Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  What was growing wearisome was that after these encounters, he sent Tyler back to his room. They didn’t talk, and they didn’t touch beyond their need to find climax. At first, when Tyler entered Blessed’s playroom, his demeanor was hopeful. But time after time of the same tedious routine wiped the anticipation from his features. Now when he entered, he looked withdrawn. He didn’t seem to take any real enjoyment in their encounters. Both of them found release, but it wasn’t like that first time.

  Each encounter made it clear that Tyler was unhappy. Blessed’s slave master said he slept more than he watched the vid. And he had started skipping meals. If Blessed didn’t do something, he was afraid Tyler would die.

  “What did you do today?”

  Tyler finished undressing and lifted his head, eyeing Blessed with a distrustful expression. It wasn’t much wonder given that Blessed hadn’t talked to him beyond issuing orders in quite some time.

  “Answer me.”

  “I watched some television, ate, and slept.” Lowering his voice, he mumbled, “Just like I do every day.”

  Per usual, Tyler kept his answers short and to the point. Blessed noticed that he seemed to be fading. His skin was losing the glow it once had, and his eyes appeared to have far less sparkle and sheen. By draining his slave every day, was he somehow robbing him of his vitality? Perhaps, unlike the Krase warriors, his Earthling needed to save up his vital fluid before expending it. Blessed would have to ask his devotee to find out if all of Tyler’s nutritional needs were being met. Day by day he grew dimmer, and it showed in his appearance and the taste of his essence.

  “Did you recover from your injury?” Blessed had given Tyler some chores to keep him occupied, and he’d inadvertently gotten cut while cleaning kitchen utensils. Blessed’s cook had shrieked in fury and banished him from the kitchen. When Blessed found out, he’d wanted to rush to Tyler’s room to see the wound for himself, but he didn’t. Instead, he’d used his observational cameras in Tyler’s room to see that though the wound had bled profusely, it wasn’t something that was going to kill him. Still, after that, Blessed didn’t give him anything else to do. He didn’t want any harm to come to Tyler. He was safest if he simply stayed in his room.

  Tyler lifted his hand, showing Blessed that the cut across his palm had healed.

  “Come here.”

  Dutifully, Tyler stepped closer to Blessed’s chair.

  “Why are you unhappy?”

  “Do you want a list?” Tyler asked, his voice and demeanor surly.

  “I would like you to tell me honestly.”

  “Because there’s nothing for me to do.”

  “You are my sex slave. Your mission in life is to please me.”

  Tyler made a face, and it was one that Blessed still hadn’t quite figured out how to read. “What is wrong with that?”

  “Okay, you say I’m to please you, but we do the same thing each time. You make up reasons to punish me when you don’t need to. If you want to lick my ass and suck my dick, I’m more than willing.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “Can’t we do something else? Anything else?” Tyler sighed. “If I am to be your sex slave, I should learn all the ways to please you, right?”

  Blessed frowned.

  “There has to be more than what we’re doing.”

  “I could mount you.” Blessed thought that would silence him and make him see the value in continuing things just as they were. This way, with this minimal effort to obtain release, he kept his feelings about Tyler under control, and their curious interlude in the room at the auction house couldn’t be repeated. That intimacy they’d shared, looking at one another in the mirror, had been frightening. Blessed didn’t trust himself to be able to keep a rational frame of mind if he allowed that type of encounter to continue. This was safer.

  “We already know that you won’t fit.”

  Blessed cupped his chin, peering into his eyes. “Each day I should fit more and more in there until you could—”

  Tyler wrenched out of his grasp. “Stop it. Just stop picking on me to give yourself something to do. I never would have thought it after what we shared, but you are nothing but a bully.”

  The word translated into a grave insult. That day, Blessed had admonished himself not to bully Tyler just to alleviate his boredom. Was that what he was doing now? Rather than anger, he laughed, causing Tyler to turn and flash him a look of such hopelessness he abruptly stopped.

