Slave For Rent

by Samantha Cayto

  “That’s what you get for being such a little monster. God, I feel like Frankenstein.”

  The rebuke didn’t worry Danny given the teasing tone of Paul’s voice. In fact, it made him feel even more wanted and safe. Any possible worry that Paul only kept him out of a sense of duty or even pity fled in the wake of his obvious affection. They were going to be okay. Fahey hadn’t ruined their budding lives together. Now, if they could just get past this damn baseball game.

  Finally, Paul switched off the television and before Danny could stand on his own, Paul whisked him up. Strong arms hugged him close, while hungry lips captured his. Danny greedily returned the affection, practically trying to climb inside Paul. He barely registered being dropped onto the bed with Paul’s larger body following him down and covering him. Danny clutched at Paul’s shoulders, holding him tight, fighting any effort of Paul to separate them.

  Paul chuckled into Danny’s mouth and pulled away. “We won’t get far, baby, unless we get these clothes off first.”

  Danny didn’t need to be reminded twice. He tore off his shirt and gave no resistance to Paul tugging at his jeans. He grinned wildly at the look on Paul’s face when he saw Danny had gone commando. Then he gasped as Paul once more gulped down his cock.

  “No, wait. It’s my turn.” His plea was half-hearted at best. Sure he wanted to go down on Paul, but at the same time, his eyes rolled back at the things his master did to his dick.

  Paul pulled off with a smack of his lips. “Right now, it’s all about you, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

  The man returned to laving and sucking Danny’s rod with intense enthusiasm. Danny let go of any effort to stay in control and just let himself feel. Yes, this was what he craved, to surrender to the desire of another man who knew how to make his body sing. He fisted the bedding and writhed as much as Paul’s hold on his hips would allow. He shuddered and moaned, his orgasm building quickly to its peak. Before it erupted, however, Paul let him go. Danny cried out his frustration.

  “Such an eager boy,” Paul tsked.

  The man loomed over him for another kiss. Danny’s hole quivered in response to the Frenching of his mouth by Paul’s tongue. It yearned for similar treatment from Paul’s dick. Danny had hopes when Paul released his mouth, but the kissing continued down Danny’s throat instead. Danny crooked his head back to give his master better access and moaned in encouragement. The kisses turned to laps, the silky tongue laving each of Danny’s already tingling nipples. Teeth scraped across the nubs. A hiss morphed into a sigh as a tongue eased the prick of pain.

  As Paul worked his way down Danny’s stomach, his cock twitched in anticipation. But Paul stopped laying his trail before he hit the tip and reversed course back to torture Danny’s nipples some more. Danny wiggled and whined his disappointment to no effect. Eventually, Paul kissed him breathless once again before pulling up. Then he shoved a pillow under Danny’s ass and pulling Danny’s legs apart, dove back in. This time, his tongue lapped at Danny’s hole.

  Danny quivered and writhed. “Oh, God, Master.”

  The lapping stopped. “Say my name.” The order came out in a low growl.

  “Paul,” Danny replied, happy to break through the remainder of his reserve.

  His reward was an attentive rimming, Paul’s tongue easing the puckered ring open, softening it, and sending little shock waves through Danny. His cock throbbed with renewed demand and his balls pulled up tight to his body. He needed release and wonderful as this all was, he wanted more.

  “Please, Paul, fuck me.”

  Teeth nipped at his inner thigh. “You sure you’re ready, baby?”

  “God, yes!”

  Seconds later, cool lube replaced the warmth of Paul’s tongue. A finger pierced him, making him arch up and cry out.

  Paul stilled. “You okay, baby?”

  Danny slammed his hands down with frustration. He opened his eyes and gazed up at Paul. “Don’t stop. Fuck me. Show me how much you want me.”

  Paul looked down at him with a fierce and unreadable expression. Still, it left Danny feeling branded, like he truly belonged to Paul now. He kept his eyes open so he could watch his man while he finger-fucked him with first one, then two, then three. With each increase in pressure, he squirmed. This was what he loved, the slow burn and pressure. Then Paul brushed his prostate with deliberate strokes and Danny had to abandon his plan to watch.

  With his eyes slammed shut, Danny couldn’t see Paul slick up his cock and press it against his entrance. He heard and felt every movement, though. The anticipation of being breached rode his nerves hard. For a split second, his mind tried to go back to that other awful invasion. He kicked the memory away. This experience was nothing like that violation. He wouldn’t allow this pleasure to be taken away from him.

