir does not need to see me like this and I’m never going to tell him about it.”
He just nods.
“So what are we going to do?” I ask.
“I’ve got another estate, I’ll send you there for the week.”
I nod.
“But leave Amir alone while I’m gone.”
I’ve never been so blunt before and he’s looking at me hard because of it, but he doesn’t say anything. He turns away, nods slowly.
“He won’t believe me that you’re alright so you better write him a letter.”
I blush.
“ I can’t read or write.” I murmur.
He swears softly.
“So what then?” he demands.
“Tell him whatever you want.”
“Paige.” Warning growl.
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have bitten me.”
“Fine then, go back to your room I’ll see Amir in the morning.”
I blink, freeze, back down. He could do it too, take Mir, fuck him like he fucked me. It’s certainly satisfy him.
“Look I’ll just send you to my friends estate, he’ll see that you’re taken care of and we’ll also have an excuse to send you there.”
“What?”
“It’s his birthday.”
“And I’m the gift.”
He nods.

Part Sixteen

Paige

“Where have you been? Are you alright? I was worried.”
“Did Jay bother you?”
“No.” frown. “Why? Where have you been? He said something about his friends estate…”
”Settle Mir I’m fine. He just needed a gift for his friend and I was it.”
Mir’s eyes go wide.
“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”
“Nothing major, I’m fine Mir, I’ve been more worried about you. Have you slept at all?”
“No.” whisper. “I was scared. Paige I missed you.”
“It’s alright now.”
Pull him into a tight embrace, feel him start to relax.
“Everything’s alright now Mir, but I’m exhausted.”
“Sorry, I just…I forgot.”
It’s near three in the morning.
“Go back to bed, I need to shower first then I’ll be right with you. Alright?”
“I could take a shower with you.” He offers.
Oh god I want to, but I can’t I’m still sore, bruised, with a few new ones. Jay’s friend wasn’t very happy when he couldn’t fuck, at least Jay had been strict on that point. Didn’t stop him demanding anything and everything else though, and he was an enthusiastic kinda guy.
“Not now Mir, I’m really tired.”
He looks disappointed, then he yawns. He looks haggard, he really mustn’t have slept all week.

Showering caused dull aches to throb and torn tissue to complain, and apart from that I really feel dead on my feet. I can’t wait to crawl into bed with Mir, his warm, soft, musky body. A shiver of pleasure runs through me. If felt so strange to be away from him. Six months of being with him every day and night and three nights without him seem like an eternity in hell. I couldn’t sleep without him. His soft breath on my neck, his hands curled in my shirt, one leg between mine. Then there was the last time I’d seen him, having just made him cum with one, single thrust. He was heaven. So crawling into bed with him was like sweet torment, I wanted him but I couldn’t have him, he really was forbidden fruit and I’d already tasted how sweet and rich he was.

He buries himself in blankets against me and I don’t even think, wrap my body round him possessively, protecting. Listen to him breathe, feel it on my neck in the dark.
“Paige?”
“Hmm?”
“I missed you.”
I sigh.
“I missed you too Mir.”
Kiss his hair and feel him relax into me, fall rapidly, gently asleep. But I find myself lying awake, holding him, wondering. Wondering how long we’ve got left together, its’ only a matter of time before Jay finds out about us or snaps and hurts him. Either way I’d lose him.

Amir

Wake to warmth for the first time in a week. Paige’s body wrapped protectively around me, making me feel safe. I bury myself closer, rest my cheek against his chest. I can hear his heart, slow, strong. He smells good. I can’t stop my tongue flicking out, licking at the skin between collar buttons. He shivers, arms tensing and I stop. If he slept through that he needs to sleep. I’d rather…oh god I’m half way hard just thinking about what he did to me. Now I know I have to get up. He needs to sleep.

Paige.

When I wake Mir’s already up and gone. I’m up instantly, wondering where he is, if he’s with Jay, if Jay’s touched him, hurt him, if he knows about us. Then my stomach growls and I wonder what time it is. Mir appears out of nowhere, he’s carrying a tray of food, but I know he wants to eat something other than what’s on the tray. He’s not saying anything, just looking at me with hot eyes, obviously aroused and my cocks twitching in response. Oh god, fuck, jesus, I want him. He puts the tray on the table, glides towards me. He’s wearing a tight black shirt and even tighter black pants. His cocks so stiff and his eyes are burning with lust, moving closer, it’s suddenly hot in here, hard to breathe. Oh jesus…
“Paige?” husky voice.
That’s it. I grab him crush his mouth under mine, push him up against the wall. His moans so loud they reverberate through my chest, into my mouth. I groan, grab his cock through his pants, massage it. He whimpers, bucks into me. I rock into him, grab his head, his arm. Hot, fast. I want him, I want him now. I pull his pants off, barely gentle, but he’s tearing mine off, caressing my cock. I break the kiss, feast on his neck.
“Fuck me Paige.”
I moan.
“Bed?” I suggest.
“Here.”
His legs wrap round my waist, his arse coming down, oh fuck and I slide inside him. How the fuck did he do that? I thrust. He moans, whimpers, rocks with me, inner muscles pulsing.
“Oh god Paige.” He’s moaning.
“Shh.” I groan then whimper as he rocks down hard. “Oh fuck.”
‘I’m fucking him against the…oh god…’ moan.
“Oh baby.” Moaning in his ear, rocking harder, our chests rubbing together. “Oh god Mir.”
He moans at the sound of his name and I know he’s trying desperately to be quiet.

