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forging into Seht’s hand. The delight of being gripped coiled through him. He slid back onto Seht’s cock slowly. The return of delicious pressure drew a groan from him, but it wasn’t nearly as good as what the quicker thrust had given him. He needed more.
    Seht sighed in his ear. “Yes…oh yes.”
    Aubrey licked his lips and braced on his elbows. He thrust into Seht’s hand, then pushed back a bit faster. Erotic fire flared from his dick and within his ass. He gasped under the wash of intense delight, sharpened by the burn of his protesting anus. That was it. That was what he wanted. He thrust and pushed back a touch faster. Then again, and again…
    Against his back, Seht tensed and his breathing quickened.
    His mind blank under a wash of raw, carnal desperation, Aubrey hammered back against Seht. He was going to cum.
    Seht’s fingers brushed against the precum leaking from the tip of Aubrey’s cock.
    “Ah…” He slid his hand low on Aubrey’s cock, gripping him tight around the base. His arm closed crushingly around Aubrey’s waist, jerking him to a halt. “Enough, pet.”
    Aubrey strained against him. He was so close! “No!”
    Seht’s arm tightened. His fingers made a constricting ring around Aubrey’s cock, stopping the flow of precum. “Yes.”
    Aubrey’s balls ached with the need for release. “Seht, please! I’m right there!”
    “I know.” Abruptly he pulled back and thrust. He thrust again, hard. And then again…
    Aubrey shuddered under the barrage of scorching delight. He grabbed the mattress under him and strained to counterthrust—and couldn’t. Seht was holding him too tight. He groaned. If Seht would just let go, he could cum. “Seht, loosen up.”

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    Seht drove into Aubrey with punishing force. “No.”
    Aubrey threw his head back, groaning under the blinding pleasure and building pressure. “What are you doing?”
    “I am fucking you, Aubrey.”
    “Damn it, Seht!” Desperation laced Aubrey’s voice. “Let go! I’m right there!”
    Seht wound his fingers into Aubrey’s hair and jerked his head up. “You will cum when I am ready to let you.”
    “What?” Aubrey winced. “Seht, stop playing games!”
    “This is no game, pet.” Seht’s lips, then the points of his long teeth, grazed the straining cords of Aubrey’s throat. “Do you yield?”
    The hair on Aubrey’s body rose in alarm. The question sounded
    suspiciously…permanent. “Seht? What’s going on?”
    “Answer the question.” A growl rumbled from Seht’s chest. He ground his cock deep into Aubrey’s ass. “Do you yield?”
    Aubrey trembled hard, desperate for the release Seht was keeping from him.
    “Seht, please…”
    “Do you yield?”
    Aubrey’s temper flared white-hot. Once impaled on Seht’s cock, a snarl exploded from his throat. “Fuck that shit!” He grabbed for Seht’s hand around his dick, and the hand in his hair, scrabbling to get his feet under him. “Get off me!”
    Seht jerked him up by the hair, off his hands and onto his knees. “Yield, damn you!”
    “No fucking way!” Aubrey twisted hard and bucked to throw Seht off.
    Seht’s hand closed crushingly around his dick. “You will yield to me!”
    Pain slammed the breath from Aubrey’s lungs. He choked and his knees gave out.
    “Shit, shit, shit…fuck!”
    “You cannot win, Aubrey. Yield.”
    “Why, Seht?” Aubrey panted for breath. “Why is this…so damned important?”
    Seht’s body tensed around Aubrey. He took a deep breath. “I will not have you killed, not after I saved you.”
    Aubrey froze, stunned. “What?”
    “Aubrey, a rehkyt that cannot be mastered is destroyed.”
    “Mastered?” The word took Aubrey’s breath away. “Seht, what the hell is going on here?”
    Seht took a deep breath. “You must yield, to acknowledge that you are…” He took a breath and released it. “That you agree to being my personal property.”

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