  He forced his eyes to reopen so that he could see who claimed him, know it was Paul and no one else. He felt Paul’s cock, every hard, long, loving inch of it sliding up his channel. Danny let out a groan with each step of the way and when Paul filled him to the hilt, Danny wrapped his legs around him. He didn’t want to ever let his master go again.

  Paul fell forward, bracing his hands on either side of Danny’s head. The boy wore a look of absolute pleasure. If any part of Paul doubted the sincerity of his slave’s words, the expression and the way the boy’s legs gripped him close wiped that away. Danny wanted him, wanted this joining of their bodies. He hadn’t hesitated or tensed or given any other indication that Fahey’s violation haunted him. Perhaps that was a benefit of being a slave. Having never expected dominion over his own body, Danny might be able to overcome his experience better than Paul would have. Whatever the case, Paul basked in the moment, incredibly grateful to be welcomed inside his boy once more.

  Danny’s lips quirked up. “Move. Please.”

  “Yes, sir,” Paul replied.

  Bending down to steal another kiss, Paul started thrusting. He kept his strokes slow and steady at first, using his tongue to mimic the pace. When Danny bucked up to meet him, he went faster. Danny’s hands came up to cling to Paul’s shoulders. He dug his nails in and kicked his heels against Paul’s ass. Paul could take the hint. Soon their bodies slapped against each other, a wet, urgent sound.

  Paul had wanted to make this first time last longer. Denying himself the pleasure of Danny’s mouth on his cock earlier left him too primed. His orgasm tore out of him, sending a shudder through his body. Danny’s muffled cry into Paul’s mouth told him he wasn’t the only one to finish quickly. Sticky cum hit his chest. Paul kept drilling into Danny’s slippery channel until he couldn’t keep himself up any longer.

  Collapsing onto Danny, he kept it together long enough to roll them onto their sides. They both heaved like marathon runners. Paul planted affectionate kisses on the top of Danny’s head between gulping in air. He held him as close as he could manage, trying to stay inside and mourning the loss of contact when his spent cock finally slipped out. Danny twined his legs with Paul’s, obviously needing the contact the same way Paul did. Neither of them said anything, communicating instead with small touches. Eventually, Danny stilled long enough that Paul thought he’d fallen asleep.

  Then Danny spoke. “I love you, Master,” he said in almost a whisper. “I love you, Paul,” he amended.

  Every inch of Paul froze, his heart most of all, before lurching into a throbbing beat. He pulled back and lifted Danny’s face by his chin. The boy’s eyes were open and he returned Paul’s gaze unflinchingly.

  “You don’t have to say that.”

  Danny frowned “I know. I mean it.”

  Paul couldn’t wrap his mind around the declaration. “Really?”

  Danny treated him to a sweet smile. “Why would you doubt it?”

  Paul broke eye contact. “Because you’re a slave. I don’t want you to think you have to say it just to please me.” He shrugged. “I mean I love you, of course, but it’s okay if you don’t return the feeling.” God, he felt like an awkward teenager.
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  Danny’s smile went megawatt. He launched himself at Paul, knocking him onto his back. Beaming down at Paul, he said, “You do? You love me?”

  Paul actually felt himself blush at the question. He tugged at a lock of Danny’s hair that fell over his forehead. “Yeah, I do. I think I’ve loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

  Danny tackled Paul again, fusing their lips and taking the lead in a way he’d never done before. Damn, if saying I love you made the boy this hot for him, he’d say it all day, every day. They wrestled around the bed, hardening their dicks once again. Danny ended up on top, impaling himself on Paul’s cock with an unbridled enthusiasm that Paul knew would make the boy sore. He couldn’t work up the energy to try to slow him down. Danny rode Paul to climax with blinding speed.

  Paul dug his fingers into the boy’s hips and arched his back. He howled out his pleasure—the physical and the emotional. He had is boy back and they loved each other. Later, with Danny asleep in his arms, he kissed the mop of dark hair for the millionth time and whispered his love once more.

  “You are mine and I am yours.”

