Untouchable Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  “Thanks!”

  “Now you got your own. Thanks, baby girl.” Seldon stood to pull her in for a hug and a kiss on her forehead. Daniel sat by the vanity and looked through his treasures and Seldon nodded, satisfied. The boy finally had some belongings again. Even something he’d always wanted. He might still hold the disciplining against Seldon, but the makeup made the boy happy. The smile he glimpsed in the mirror warmed him.

  “So, what’s for dinner?” Rosadin asked.

  “Ask Daniel,” Seldon answered, getting the boy’s attention. “You can try the casserole again. If you like it, that is. Tomorrow you get to make it for the dinner party.”

  “That casserole?” Rosadin asked, looking hopeful.

  Seldon glanced at his daughter’s smiling face and nodded.

  “Casserole it is, then.” Daniel left his makeup out and left. He’d learn to keep order on the table later. Right now they had to start dinner, and Seldon needed to find something to occupy himself with. His dick was still raging from looking at the forbidden and absolutely stunning fruit. With the courage to tease him that Daniel had worked up over the past few days, the next three years just got harder with makeup in the picture.

  “I’ll go upstairs and play the flute while you cook,” Seldon said.

  “You don’t want to stay and chat?” Rosadin asked.

  “I’m dosing tomorrow so I’m fasting and…that’s torture.” Seldon pointed at Daniel. Rosadin snorted.

  “Please stay clear of Dad. I don’t want his hormones flying around from physical contact with you.”

  “What does that mean?” Daniel asked.

  “It means that if you touch me, my mating hormones will rise and be released into the air and to kin that smells like rotten eggs,” Seldon explained.

  “Oh, this is the cruelest day to give you a makeover, Daniel. Are you trying out your self-control, Dad?”

  “What? No,” Seldon said. “I’d never risk Daniel like that. Which is why I’ll go upstairs for an hour.” Seldon glanced at Daniel and that look was back in his eyes. The boy loved torturing him. And he thought Seldon was cruel for spanking him.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Daniel’s mind went all over the place after the makeup had been applied. Having it done by a woman who had helped kidnap him was not a favorite experience, but after the disciplining and first hour of a sore and warm ass, he got over it. That and the following conversation while they played around with different looks. How she had tried to help him by standing up to Seldon in a way Daniel couldn’t.

  The scent of makeup had a strangely soothing effect on him. He remembered it having something similar when he had stolen his mother’s to try on when his parents weren’t home, but it had always been coupled with the dread of them coming home early. His body had always been stocked with adrenaline to be able to run to the bathroom to take it off if he heard the front door.

  After having been kidnapped to the permeating scent of makeup shouldn’t it have imprinted some kind of trauma in his mind?

  Looking into the mirror, after she had announced that this was the look, he felt like he saw something of himself for the first time. Like the makeup drew something out or revealed something. Which was odd because how could something be revealed by being covered up? How Seldon had described the vanity of his race, and how appreciative the Cubi would be of this, made his stomach flutter with excitement, and he once again ran the differences of his mindset through his head.

  All the things he had liked had been either taboo or frowned upon in his world. Here it was appreciated. He still blushed at the fact that he had let himself get so horny at seeing Seldon get fucked and fucking that he would expose himself to be watched jacking off. That had certainly been appreciated, too.

  The look on Seldon’s face when he saw the makeup was priceless. The look in his eyes. The lust, the appreciation…Daniel had caused that, and Seldon wasn’t even allowed to touch. It gave Daniel some sort of satisfaction. Especially the comment about Daniel in the leather and makeup being torture. Yeah, two could play at the game of being cruel.

  He’d never thought he could appreciate the sight of a raging hard-on confined in denim, but for some reason he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at the big man’s crotch after the revelation of his new look. He fucking loved the attention. The past couple of days, and Seldon’s comment about Daniel being supposed to explore himself, had set off a train of thoughts going everywhere. And he kept going back to why he’d get hard at looking at men fucking.

