Chapter Eight

 

 

 

Fantasy Two

 

“Master, love? Would you like a glass of wine?” Alan felt a bit at a loss, really. Nothing to cook, nothing to do. A gourmet meal was being delivered, the cabin was spotless. He’d explored every inch while his Master had napped. Inside, anyway.

“I think perhaps a glass of champagne each would be appropriate, love.” Roman smiled at him, looking relaxed from his nap.

The silver hair at his Master’s temples contrasted sharply with the rich, dark hair on the rest of his head—it gave him a distinguished air that was belied by the twinkle in the blue-gray eyes.

His Master was lovely—strong and sure, solid, firm. Even after years together, Alan was fascinated. “Yes, sir.”

“Come sit with me once you’ve poured them.”

With his Master—not by him, but with him. It meant instead of kneeling at Roman’s feet, he would be sitting on the couch, curled into the body he loved so much. He nodded, smiled at his lover, then hurried to pour the wine. The bubbles made him chuckle, tickling his nose as he smelled the bright, tart champagne.

“I don’t suppose there are strawberries to nibble with it? Although that might spoil our appetite for dinner…”

“I’ll look. Maybe we’ll get lucky.” He searched the refrigerator, coming up with a little basket of tiny, perfect berries. “Oh, look.”

“Oh, this week is going to be fantastic, I can tell already.” His Master had arranged the week as a gift for him, five different experts coming in to do scenes with him while his Roman watched.

He was nervous, excited, exhilarated. So many things to experience, to feel and to know Roman watched every second. To know how aroused his voyeuristic Master would be.

He could feel his Master’s eyes on him as he brought over the bubbly and the berries—they were warm, like a touch. He served his Master, then sat as Roman had requested. Roman dipped one of the little berries into his glass then pressed it against his lips, the bubbles bouncing and breaking on his skin.

He moaned, opened, the tart and sweet bursting in his mouth. “Thank you, Master.”

“It was my pleasure, Alan.”

“Are you excited to begin our fantasy?”

“I am. I have such wonderful things planned for you.” Those eyes met his, looked into him. “Are you?”

He considered his thoughts, his feelings. “I’m nervous. Excited. A little scared.”

“Why are you scared, love?” Roman took a sip of his champagne.

“It’s a scary thing, to submit for the first time. These are strangers.”

“I have vetted each and every one of them, love. They are the very best at what they do. They all know your safe word.” Roman smiled warmly at him. “And I will be there for each and every scene.”

“Yes, Master.” Still, he moved closer, seeking his Master’s strength.

Roman’s arm slid around his shoulder, his Master’s hand squeezing him gently. “You are absolutely safe.”

“I trust you. I trust you to find us amazing sensation.”

“It will be glorious, Alan. Each day will bring a new experience we can live over and over together.”

“Please, Master. Will you tell me again why you chose who you chose?”

“I chose men who would make you feel deeply. It thrills me to watch each and every emotion go across your face. While I will love to watch the blood welling up on your skin as the master knife wielder cuts you, it is your face with each passing second that will truly bring me the greatest pleasure.”

He pressed closer, arousal flooding him, along with a shudder of fear. “Master…”

“You will know my eyes are on you, recording every moment as surely as the cameras will be.”

“Cameras…” He buried his face in Roman’s neck, beginning to pant softly.

“You won’t even know they’re there. Only my eyes will be heavy upon you.”

“You’ll never leave me alone.” This was for Roman’s pleasure—that was the will he submitted to.

“Never! I don’t want to miss a moment, love.” Roman tilted his head and took his mouth.

The kiss plundered him. Berries. Roman tasted like berries… Shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, Alan held on, crying out into Roman’s mouth. Strong arms wrapped around him, Roman holding him tight.

He could feel Roman’s erection, the hardness solid and insistent against him. Even just talking about what they had come to do turned his Master on so much.

“What do you desire, Master?” Everything he was, he would offer.

“Are you ready for me, love?”

“Always.” He prided himself on being ready for his Master.

“Then ride me.” His Master’s thighs spread.

He slipped off his loose pants, his cock eager and bobbing. He unfastened Roman’s slacks, eased them down as he got ready to straddle the muscled legs. Roman groaned, gaze like a fire burning across his newly nude flesh.

He was shaved clean, a heavy cock ring keeping him erect, happy. Alan preened for Roman’s eyes, knowing his Master needed to see. Roman licked his lips and the thick cock he’d just bared jerked for him, proved to him how much his Master appreciated the lengths he went to.

He climbed into Roman’s lap, rubbed that perfect cock over his hole.

“Oh, love. Yes.” Roman moaned for him, breath beginning to come faster.

“Love. Master…” He bore down, took Roman in, his eyes rolling as his Master pierced him. So thick, so hot and hard. There was no other sensation like this one.

He moaned, rode Roman’s cock up and down, feeling Roman drag and rub inside him. One of Roman’s hands wrapped around his cock, moving as he moved, the touches good, but not hard enough, not solid and there enough.

“Master.” He knew better than to beg. His pleasure was Roman’s prerogative. Period.

Roman’s hand tightened, brought more delicious friction. “You may come when our food arrives.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you. Thank you.”

Roman wrapped his other hand around his waist and tugged, pulling him down faster and faster as the hand around his cock squeezed and fondled. Pleasure became desperation, as he had to fight the urge to shoot. Roman began to rub his thumb back and forth across the top of Alan’s cock, then his master removed the cock ring.

He took a sobbing breath, his balls drawing up tight. Please. Please let the food come.

“Oh, love, just look at you.” He could hear the need in Roman’s voice, the strong cock growing harder inside him.

He arched, the need riding him impossibly. “Master.”

“I told you when you could come, Alan.” The blue eyes met his, held his gaze.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” He was going to fucking die.

“You feel wonderful around me, love.” Roman bucked up hard, and Alan bit out a scream, almost missing the knock on the door.

Heat filled him, Roman’s cum going deep. His orgasm was barely held at bay, and he met Roman’s eyes, begging that single nod. It came, his Master’s smile so proud. He shot hard, the world graying out around the edges.

Roman’s arms were solid and sure around Alan as he came back to himself, low words murmuring in his ear.

“Master. My Master. Love.” He was floating.

“Mmm… Alan. My very own.”

“All of me.”

Every inch.