A Good Servant Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

A Good Servant Ch. 4

... grabbing his champagne flute in front of him, in lack of anything else. The strong fingers flexed against the glass, as if their owner was trying to strangle the poor object happening in his way. “Come now, Lucas, don’t be crass. This is so not like you,” Xavier chided, ignoring the tension in the man’s shoulders. “That only proves how little you know of me,” the brunet dropped his voice to an almost pained whisper. Xavier’s eyes flashed in anger. Lucas was really cruel to treat him like this! And for what? For a servant? He touched the man’s hand, caressing the small patch of skin between the black glove and the hem of his shirt. “Why?” came the barely audible question. “Just because you can?” Xavier sighed. “No, because every little thing in this world is set, and a servant does not belong in a ruler’s heart.” “But he does belong in a ruler’s bed,” Lucas continued to ignore Xavier’s touch. “Why not? They are prepared and trained to serve.” “Not like this, and you know it.” “Yet there are many ignoring this so called rule you are talking about,” Xavier shrugged as if they talked matters of minor importance. “With all due respect, Xavier, you are in a class of your own when it comes to this. You ostentatiously refuse to take any slaves, just to debase these creatures and make them yield. Is conquest the only thing you care about? Is this why are you insisting so much in trying to get me in your bed?” Xavier frowned. Lucas seemed quite disturbed. It was unlike Drena’s ...

... brightest mind to judge his best friend in such a manner. “I told you it would be different between us,” he said sternly, withdrawing his hand and stopping the caress on the brunet’s wrist. His fingers itched for the touch, but they had to behave for now. “I could even let you…” he leaned forward and whispered something in Lucas’s ear. The man didn’t look pleased. “I would still not be interested,” the words poured acid on Xavier’s pride. “Do not mistake the little liberties we take for something else. I’ve never been and I never will be interested in being more than friends.” Xavier feigned a small yawn, to hide his unease. Lucas was a passionate human being; it was one of the things he loved in his best friend. But getting on his wrong side had never felt like this before; it was not like he was afraid. Friends or not, there was no one above him, no one. Xavier had been born to rule, and other position than number one was beneath him. In dealing with other diplomats, or with his many lovers, it didn’t matter; he was the one in charge. Lucas just had to be taught, despite his overbearing pride. Even if Xavier had to crush him, he had to make the beautiful brunet his. *** Cory stepped into the large living room, transformed into the slaves’ headquarters for the evening, his head in the clouds. Getting away from Lucas made it easier to think of him, so when he took in the scene before his eyes, he just remained stuck in the middle of the room, his mouth agape. Several male specimens, ...