  Seldon’s reactions to the brain fart of giving Seldon matching handprints in the kitchen had been riveting. At first, he was afraid he’d gone too far, but Seldon had played along. And turned around and become an asshole for spanking him.

  Once Seldon had gotten some makeup on, Daniel questioned how he could feel both admiration of and attraction to the man who had bought him and physically assaulted him. Maybe it was that Seldon didn’t hit him because it made him feel some sadistically perverse satisfaction. Was he really justifying this abuse to himself? But it made him feel better that Seldon hadn’t dished out more than he’d done to his own kids. For some perverse reason, it made Daniel feel less violated because truth of the matter was he was a slave, and he felt better knowing he wasn’t treated beneath Rosadin.

  However much he disliked Seldon’s ideas of disciplining, he also saw remarkable differences in how this world worked after Rosadin set up the differences between the Cubi way and human trafficking of women.

  The conversation he had eavesdropped on between Rosadin and Seldon set even more thoughts running, and he was actually thankful that she had pointed out the need for Seldon to talk to and reason with Daniel.

  He didn’t fear Seldon the way he had. Not even after getting his ass spanked. From there to fingernail removal had pretty much fucked his mind over, but the next days of gentleness had first resulted in a bunch of confusion. Now Seldon’s character was slowly taking a solid form in Daniel’s mind. He thought he knew what to expect and what was expected of him. Knowing that helped put his mind at ease and made all the difference in the world.

  He was still slightly pissed at himself for not being able to stay angry with Rosadin.

  Dinner with Rosadin and vegetating in the den with both her and Seldon, drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream and watching a movie was fun. It had brought a pang of both remorse and jealousy to see this father and daughter relationship. The fun, the love. Daniel couldn’t remember having anything close to this with his mom. Well, after he had turned eleven, that was, and her attention had become an embarrassment because he was one of the cool kids.

  Rosadin was almost seventy-seven years old but looked mid-twenties. Still, she wasn’t too old to lean against her dad and be hugged during the movie. Daniel was left to stretch out next to Seldon, at a safe distance, on the crescent sofa which he kind of didn’t mind. But seeing them made him feel lonely and homesick. The fucked up part was that he was homesick and missed something he hadn’t had because he had pushed his mom away, thinking her love and attention embarrassing. He had been stupid to dismiss that kind of love for his parents where he’d sit so comfortably and lovingly with his mom and watch a movie. That thought took the fun out of the comedy they were watching, and he even missed laughing at a joke or two, doing it per reflex when Seldon and Rosadin burst into laughter.

  “We better turn in. Daniel has a big day ahead of him tomorrow,” Seldon said, and Daniel sat up.

  “You’re gonna do great on the casserole.” Rosadin winked.

  “Thanks.” Daniel smiled, sorry she wouldn’t be there to help him with the makeup. He felt an odd sense of pride at being able to make Seldon proud of how he looked at the dinner party. Another insane realization he couldn’t explain, and as they piled up with finding out he couldn’t stay mad at Rosadin, he just left it the fuck alone.

  They got up, and Daniel cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen, giving them time to say goodbye. Upon entering the den t
o wipe the table he saw them hugging, so he did what he came there to do and left again in a hurry.

  He couldn’t wrap his mind around the intimacy between a dad and his child when he had raised that child using corporal punishment.

  Rosadin came into the kitchen. “Not going to say goodbye to me?”

  “Yeah, sorry. I just…” What? Didn’t think she wanted to say goodbye because I’m just the house slave?

  She smiled and came over, her arms stretched out. The hug was even warm, and it sort of satiated the need that had grown from watching them, yet it ramped up the confusion he wanted to forget. “Call me if you need help with makeup, okay? I’ll come by with some more next time I’m back.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Have fun with it, okay? Nothing wrong with a guy taking care of himself.” She pulled back and smiled at him.

  “I will,” he said, feeling the last animosity toward her leave his system. She kidnapped him, and yet he liked her. If this wasn’t some Stockholm-syndrome or something, he didn’t know what. Seldon came in and leaned against the wall, looking at them.

