The Master's Pet (MM)
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Sci-Fi Romance, M/M]
The world is in ruins, society divided into those who protect and those who need protection. That protection comes at a price, one that Jiri discovers when he's sold to Zane, leader of the Death Dealers.
He's shocked when Zane explains he wants Jiri as his own personal sex pet. But Jiri can't deny he's intrigued by Zane's proposal.
He wears the collar and leash Zane provides and prepares himself to be a possession. But the more he gets to know Zane, the more Jiri wants something more. He wants Zane to want him for him, and not just as a pet. But before Jiri can convince Zane of his desire, an attack comes from The Night Dwellers, one that could destroy them both.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Zane had resisted taking a pet in the past. He didn’t want the added responsibility. He already had an entire gang and town full of people to care for. But there was just something about Jiri that called to Zane. He had to have him.
“Hey, little one, you ready to go in and see your new home?” Zane asked.
Jiri shrugged his shoulders.
Zane reached down and tipped Jiri’s head back so that he could look down into his sky-blue eyes. “It’s going to be okay, Jiri. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore. You belong to me now, and no one messes with what’s mine.”
Jiri didn’t look like he believed Zane. He had a sudden desire to feel Jiri’s soft, pink lips against his and leaned down to kiss him. It was everything Zane had hoped for and more. Jiri’s lips were so soft and lush. Zane couldn’t contain his deep growl as he pulled Jiri closer.
When Zane finally lifted his head, Jiri’s face was flushed. He watched Jiri’s eyes dart up to his, then fall down just as quickly. Jiri clearly looked embarrassed, but the hard bulge in his pants told Zane Jiri had enjoyed their kiss.
“What’s wrong, little one?” Zane asked softly. He rubbed his thumb down the side of Jiri’s face that wasn’t bruised. When Jiri shrugged his shoulders again, Zane chuckled. “Uh uh, little one. That won’t do. I asked you a question and I want an answer. What’s wrong?”
Jiri’s eyes came back up to meet Zane’s. “I’m not supposed to like that.”
“Whe–when you kissed me. It’s wrong and I’m not supposed to do it.”
Zane’s brows drew together as he frowned. “Who told you that?”
“La–Larry,” Jiri replied.
“And you believe him?” Zane chuckled. “This is the same man who beat you to a pulp and took all of your money, then sold you to me. Somehow, little one, I don’t think Larry is the authority on anything. Besides, now that you belong to me, what I say is what matters, not Larry.”
Zane was thrilled when Jiri let out a small laugh. “I guess,” Jiri said.
Zane tilted Jiri’s face back up to his. “No I guess about it, Jiri. Would you rather believe me or your stepfather?”
Jiri was so quiet that Zane was almost afraid that he wasn’t going to answer him. When he did, though, it wasn’t the answer Zane was expecting, but it thrilled him just the same.
“It’s okay to like kissing you?”
Zane laughed. “It’s very okay. In fact, I prefer it. Just as long as you remember that you’re only allowed to kiss me. I catch you kissing anyone else and what Larry did to you will be a cakewalk. Got it?”
Jiri quickly nodded.
“When someone is attracted to someone else, as I am to you, our bodies react in certain ways. You make my cock hard and I want to touch you all over, to kiss you. I’m hoping since your body has reacted the way it did that you are just as attracted to me.”
Zane nearly laughed when Jiri’s face turned red, but refrained. Jiri didn’t need Zane laughing right now. He needed reassurance and understanding.
“I like it when you kiss me,” Jiri admitted.
“How about when I touch you?” Zane asked as he squeezed his hand around Jiri’s cock through his pants. “Do you like that?”
“It feels, it feels really good,” Jiri moaned.
“It’s supposed to feel good, Jiri. That’s why we like to do it.” Zane squeezed Jiri again, rubbing his hands up and down a little until Jiri began to fidget. His hand went to the button on Jiri’s jeans. “It would feel a lot better if I didn’t have to touch you through your clothes, Jiri.”
Zane quickly unbuttoned, then unzipped Jiri’s pants before he could change his mind. The moment Zane’s hand wrapped around Jiri’s length and gave it one simple tug, Jiri cried out and spilled himself all over Zane’s hand.
Zane continued to stroke Jiri for a few more moments until Jiri’s body stopped shuddering and he collapsed against Zane’s chest. Zane wiped his hand on a napkin then wrapped it around Jiri’s neck.
“See, baby, it feels really good, doesn’t it?” Zane whispered against Jiri’s hair.
Jiri just nodded. “What happened?”
Zane chuckled. “You had an orgasm, baby. That’s what happens when people have sex.”
“No,” Zane laughed as he wondered how anyone could be so naive in this day and age. “That’s not exactly sex. That’s part of it. There’s a lot more to it than that. What you just got was called a hand job. There are also blow jobs, rim jobs, intercourse, making out. A lot of stuff.”
“Do they feel just as good?”
“Yeah, some of them feel even better.”
“Oh, I want to try those.” Jiri tilted his head back to look at Zane. “Can we, Zane?”
Zane groaned. Jiri was going to kill him. Maybe it was a plot by Larry to torture him first and then kill him. Zane knew that Jiri had no idea what his words were doing to him and he prayed Jiri never found out. Zane was strangely afraid that if Jiri discovered his power over Zane’s body, there’d be no question who was the master and who was the slave.
“Yeah, Jiri, we can try them.”
“Now?” Jiri asked.
Zane nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt tentative fingers wrap around his cock. He couldn’t hold back the groan that broke free from his lips. He was sure that Jiri had no idea how good that actually felt.
“Harder, baby, squeeze harder and move your hand up and down,” Zane encouraged. The moment Jiri began moving his hand, Zane knew he wouldn’t last long. Jiri might not be experienced, but he more than made up for it with enthusiasm.