1. Redemption: Ch.4


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    Boy Rayne’s taste was still in hermouth, the thick, surprisingly sweet warmth sliding down her throat as she stared wide-eyed at Master Lucien. Boy Rayne had slipped from her grasp, dived to the floor, and had fled… again. She had no time to feel disappointed at his continued fear of her. Master Lucien rolled over, his legs entangling within the satin sheets as he tried to leave the bed. He fell to the floor with a grunt. Rayne watched, her mouth gaping, as he gripped a chest of drawers near the round bed and hauled himself up, a confused scowl firmly planted on his beautiful face. Getting his feet beneath him, he rose like a lurid, sinful god. Temptation incarnate. Completely naked. His hair was a tangled mess over his face, multifaceted gold cascading over lean rippling muscles, the contrast beguiling. His chest heaved with every breath as he clumsily reached for a black bottle. Using a rough hand to push back his hair, he tipped his head back, wrapped his lush lips around the opening to the bottle, and began gulping deeply. Rayne nibbled her lower lip, wondering what was in that ominous looking, black bottle. It had a grinning skull with cross bones emblazoned on it. Master gave a little choked cough and grimaced, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Licking his lips, he turned his head and pinned her in place with the weight of his ice-blue stare. He looked different. His eyes had a slightly reddish tinge surrounding the pale-pale blue, and he wavered a bit on ...
    his feet. “Fuck,” he hissed looking back into the other room before frowning back at her. He looked down at his glistening cock, still wet from her saliva and some of Boy Rayne’s cum. His lips parted, eyes widening as he swiped at the pale pink fluid with one finger. He stared at it confused. Rayne felt her face heat. What if Master Lucien did not want her to pleasure others. But she was a slave—an un-owned one. She had no collar of ownership. “Master,” she whispered, longing filling her. If only he would accept her as his personal slave. She wanted to belong to him ever since he’d awakened her with a kiss on Arboria. He was still rubbing Boy Rayne’s cum between his fingers looking confused. Did he not know what it was? He looked at her, his brows pinched over his nose just before his mouth and jaw popped open with a gasp. Rayne gave a little yip of surprise when he practically flew across the wide round bed to grip her arms tight. He hauled her up against him with one arm as he swiped at the corner of her mouth with the fingers of his other hand. Apparently, she had a droplet of semen there too. “What were you doing? Did you get sick, baby? Did... did Boy do something to you?” His eyes darkened momentarily and his lips pulled into a hardened line. Rayne bit her lower lip. “Sir, no, sir. I…” When she didn’t say anything else, his scowl intensified. “You what?” She felt her cheeks burn. “I just wanted to please you, Master and Boy.” His face became blank, though his eyes, the ...
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