  “My slave master says you haven’t asked for anything.”

  “He doesn’t have anything I want.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want to go home.”

  “Why?”

  “Why? Are you seriously asking me why I want to go home?” Tyler laughed and then shook his head. “How would you like to be enslaved by someone who doesn’t care about you at all, and then forced to spend most of your time in a tiny room with only one form of entertainment, where you’re only taken out so your owner can use you like a fucking sex toy, and once he’s done—bam! Right back into the room you go with nothing to do.” After spewing all of that, Tyler was almost breathless. “On my planet, I may have been what you keep calling a wage slave, but I was happy. A lot of my work was outside in the sunshine. I had a tan that’s fading now. But I miss other things that I realize now I took for granted. I lived close to my family, I saw my friends, and I did things with them. Nothing major. Just parties, barbeques, hanging out, and watching television. I went places alone and with them. I had a life. Here I do nothing but get you off, and it’s meaningless!”

  Blessed had never allowed one of his slaves to speak so freely. If there had been others in attendance, Blessed would have been forced to reprimand Tyler in a grave fashion to save face. However, since they were alone, he could let the matter go. He’d wanted to know, and now he did. Punishing Tyler for giving him exactly what he said he wanted would be the height of unfair.

  Hands on hips, Tyler glared up at him. “Aren’t you going to punish me now? I’ve given you a damn good reason this time. Here.” Tyler threw himself down on the cube. “Come on, master. Tongue my ass, suck my dick, then make me—”

  He never got to finish because Blessed strode over, grasped his hip, turned him, and then picked him up, tossing him onto his shoulder. He held him there with the grip of one powerful arm. Tyler didn’t struggle or speak. In his silence, he conveyed his fear. Blessed had no idea where he was going to take him or what he was going to do with him. He just knew he had to do something. He had to show him who was the master and that nothing he said bothered him despite the fact that it did. Tyler’s unhappiness troubled Blessed deeply. After the intensity of that first time, he’d wanted to do it again, but he didn’t trust himself, so he hadn’t. But now he would. He had to know if he would find that same magical connection or if it was only the novelty of the situation and the uniqueness of a new slave.

  Deciding what he had to do, Blessed left his playroom and strode through the house to his bedroom. This was his sanctuary. No slave had entered here for his pleasure. House servants cleaned and such, but they did not linger. Blessed hadn’t ever met a slave he wanted to bring into his most private area. It seemed to him that Tyler was bound to give him more firsts than all his other slaves combined.

  Once inside the black-and-red room, which reflected the colors of not only Blessed’s form, but also those of the uniform he wore when he went into battle, he tossed Tyler down on his bed, suppressing a grin when he looked around with wild eyes.

  “What are you doing?” Tyler started to edge away from Blessed by moving backward using his hands and feet.

  “You want variety in pleasing me?”

  “I, uh…”

  “You will learn to do all kinds of things. By the time I am done with you, Tyler, you will be able to perform perversities upon a Krase warrior that will make him howl with bliss.”

  Tyler swallowed hard and he double-timed his maneuverings in an attempt to get a
way.

  Blessed grabbed the top cover and used it to pull Tyler to him. “Few know the secret areas on our bodies. But I will show you.”

  Tyler’s eyes were so enormous Blessed feared they would pop out of his head.

  “I thought this is what you wanted?”

  “You make it seem like teaching me is a threat!”

  Blessed laughed in a deliberately cruel way. “Perhaps it is. Because once someone knows the secret to pleasing us, I do not think that creature can be allowed to live.” Blessed jumped on the bed, pinning Tyler below him using only the power of his stare.

  “You—wait a minute.” Tyler’s fear swiftly changed to suspicion. “Are you telling me that you’d give me all these sexual secrets and then kill me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Liar.”

  Now it was Blessed’s turn to look surprised.

  “You’re only trying to scare me again.” He leaned up until their faces were very close. “You wouldn’t kill me because I’m too valuable.”