  “Daniel. As you live here, too, you’re also the host. Hosts show their guests to the door, in your case to the hallway, to show that you appreciate our guests having taken the time to visit.”

  “Yes, Master.” Another aspect Daniel wasn’t used to at home. Dinner guests, like his aunt and uncle, just yelled up the stairs as they left. Did they announce their departure in the hopes he’d actually show that he gave enough of a fuck to come say goodbye? He never had. It was grown-up stuff that was boring. He sometimes just collected a plate full of food and took it to his room even though they sat in the dining room instead of just the kitchen like usual. His parents had never explained all this. They hadn’t taught him anything useful, and they hadn’t spanked him. Seldon did both, and Daniel had trouble figuring out what he should find best. How could someone be grateful about also getting spanked?

  Leave it alone or you’ll go insane.

  Daniel followed them to the hallway and watched Seldon give his daughter another peck on the forehead before opening the front door for her.

  “See you, Rosadin, and thanks for the makeup.”

  “You’re welcome, Daniel.” She smiled and waved. Seldon closed the front door and walked to Daniel with a satisfied look on his face.

  “That ended well. Did you finish up in the kitchen?”

  “I think so.”

  “Go have a look.”

  “Yes, Master.” Daniel hurried off to check. Other than wiping down the worktop, he was done, so he met up with Seldon and followed him to the bedroom where they stripped out of their clothes. Then to the bathroom where Seldon found makeup remover and cotton balls for the both of them.

  “So. Is wearing makeup everything you hoped it to be?” Seldon asked as they worked on getting it off.

  “Yes, Master. It’s…hard to explain.”

  “Try anyway.”

  “Okay, it’s…it’s like when I looked in the mirror with it on, it was like I saw something…like the makeup brought something to the surface that had never been seen before.”

  “Our style says something about us. Like Goth.”

  “There’s a dark soul.” Daniel chuckled and rubbed at his cheek to remove the foundation.

  “Not necessarily. Everybody needs to be appreciated—humans, Cubi…dogs. Doesn’t matter. Your society is so transfixed on irrelevant things like…money.”

  “In here you’re transfixed on having the most beautiful slave. Buying people for that in the human world that would be…sick, and of course illegal, because you’re not allowed to buy people.”

  Seldon snorted. “What hooker makes most? The looker or the strung out addict with bags under her eyes and needle marks up her bone-skinny arms?”

  Daniel sucked in air to answer, but he really didn’t have one.

  “And I didn’t buy you. What makes you think that?”

  “I saw it…you signed something.” Hadn’t that been an agreement of payment?

  “I signed a contract to protect you from other Cubi and train you as a companion.”

  “Oh.” Well, that was an unexpected twist, but he was still owned. A slave. “Back to the Goths,” Daniel said to not put more thought into that topic.

  “Goth or any other style wants to be seen and appreciated for their individuality. They group together with like-minded people, in this case, a sense of style, because it’s all they have. Didn’t you hang with a specific group or did a popular, beautiful boy like yourself hang with the geeks and chess players, too?”

  “Point taken, Master. And here?”

  “Breeders are always naked, and not a lot of them flock together by the code on their neck. It’s not exactly what they feed us from that they want to identify by. Some do, but they actually have to talk to each other and get to know each other because there’s not much else to divide them. Well, except for the claimed breeders. They kinda feel a sense of hierarchy over each other depending on the color of their owner’s eyes. Being allowed to wear clothes is a status symbol equivalent to being of the Grand House itself for us.”

  “Do Cubi flock together like that? Like eye color?”

  “No, because we have a responsibility to be there for the lower Cubi. Lower in energy, not worthless. The ones who gain power and responsibility under a Lord or become a Lord of a House are the ones who show themselves most worthy through the respect they show the lower Cubi.”

