Page 57 of Prior Claim
He put one hand on the bed beside Rei’s ribs and stroked himself, then drove in.
Rei’s breathing stopped. His back arched, and Sevastyan felt his stomach muscles clenching and releasing. His hips shifted the slightest amount, lining themselves up with the angle of Sevastyan’s entry.
Sevastyan stroked Rei’s side once, with the hand not bracing him up, then he put it down on the bed as well and rode Rei’s ass the way it called to be taken.
Rei’s buttocks were warm against the V of Sevastyan’s hips. The inside of his body was even more heated. His channel clenched with each thrust, gripping Sevastyan’s cock. It would not be long now.
Sevastyan put his forehead down against Rei’s shoulder, grinding his hips into Rei’s body, pressing him into the bed in a steady rhythm, pressure building inside his loins. Rei smelled good, a combination of both of them after they had slept tangled together under the same duvet. More. Sevastyan wanted more. Needed more. He pressed his lips to Rei’s shoulder blade and gripped the sheets, rolling his hips. The pressure mounted. As it peaked, he leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the junction of Rei’s neck and shoulder.
Rei jerked, just once, a tiny, sharp, almost subvocal sound coming from his throat as Sevastyan spent himself in his body.
Sevastyan lay against him, flat, still sheathed inside him, sucking on the skin in his mouth. Rei breathed, his body processing the pain and transmuting it, his muscles unfurling even with Sevastyan’s teeth still gripping him and his own arousal pent up and subsumed under Sevastyan’s commands.
As his heartbeat steadied and slowed, Sevastyan released Rei’s neck and looked at his work. The skin was bruised in the shape of his teeth. Blood had been pulled to the surface in what would be a lasting bruise, but none had broken through. He kissed the tender point and slid his hand under Rei’s belly, lifting him up to all fours, then he drew his cock from Rei’s ass and pushed his thighs apart, leaving Rei in the center of the bed on his hands and knees. His cock was hard.
Sevastyan circled the end of the mattress, taking Rei in. Cum was just starting to seep from his ass. There was sweat on his skin. He swayed lightly, from exertion and the floaty place he’d been spanked and fucked into, the chemicals rushing through his body making him less than sober.
Sevastyan grabbed a cloth from the dresser and ran it over Rei’s back and under his chest. Then he slid his hand under Rei’s chin and raised his head. “Look at me.”
Rei blinked and met Sevastyan’s gaze. His pupils were slightly blown, but he wasn’t fully gone. He could probably still speak if given the directive.
“There you are.” Sevastyan stroked Rei’s cheek.
Rei blinked at him again, coming even further back to himself. Sevastyan ran the towel over his face. If he left the sweat on Rei, he’d eventually start to shiver. He let Rei lower his head and ran the towel over his ribs and down his legs, moving around the bed and back to Rei’s feet. The cum was starting to drip from Rei’s hole. Sevastyan took Rei’s upper thighs in his hands and parted his slave’s legs further, keeping the mounds of his buttocks separated.
The muscles in Rei’s back clenched just once. That was all the resistance he offered. No actual refusal, only Rei suppressing his own embarrassment.
Sevastyan dragged his fingers through the lube and cum slowly leaving Rei’s body. Then wiped the residue off on the inner part of Rei’s thigh.
“Stay,” Sevastyan murmured.
He moved around the room and the en-suite bathroom, cleaning himself off, brushing his teeth, getting dressed. Rei stayed on the bed, head down, thighs parted, the lube and cum gradually running down his perineum and his legs, even dripping to the bed.
His cock stayed hard.
The most memorable time Sevastyan had made Rei display himself like this after being fucked had been on a pedestal during one of Alexi’s parties. It had been their graduation of sorts, and Sevastyan’s acceptance into the inner circle beyond Alexi’s training. Sevastyan had flogged Rei without restraints and then fucked him before putting him on the pedestal to be part of the decoration for the party. Rei had stayed there for an hour, flushed, embarrassed, hard, and covered in his master’s cum. But it had been Alexi’s party. No one but Sevastyan had touched him. And when Sevastyan had let him down, he’d wrapped him in a blanket and praised him and let him sit at his feet drinking water and clinging to his leg while Sevastyan ran his fingers through his hair and made conversation with the other owners present.
It had been one of the proudest moments of Sevastyan’s life. Not only because of the triumph of breaking through the veil to the inner circle and getting one significant step closer to fulfilling his father’s vision of taking down the Merchari, but also because of the trust and faith Rei had displayed in him, the way their training had proven itself, and how Alexi had looked on in approval.
Most of all, how Rei had smiled at him the next morning, when he was still recovering, all need and softness wrapped in desperate affection.
They had come through together. Rei hadn’t asked to leave, hadn’t shattered, hadn’t reverted to weeks of nightmares stealing his sleep. He, Sevastyan, had carried him through, his safe place even surrounded by those who might have used him before.
Rei would be remembering that now.
Sevastyan fixed arm garters to his sleeves and folded his cuffs into place. “So strong, my thrall.” He ran his hand over Rei’s neck and shoulder, avoiding the bruise. Then he circled the bed again and drove two fingers into Rei’s hole, stroking over the bundle of nerves inside. “Use my fingers to spend yourself.”
The tiniest sound left Rei’s throat. The back of his neck and his shoulders flushed. But he moved anyway, rocking forward and back on his hands and knees, driving himself onto Sevastyan’s fingers and angling his body so that Sevastyan’s touch ran over his prostate. He trembled, his rhythm faltering, but gathered himself, until his hole clenched and the dimples in his buttocks became dents. His cock twitched, spurting untouched, marking Rei’s chest and the bed with his submission.
“So obedient for me,” Sevastyan whispered, his fingers still inside Rei’s body. “You would do it again if I ordered you to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, master.” Rei’s voice was strained. His ribs flexed as he caught his breath.
Sevastyan dragged his fingers out, cleaning them off on Rei as he had before. “Stay.” He left the bedroom, went to the kitchen, washed his hands, and put water and grounds in the coffee maker. Then he returned. For a long moment, he leaned in the doorway, watching. He knew what it was like to be observed in moments like these. Ellisandre had had a fondness for it. Being observed and observing were not passive activities. They were intense, humiliating, and elevating all at once. One was so exquisite as to be observed, and yet so objectified as to be displayed at the will of another, as if one were a vase the other owned.
If he wanted, if they had the time, he would extend this, adding pain and service mixed with pleasure, feeding Rei from his hand only for the day, until Rei was lost and without thought or will, but this was discipline only, not an indulgence. He couldn’t leave Rei much longer without ruining him for the day for anything but submission.
“I could keep you like this,” Sevastyan moved toward the bed. “If we didn’t have work, I would.” He slid a finger inside Rei’s ass again, reminding them both that he could, that he did not need permission, that there were no barriers to his access. “But, alas, your brain is as beautiful as your body. Discipline is finished, little one. Relax.”