  Epilogue

  Danny stood with his back pressed against Paul’s chest and watched color explode in the sky. He’d never seen fireworks this close before. The whole vacation had been firsts in his life. Staying at the hotel on the beach, watching the sun go down behind the waves, likewise watching it come back up again, and taking long walks along the shore with the man he loved, and who loved him in return. They’d even built a sand castle. Everywhere they’d gone and everything they’d done had been a wonder to a slave boy. All throughout, Paul had treated him like a lover. He couldn’t believe what his life had become.

  A particularly loud firework had him jumping. Paul’s arms, wrapped around his waist, hugged him tighter. Danny felt safe and cherished. He almost wanted them to stay on that balcony outside their room forever. But in a few days’ time, they’d be back home and back to work. Danny didn’t mind. Everything was perfect and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

  When the show ended, Paul held him in place. They stood watching the waves against the dark of night instead. Paul nuzzled Danny’s neck, making him squirm from the tickling sensation and his cock’s growing interest. They’d fucked twice that day already. His body didn’t care. There was never enough of Paul.

  Paul’s chest lifted and fell in a silent sigh. “I wish I could make this day more meaningful for you.”

  Danny twisted his head to give Paul a quick kiss. “I don’t know what you mean. It’s been awesome.”

  Paul’s hold tightened. “Except we’re celebrating freedom when you’re not free.”

  “Don’t be silly, Paul. This is about America’s freedom from the British. I’m pretty sure they have slaves in England, so why would I want the revolution not to have happened?”

  “That’s true. England has bucked the EU trend. But you’re missing the point. I’d love to take you somewhere you could be free, like Canada.”

  Slightly alarmed, Danny turned in Paul’s arms. “My life is here. I wouldn’t want to leave my parents. Or Oliver, Mr. Fiorello….” His voice trailed off, the thought of losing everyone he knew upsetting him.

  Hugging him close, Paul kissed his temple. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want you to have the best life possible.”

  “I already do with you.”

  Paul kissed him again and leaned back so they could look at each other. “I’m glad you think so because I’m going to ask Ben if we can up the time for my buying you outright and lending you back to Tanner Lumber. You’ll be mine officially and permanently and still get to work with your father and Oliver. How does that sound?”

  Danny pretended to think about it for a few seconds, head cocked, gaze over Paul’s shoulders. He marveled that he felt comfortable enough with Paul to tease him. That’s what love did for you, he supposed. He couldn’t keep up the ruse for long, though. He laughed at the growing look of anxiety on Paul’s face and threw his arms around Paul’s neck.

  “Perfect! Now, let’s go fuck, Dr. Frankenstein.”

  He squealed in delight when Paul’s answer was to toss him over his shoulder.

  Coming in 2016

  Book Three in the Pleasure Slaves Series

  Heir to a Slave

  Diego didn’t think he’d survive his master’s brutal treatment for long. But when the man suddenly dies, his heir gives the slave boy renewed hope. His new master is everything Diego ever yearned for—handsome as sin, sexy and best of all, kind. Suddenly, being a trained pleasure slave turns from being a nightmare to a dream come true.

  Jason McGill has lived a carefree and optimistic life with the one ambition of creating his art. He certainly never expected to inherit his uncle’s newly-acquired wealth, including a house full of slaves. The pretty boy who is there to warm his bed, however, is easy to accept. He never expected to own a slave, but he cannot resist the lure of the hauntingly beautiful slave boy with the deeply sad eyes. Jason makes it his mission to chase that look away and replace it with a happy one.

  Their tentative relationship is put to the test when Jason’s free boyfriend, Kurt, arrives. Jason thinks the three of them can form a loving bond, but Kurt has other plans. To him, Diego is just a living toy, something to play with however he wants. To stay with Jason, Diego will endure anything. As tensions mount, he can only hope Jason will take off his rose-colored glasses and see the world as it really is.

  About the Author

  I'm a corporate lawyer, happily married for over twenty-five years, with three kids and three dogs. No white picket fence, but we do live in the ’burbs west of Boston. While my husband and I still do occasionally lick chocolate off each other, our more typical evening involves lying in bed once the kids are in theirs, and reading separate books. Mine, of course, are romance. I started reading them as a defense against all those boring legal documents. Once I started, I couldn't stop.

  I've also loved erotica since I was old enough to appreciate what sex is. I love reading and writing M/M in particular. I've been publishing erotic romance since 2009.

  Besides my family, writing, and reading, my loves include the sight, smell, and sounds of the ocean (I'm a New England girl through and through), chocolate (naturally), prime rib (bloody), and good bourbon on the rocks.

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