Free Born to Please [Pleasure Vessels 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Jana Downs Page B

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    “Like getting sucked, Vessel?” Alec asked, drawing off him for a moment.
    “Yes, Alec. Please, more,” Payne rumbled.
    Alec went back to his task, bobbing up and down on his dick like he was just as intoxicated with Payne’s taste as Payne was with his. Payne started murmuring incomprehensively as the pleasure overwhelmed him once again. Alec’s suction increased, and Payne’s hips shot skyward. He ignored the twinge of pain that shot through his buttocks. He wanted to come, needed to.
    “Alec,” he warned, gasping for breath. He’d been taught at the Facility that it was improper to come in his owner’s mouth, but he didn’t know if Alec would follow that word of wisdom any more than he followed the others the Facility had told him about.
    Alec pushed his head down his cock, choking himself on Payne’s length. Payne surged upward and erupted into his lover’s willing mouth. Alec didn’t disappoint. He just drank him down in sucking pulls of his mouth. Payne’s head spun as he was rocked with the second most intense orgasm of his life.
     
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    Payne was asleep before Alec lifted his head from his lover’s arousal to wipe his mouth. He smiled to himself as Payne sighed in his sleep.
    “Sweet dreams, lover,” he murmured. Alec scooped him up in his arms, and Payne didn’t even stir. He crossed the bedroom and took the short walk to the room—Payne’s room now—that was adjacent to his own. He tucked his Vessel into his bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. He kissed his forehead and then took a last, lingering look at his new lover before carting himself back to his room. Payne was everything he wanted and everything he needed, and he was going to set about proving that to him tomorrow. His mind made up, he climbed into his bed after changing the sheets and slipped into a dreamless sleep.
    At a quarter after four the phone rang, jarring Alec out of a peaceful dream. With a groan Alec rolled over and grabbed the cell off his nightstand and pressed the call button.
    “Someone better be dying,” he growled into the headset.
    “Alec? This is Marjorie from Facility PR. I’m sorry to wake you, but we have a major PR crisis on our hands. Can you pull up your viewing network?”
    He groaned but did as she asked. “Visual, open a viewing screen on News Network channel.”
    Late in the twenty-first century, all news organizations had combined to form one international network called the International News Network. If anything of international importance was happening, it would be on that channel. A Holo-File popped up in the area at the foot of his bed, displaying a petite blonde woman dressed in a business suit.
    “If you are just joining us, we are the first to broadcast to you live from the scene.” A reel of video began to roll across the screen. Yellow body bags were being dragged up a steep embankment out of a river. “What you are looking at is over a dozen bodies being fished out of a river near a Facility center near the border between New York and Pennsylvania. It is suspected that the bodies of the people within the river are indeed Vessels. We are waiting for either confirmation or denial from the Facility Corporation and will come to you with the latest news concerning this incident.”
    “All right. Turn it off,” Alec commanded. Sickness churned in his gut. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . “When do you want me to go on?” He would have to give the official version of what was happening, but he needed to know what the real story was. Was this a dumping ground for the people Payne claimed were being murdered?
    “As soon as you get here, we’ll contact the local version of News Network,” Marjorie said, sounding as exhausted and heartsick as Alec. “As soon as you reach the office, we’ll have a brief for you and then we’ll have you go on and make a statement. Your father is having a fit. He’s already called four times to ask if you’re here. I’ve got the company jet