Page 65 of Xel: Broken Bond
“Hm. Kathleen… Morris, was it?”
“Norris,” I said. “She’s a human, in her fifties, living in the northern part of Hon.”
“You have the details of my uncle’s hotel?” my master asked, and I supposed that Aiden would have passed on all the information he had about my master and I when he’d originally contacted Torv.
“Yes, I do,” Torv confirmed. “She works there? It should be fairly easy to track her down from her tax information.”
“Please be patient with her,” I said, worried about how Kathy would react to being contacted by a stranger, and one from the military in particular. “If, in the first instance, she tells you to fuck off, please don’t write her off straight away.”
Torv nodded. “I have plenty of experience with people who are leery about talking to the military. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. We’ll need to do a background check on her, of course, but the same is going to apply to everyone involved with this project.”
I nodded, sure that they wouldn’t find anything inappropriate. Kathy could be a little abrupt at times, but deep down, she had a heart of gold. I was certain that this was going to turn out to be a wonderful idea.
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That night, my master was smiling coyly at me when I arrived at his bedroom door, my hair still damp from my shower. The day had played out in much the same way as many of the recent days; my master and I would work together for the early cleaning and feeding – a handful of hours that I relished each and every day – but then he’d be called away to deal with the latest planning crisis on the barn, or to discuss staffing possibilities with Colonel Riglis, leaving me to complete the afternoon feeding and any repairs to the animal barn. Leesha came by more often than not, since she was on a break from her studies at the moment, and she, Bo and I had plenty of fun chatting and joking while we worked on the various tasks around the sanctuary.
By evening, I was once again pleasantly tired… but the instant I got a look at the expression on my master’s face, I found a matching grin landing on my own face. He had something in mind, and I was suddenly eager to find out what it was.
But instead of inviting me to join him in the bed where he sat, or getting up to touch me, the way he had before, he simply sat there, a pillow supporting his back, a sheet draped over his groin, and a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.
I dropped the towel I’d been drying my hair with and ran a teasing finger over the towel around my waist. “Am I overdressed?” I asked, my tone just as suggestive as his expression was. It had never been stated aloud, but ever since the night we’d first had sex, I’d been sleeping in his bed with him. And bold as the assumption on my part had been, he’d never shown the slightest hint of an objection.
“Maybe,” he said, his eyes roaming over my body. My cock immediately sat up and began to pay attention, but I knew enough about seduction to know that I needed to be patient.Fasterwas not necessarilybetter.
Oh, butthatwas interesting. There was a matching tent in the sheets at his hips, and my grin widened. “I haven’t had the chance to do much research,” my master said, “but do the Eumadians celebrate anything similar to a birthday?”
What? It seemed an odd question. I’d been expecting him to say something far more suggestive. “Not the Eumadians themselves, no,” I replied. “But the Fortusians do. And the Rentrals place a great deal of significance on what they call their ‘day of maturity’. It’s sort of like a birthday, but it only occurs once every three years. But I’m familiar with the term. There were plenty of occasions at the hotel when we’d hold a small celebration for a staff member, and the kitchen would bake a cake, so we could…” I trailed off, as I suddenly realised why my master was asking the question. “Oh,” I said dumbly, embarrassed that I hadn’t picked up on what he was telling me sooner. “Oh, I see.”
“Today’s my birthday,” he said, a small, shy grin on his face. “And before you start panicking, no, you don’t need to worry about a cake, or a gift, or any kind of stupid celebration. You didn’t know because I deliberately didn’t tell you. And both Bo and Leesha know that I generally don’t celebrate that sort of thing, so they leave me alone.”
The explanation assuaged my instinctive guilt over the omission… but then it roused my curiosity just as quickly. “So… if you don’t celebrate your birthday, why are you telling me when it is?”
“Because I wanted to try something different tonight. And it’s not that I need a particular special occasion to try it, it’s just that…” He shrugged. “My birthday was coming up, so it seemed like a good opportunity.”
‘Something different’, when my master was naked and in bed, was sure to be a delight. I dropped my second towel and stepped slowly towards the bed, my now eager erection on display.“What did you have in mind?” I asked, stopping just too far away for him to touch me. If he could tease me with promises of carnal delights, then I could do the same.
My master reached beneath the sheets and pulled out a tube of lube. Then he very deliberately squeezed some onto his fingers and began to coat his own erection in the slippery fluid. “I thought we could change things up a bit.”
The implications were clear, and my jaw dropped. So far – albeit that we were only a couple of weeks into our relationship – my master had shown a distinct preference for being on the bottom. But I felt my cock throb at the idea of having him inside me. He finished slicking himself up, then wiped his hand on a couple of tissues.
“I never got to see your operations manual, but I asked Aiden to send me a list of the skills an erotic companion is typically taught. I also had a conversation with Kade about it. And he said something very interesting. He said that, erotic companion or not, a dimari feels safest when they’re being controlled. Being commanded. Beingowned.Do you think that would apply to you?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered immediately. When my old master had died, one of my primary concerns had been the strain of making so many decisions – what to eat, what to wear, what work should be done. Having someone make all those decisions for me lifted a great weight off my shoulders. But to beordered,orcommandedto do something was an even greater level of peace. And it was something that Alliance masters apparently had significant aversions to.
My master got out of bed, his cock standing proudly out in front of him. He came around the bed and pressed himself to my back, while I stood obligingly still. I didn’t know what he had planned, but I was more than willing to go along with it. Hisslick erection pressed into the gap between my ass cheeks, and I wriggled a fraction closer to him.
“So I wanted to give you an evening of really being able to feel that. I’ll be honest, Xel, I don’t really understand it. And it’s not something that most Alliance members would be comfortable with. But Kade made a compelling point about it.” He took a deep breath, seeming to brace himself for whatever he was going to say next. “I’ve also noticed over the last week or so that your behaviour has changed. And based on a couple of subtle tests… I don’t think you’re able to disobey me anymore. You could when you first arrived. But now…”
He hadn’t specifically asked for a response, but even so, I said, “That’s correct, sir.” I’d noticed the change myself, back on the first night we’d had sex. I hadn’t been able to leave the room. There had been half a dozen other examples since then, but that day had made an impression.
“Kade thinks you’ve bonded with me. And I know everyone says that’s only supposed to happen once, but he has a theory about that. Kneel on the bed, facing the wall.”
My conscious mind was focused on what he was saying about the bonding. I was curious, and a little excited, if I was honest about it, about the idea of being truly owned by my new master. But at his softly spoken order, my body moved like I was a marionette on strings. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling with my face towards the wall and my ass towards my master, almost before I’d realised what I was doing. Feeling rather disconcerted about it, I glanced back at him with an expression of surprise on my face.
A pleased little smirk crossed his lips, and then, perhaps to reward me, he knelt on the bed behind me and took a firm grip on my cock, through my parted legs. I groaned and arched my back, his fingers just slightly tacky from his earlier use of the lube.
“Kade says that the reason the dimari bond to their masters is because youloveyour masters. The neuro-engineering kicks off that process, but there’s a biological reaction behind it that needs to be nurtured with time.”