  Daniel actually liked that structure. He definitely liked that he was the top of the slave hierarchy because he was allowed to wear clothes. For another three years. And even then he’d be chosen by a purple-eyed. He wondered whether he’d end up with Lord Caledon. He was a nice guy, so Daniel would do what he could to catch that guy’s eye. Unless Seldon’s eyes changed before then.

  “How long does it take for eyes to change color?”

  “About a hundred years.”

  “When did your eyes turn green?”

  “About forty years ago.”

  So much for that idea. It would be another sixty for Seldon to become a purple-eye, and Daniel would no longer be pretty. Unless he was one of the few Changelings. He didn’t think he was, though, and he still didn’t know whether he hoped to be. Being a hunter like Heimli and Chas, both Changelings? He didn’t think he could stomach it. Would he even be since he was an Untouchable?

  “Hey, come on. Shut your brain off for a while. I know you still have a lot of questions and worries about tomorrow, but we’ll go through it all before they get here, okay?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Let me see you.”

  Daniel turned to let Seldon inspect his face. Apparently, he hadn’t gotten it all because Seldon went over his face again with a cotton ball. Daniel cleaned up around the sink. They left the bathroom together, and Seldon turned out the lights as he went while Daniel climbed into bed. Seldon sat naked on the edge of his bed, looking at Daniel.

  “I still don’t trust you enough to not shackle you at night, but you get a choice. Either stay in your bed tonight and be shackled. Or sleep next to me in my bed and not be shackled. You know I won’t touch you in a sexual manner.”

  Daniel’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t exactly slept a whole lot after Seldon had fished him out of the closet and spooned with him, but that was probably mostly because of the dream he’d had.

  “What would you prefer, Master?”

  “That you choose.” Seldon kept a straight face, and Daniel had nothing to read from. But he got up and joined Seldon. A smile tugged at the corner of Seldon’s mouth as he stood and lifted the covers for Daniel to climb in.

  Seldon climbed in behind him and scooted closer, which Daniel had actually expected. He still stiffened at the feel of a boner, rubbing against the crack of his ass.

  Seldon put an arm around Daniel, tugging him closer. “Don’t mind the stiffy.”

  “What about your hunger? Isn’t that more than normal?�
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  “Yeah, but I can control it. And this is the only time you’re allowed to go at me. If you find me getting frisky in my sleep, slap me.”

  Daniel snickered, picturing it, but it was absolutely not funny.

  “I won’t have a breeder come by until tomorrow morning at some point. I’m not allowed to dose, and he’s the only one I might be able to talk into doing something without a dose. I’m doing that for your sake so I can actually focus on helping you tomorrow. Whether you’re going to stay in this bed or move to your own at that point is up to you.”

  “Aren’t you afraid of accidently dosing me when there’s nothing between us?”

  “No. Accidental dose discharge only happens when we’re really, really aroused, and this is just an I’m-hungry erection. It’s like going to bed without having had dinner.”

  Daniel chuckled, thinking he still had a few things to get used to. Like that sexual things didn’t have to be sexual in nature.

  “And you won’t get so hungry you’ll jump me?”

  Seldon snorted. “Had I been a blue-eye that was a possibility, but I’d probably just ask you to be covered in baggy clothes at all times and not wear makeup those days. Can’t do that tomorrow.”

  Daniel smiled at that. Yeah, he could drive this Incubus insane, and that was a power he was going to love to explore. His last thought, before he fell asleep, was wondering how he could feel comfortable being held by Seldon.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Seldon woke up with Daniel facing him. The boy was still fast asleep and looked so peaceful. He had really surprised Seldon when he had agreed to sleep next to him, and, on top of that, fell asleep quickly. After the disciplining, which had left some blue stripes on his ass cheeks, he had expected the boy to sulk or even move backward in their progress since the fingernail incident. But he hadn’t. And he and Rosadin had even seemed to hit it off.

  Turning gently in the bed so not to wake Daniel, Seldon looked at the alarm clock. His breeder would arrive soon, which was necessary since the hunger tingle had risen to a full itch, and his dick was drooling at the scent of the boy.