I shift a little and suddenly I can plunder his mouth. He almost screams and I know I’m touching him there. Soft thrusts cause I’m so deep inside him but oh god. He’s tight, hot, slick, moaning my name…I can’t handle this. I’m gonna…
“Harder.” He pants and I obey, lose it, fuck him, ram my cock into him.
He grips my shoulders, suddenly quiet, then he’s screaming. Jerking, convulsing in my arms. Cuming between us, exploding, muscles pulsing as I thrust inside him, rapidly losing control. Fuck him hard, deep, ecstasy, oh god, then pleasure, stars, his mouth, his tongue. Screaming his name as I cum so hard inside him, riding him deep. He takes it all in, legs locking me in so deep.
“Mir, oh baby, oh god, MIR!”
What the…how the…oh gooooooood!!!
We slide to the floor together, me still inside him, kissing frantic, then deep, hard. Oh jesus fuck, my whole body aches but I feel so good. So damned good. Panting, still moaning. Obsenities, his name. He pulls away and I slide from him with a shudder of pleasure.
“That was hot.” He mumbles, still gasping for breath.
“I didn’t ….really…notice….” grinning at him. “Now if only you could do that for Jay.”
He won’t look at me. I blink, did he do it already?
“Mir?”
“I don’t want to do it with him.’
Eyes suddenly turned on me, shining, full of…
‘Oh fuck!’
“I missed you.” He murmurs.
‘And that’s not all.’ I suddenly realize. Oh god, he…it’s not just me then…oh no, this isn’t good, but I can’t stop smiling at him, returning that look he’s giving me.
“I missed you too Mir.” But I have to say something. “But Jay could do that for you.”
I have to say it, for his sake, if he doesn’t fuck Jay soon things are going to get nasty around here, fast. He won’t look at me, reaches for his pants.
“Mir don’t.” I find myself saying. I should shut up but I can’t.
“Please Mir.”
“Alright.”
“That’s not what I meant…”
“I’ll let him fuck me.”
“Mir no, that’s not what I meant. Just don’t leave yet, I didn’t mean to say…I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Reach out, stroke his cheek. “Please Mir, you have to understand…”
He looks at me now.
“He won’t hurt you.” I assure him lamely.
“I know.”

Part Seventeen

Jay

“I want…” Amir murmurs.
I frown.
“Yes?” Move forward, gently encourage him.
“I want to taste you.”
His hand suddenly over my cock, stroking.
“I want to suck you till you cum in my mouth.”
Can’t breathe, hot, oh god Amir. Ragged breath.
“Please?”
I can only groan, nod. I’ve been wanting, waiting. He leans forward bites my ear, gains access to my pants. I moan, whimper as his hand wraps round my rod straight cock. He strokes. More whimpers. Mouth on my neck now. Oh god. Oh jesus.
“Amir.” Moaning his name.
“Yes Jay?” my name moaned from his mouth over my right nipple.
I groan.
“Breathe Jay.” Paige leaning over my shoulder from behind, holding me up as Amir’s mouth reaches my navel. His hand’s speeding up.
“Oh god.” I whimper.
His lips reach my cock but don’t touch it, pausing, breathing over the tortured head, he’s still pulling me off.
“Breathe Jay.”
I gulp in air at Paige’s command.
Amir looks up, catches my eyes, angles my cock to his lips, opens his mouth. Pause. Tongue flicks out. I moan.
“Breathe baby.”
I almost snap at Paige for calling me that, but Amir’s lips seal around my head and I groan instead. He sucks, takes me in all the way, deep throat on the first thrust and I’m screaming, body bowed, legs gone weak, all to get further into Amir. Paige’s holding me up, moaning in my ear, I can feel his hard on in my back. Amir grabs my now naked arse and grips me to him, sucking, licking, deep throating me and I can’t stop whimpering, begging, moaning. I want to cum, so badly, he feels so good. Licking every part of my cock, my balls, my thighs then deep throating me again. I can’t do it, I can’t hold it. His fingers slip into the cleft of my arse and I cum hard in his mouth, screaming. Paige’s holding me, crooning in my ear to breathe and I force air into my lungs then scream again as I feel his finger penetrate me. Can’t…stop…coming. GOD!
I’m gasping, moaning, held against Paige’s chest, head back on his shoulder. So gentle he lets me slide to the floor, my legs are like jelly. Amir licks his lips, looks to Paige for support. I feel Paige’s smile. I can’t speak. Can barely breathe. Jesus. Oh god. Oh god Amir. I jerk, whimper, moan, and slump forward. I feel Amir’s startled hands steady me. He strokes my hair softly, then my shoulders.
“You alright?” soft voice.
I can barely manage to nod.

“Now it’s my turn.” I growl when I’ve caught my breath.
Amir freezes and I take the opportunity to throw him back to the floor. Stunned he just looks at my with wide terrified eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” I murmur, softly kiss his neck.
Paige is sitting back, enjoying the view. Good to see he trusts me enough to know I’m not trying to hurt Amir, otherwise this could end up going nowhere fa
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