Page 66 of Xel: Broken Bond

He climbed off the bed and moved about the room. He fetched a number of lengths of soft fabric, and then set about tying the first one around my left ankle.

“From what you’ve said about him – and the information Aiden was able to uncover – your old master never displayed much in the way of overt affection for you. And so, you had no reason to complete your bond with him by falling in love with him.” He attached a second length of fabric to my right ankle, and I felt my cock throb as I began to get the idea of what he was going to do. I was already leaking slow drops of precum onto the sheets.

“And then, that initial bond was broken when your master died, and you came here. And I started giving you everything that you’d always wanted, but that he hadn’t given you. I spent time with you.” He moved up to the front of the bed and tied one of the strips around my wrist. Then he pressed my shoulders down so that I hunkered down onto my elbows. And then he tied the strip of fabric to the side of the headboard. Oh, stars, yes,thiswas becoming entirely more interesting.

“I taught you about caring for the animals – which is something that I care deeply about. I started praising you, and letting you cook for me. I won’t say I was perfect. There are certainly things I got wrong along the way, and things I was slow to understand. But you began to feel like you belonged here.” My other wrist was now secured, and my master ran a slow finger down my spine, from neck to tailbone… and then lower, to just tease the pucker of my opening. My muscles clenched involuntarily as he did so, and he chuckled.

“So Kade thinks that you were able to bond with me…” I felt a slight tug on the fabric around my right ankle, and glanced back to see him tying it to the corner post of the bed. “…because you love me. And that’s really what the bond is all about.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

XEL

Holy heck, I was in love with my master. The instant he’d said the words, I realised it was true. My body responded swiftly to the knowledge, my cock throbbing and my balls tightening with the desire to come. At the same time, though, my desire to please and obey my master was stronger than ever, and I was resolute in my determination to wait until I was given permission to come.

Everything he’d said was true; the way he’d spent time with me, letting me adopt Mr Beans, letting me care for him…

I jumped a little as I felt him tug on the fabric around my left ankle; I’d been so distracted that I’d momentarily forgotten that he was in the process of tying me to the bed, and trying to keep track of his actions at the same time as managing my own suddenly chaotic emotions was near impossible.

I was in love with my master. And I had the fleeting thought that losing him would be far more devastating than losing my previous master. Just considering the possibility had me breaking out in a cold sweat, a dark void all I could imagine on the far side of such a disaster.

“There we go,” my master said, and I struggled to remember what he was talking about. “Are the knots secure? Test them to make sure they don’t come undone.”

None of the knots was particularly tight – not enough to cause discomfort – but I gave each limb a light tug. “They are secure, sir,” I reported back to him. In reality, the fabric was thin enough that if I really wanted to break it, I would have been able to. And given my master’s reticence about exerting any real control over me, I assumed that was deliberate. Perhaps, given his traumatic past with fire, it was also a safety precaution. Right at the start of our relationship, he’d given me an explicit order to see to my own safety, even if that contradicted a more recent order. And with the way he’d restrained me, if the house caught fire, I could plausibly escape without assistance.

Then my thoughts were once more jerked back to my master’s actions, as he wrapped his hand firmly around my cock and gave me a few quick strokes. I gave a jagged moan in response.

“It’s nice to see you so eager,” my master said, satisfaction thick in his voice. Then he let go of my cock and gave my buttocks a light slap – not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who was in charge.

But it seemed that even now, I was underestimating his ability to play this game. Because the next thing he did was to slide up the bed to place his mouth right by my ear. “Remember, Xel, you’re not allowed to come until I say so. I want to see what that stamina of yours is really like.”

The decadent promise in those words had my cock twitching, straining for release, as I groaned and dropped my head onto my forearms. But I was going to please my master. I was going to impress him enough that there would be no question that he would want to do this to me again.

He moved around to kneel behind me, and I felt a cool wetness against my entrance. His finger slid inside and he spentlong minutes with just that amount of stimulation, thrusting it in and out, stroking my cock, and then at one point, he gently bit my ass cheek – again, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me pay attention. I yelped, then moaned, spreading my legs a little wider to encourage him to give me more.

But instead, he drew back and gave my ass a playful slap. “Who is the master here, Xel?”

“You are, sir,” I replied, even as I arched my back to give him better access.

“So who gets to set the pace?”

“You do, sir,” I said, my breath coming in hot pants.

“And yet you seem rather desperate. Do you want my cock inside you, Xel?” He squeezed both of my ass cheeks, his thumbs teasing my entrance again. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”

I wasdesperatefor more stimulation, for the feel of my master’s skin against mine.

“I am here to serve your desires, sir,” I told him, my brain unable to come up with any words to express what I mightwant. It was a combination of the satisfaction of knowing he owned me, and the heady fog of lust that his hands were creating.

I felt something cooler and larger than his finger slide into my ass, though I was fairly sure it wasn’t his cock. So what had he…?

A moment later, the object began to vibrate, and I yelped again, my muscles instinctively clenching around it – most likely, a vibrating butt plug. The handful of my braincells that were still working took the time to wonder where he’d got it. But clenching around the thing was a mistake, because that sent the vibrations deeper into my body, and I moaned and writhed, having to close my eyes and call on years of rigorous training to hold back my climax. I had the smug thought that my previous master had never had the imagination or the passion to try something likethiswith me, and I grinned, knowing how muchhe’d been missing out on. Then the vibrations on the butt plug increased, and I lost the ability to think aboutanything.

“Does that feel good, Xel?” my master asked, as he toyed with my balls.

I managed a garbled groan, before my master gave me another light slap on the ass. “Answer me, Xel. Does it feel good?”

“Yes, sir,” I said breathlessly.