  “Aren’t you clever.”

  “I am.” Tyler pressed his mouth against Blessed’s.

  Stunned by the move, Blessed pulled back. “What was that?”

  “A kiss.”

  He frowned. It translated well enough but he simply didn’t understand the point. “Why did you kiss me?”

  “Because I wanted to.” Tyler blinked and then his brows lifted. “Your kind doesn’t kiss! In that video I watched, they never brought their faces anywhere near one another.”

  Blessed didn’t have to ask what video Tyler was referring to. He knew from the tracker on Tyler’s entertainment that he perused the sex channel often but rarely watched anything but scenes involving Krase warriors. Concerned that he would inadvertently learn some sexual tricks that might enslave Blessed, he had been careful to only let the most basic of acts through. Although, Tyler might not even understand what he was seeing or the import of it. Each species had their own curious and unique erogenous zones. Blessed had learned a few of Tyler’s that weren’t obvious, such as his nipples and his neck, but he thought if he knew additional areas he would be able to have more control over him.

  “But before I show you mine, you will show me yours.”

  Tyler laughed, genuinely happy. “You already know mine.” In sequence with his words, he touched the areas on his body. “My neck, my nipples, my cock, and my ass.”

  “Surely there are more.”

  Tyler looked away and then back.

  “Tell me.”

  “Tell me one of yours first.” Defiantly, Tyler crossed his arms over his chest.

  Blessed wanted to be angry, but this is what he so enjoyed about his Earthling. He was defiant, but often it was only over silly things, as if he refused him so they could have harmless fun. And that was something Blessed had far too little of. His world was war, conquest, defilement, dominance, and when he had retired it had become a world of boredom. One little alien had turned everything around.

  “I will show you.” Blessed sat back, crossing his legs. “I like when your bottom bounces here.” He touched the area above his detaf. “The pressure against it makes me long to have my release, but I resist because the longer I do, the better that blast feels when it finally comes.”

  Tyler sat up and grinned. “Me, too. I mean, here.” He cupped his balls. “I don’t like anything sitting on them causing pressure, but when you tease me and make me wait for release, it builds an internal pressure here that I fight. When I finally climax, the feeling of pleasure is multiplied.”

  Blessed nodded, filing the information away. “Your balls are very curious to me.”

  “Oh?”

  Reaching out, Blessed cupped them gently into his hand. They were surprisingly soft and so vulnerable he instantly felt the power of holding them, but he also discovered he was loath to do anything that might hurt Tyler’s clear trust in him. “They do not grow or shrink with the level of your release. They are similar to my detaf, but not quite the same, as mine is like a bag that swells and shrinks with fluid. If yours swell, it is so minute that it is unnoticeable.”

  Tyler said nothing, which caused Blessed to look up at his face. Tyler was sitting very still, almost as if he were afraid that at any moment Blessed would wrench his balls off.

  “I would not hurt you.” He was angry that he had to keep reminding him, but then again, Blessed knew he had only himself to blame since he kept deliberately frightening him.

  Nodding, Tyler didn’t relax fully until Blessed let go of his sac.

  “Show me another spot that you like touched.” Blessed settled back on the bed. Already, with this smallest change in the structure of their encounter, Tyler seemed brighter and far more engaged.

  “Ah, no. I showed you one for yours. It is your turn.”

  Blessed considered lying but then thought that there was something he wanted Tyler to do to him, something he’d never dared to ask another to do. “Here.” Blessed stroked his finger over his hair. “I like to have my hair touched.”

  Tyler tilted his head as if he didn’t believe him, but then he rose to his knees, moved close, and stroked his hand over Blessed’s hair. “Oh.” His voice was clearly surprised.

  “What?”

  “It’s not hair so much as it’s living.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “My hair”—Tyler pointed—“is dead protein, keratin, I think. The strands aren’t sensitive to touch except at the scalp. Now, on the other hand, your hair is thicker and clearly has nerve endings, or whatever your kind calls touch receptors, all along the entire length.” Tyler paused as he trailed his fingers through Blessed’s hair, practically making him purr. “You don’t cut your hair, do you?”

  “No. It would hurt dreadfully. When I go into battle, I wear a helmet that covers it completely.” Blessed examined Tyler’s hair. It was pale, thin, and very different from his own. “You cut yours?”

  “Yeah. It just keeps growing, but it has no feeling. Not like yours.”

  Blessed caressed his scalp and his hair as he did the same to him. It seemed they both liked the contact, Blessed more so than Tyler. Before he could become too enslaved by Tyler’s pleasing strokes, he said, “Another.”

  “You first.”

  “You are just saying the same things I am.”

  “That’s not fair. I’m sharing information with you, just as you are with me. Now,” Tyler said, leaning close. “Show me another spot that you like touched.”

  Debating whether or not to share something so deeply personal, Blessed decided that he should show Tyler since he would never tell another. “Here.” He lifted his arm and showed him a band of muscle that wrapped around from his back to his chest. “I know it doesn’t seem like much, but when you stroke along this, I—” He was unable to finish when Tyler slid his hand along the length of muscle. His eyes closed as he lay back on the bed with his arms above his head.

  Tyler straddled his hips and then proceeded to stroke both sides. And then he leaned forward and kissed Blessed’s lips while he did the motion again. It was a curious blending of sensations that had Blessed longing for release. When he opened his eyes, he discovered Tyler’s were closed as he kissed and touched him.

  “Your turn.”

  Tyler’s eyes opened slowly, and Blessed realized that one of the things that excited Tyler was pleasing him. How curious. Most creatures looked after their own enjoyment first, but Tyler seemed to be able to translate Blessed’s gratification into his own.

  “Kissing.”

  “We have done that.”

  “Minimally, yeah. But there’s more to it than just pressing our lips together.”

  “Show me.” Blessed moved as if to sit up, but Tyler placed his hand on his chest, encouraging him to stay where he was.

  Tyler leaned in close, pressed his lips to Blessed’s, and then he swiped his tongue against Blessed’s lips. It was a strange sensation. And then he slid his tiny tongue inside Blessed’s mouth. The
shock of contact with his own tongue made the length of flesh coil around Tyler’s, and then Blessed sucked lightly.

  Pulling back, Tyler looked down at him, and for a moment, Blessed thought he’d done something wrong.

  “You’re a natural.”

  “I am?”

  “Yes. That’s exactly what I like about kissing. Twisting our tongues together.” Tyler leaned forward, and they kissed deeply again. This time, Blessed snaked his tongue within Tyler’s mouth, which caused him to groan. And then Blessed went too far or too deep. Whatever he’d done caused Tyler to pull back very suddenly so he could cough.

  “Okay, big guy, don’t stick your tongue down my throat.” Tyler grinned. “I need that for breathing.”

  “I thought that tongue dueling was what you liked.”

  “Yeah, but that’s a bit much. Keep it soft, like a dance. Okay?”

  Blessed looked down. “You’re hard again.”

  “I know. See what kissing does to me?”

  Tyler leaned in, kissing Blessed in his relaxed way. Blessed kept going even though he wasn’t completely sure he liked this, but since Tyler did, he would gladly do it as much and as often as he desired. And then Tyler kissed him, stroked the side muscle with one hand, and caressed his hair with the other. Blessed was lost in the mix of sensations. It was glorious. He’d never slowed down enough or shared enough to have all his favorites touched at the same time.

  Cupping his hand around Tyler’s buttock, he stroked his fingers up and down the crevasse of his behind. With his other hand, he teased the side of his neck, noting that his heart rate increased as did the speed of his kissing.

  Teasing one another, they slowly built their lust to the point where they needed climax. But they held off. The delay increased the pressure, and they silently agreed that the longer they waited, the better the end result would be. When Tyler groaned and rocked his cock firmly against Blessed’s belly, he eased him to his side.