Free Sold by Sean Michael

stomach.”
    Adam stretched out for him, showing him that poor, bruised back. Matt noticed that Adam didn’t argue about needing his care.
    He opened up the container of salve and ran his fingers through it. “I’m putting the salve on now.” It was likely going to hurt some as he worked it into the welts and cuts.
    Adam nodded, groaning softly.
    “Breathe through it.” He started at the shoulders and worked his way down, going back for more salve over and over again.
    “Master.” Adam panted for him, the sound honest, real.
    “Your poor back.”
    “He wanted to show his sub.”
    Matt snorted. “I’ll bet you any amount you like that he won’t cane his sub as hard as he caned you.”
    “Can I tell you a secret?”
    “You can.” Please.
    “I don’t like the canings. I don’t mind most of my job, but I don’t like that. It’s... cold.”
    “Especially without the aftercare.” He kept carefully working the salve into the awful welts.
    “Yes. Yes. I know I’m supposed to be patient, but... I don’t like it.”
    “Then don’t do it.” Surely Adam could afford to be a little picky.
    “It’s harder than you think, to turn down men who have been good to you.”
    He almost smiled. Adam was a sub. This didn’t surprise him at all. He rested his hand on Adam’s ass and leaned in to murmur into the man’s ear. “Then I forbid it. No more canings.”
    Adam’s body shuddered; a hungry little cry hit the air.
    Yes.
    “That’s right.” He nodded, feeling good, settled inside himself about that.
    Adam’s eyes met his, wide, bright. “Yes, Master. Okay. Yes.”
    “Yes.” He smiled, pressed his lips to Adam’s.
    Adam shivered, then settled back down for him, cheek on one arm.
    Matt stripped and then lay down with Adam. “There’s food, when your back goes numb. And green tea lattes.”
    “Oh.” He could hear Adam’s stomach snarl.
    “Your body is making itself known.”
    “I’m sorry. It’s just been a while.”
    “Don’t apologize for your needs, Adam.” He kissed his lover softly. “You stay here and I’ll get the food and drinks.”
    “You shouldn’t have to care for me, Matt.”
    “I’m your Master. It’s part of the territory.”
    “My Master. You’re... it’s good for you?”
    “You’re good for me, Adam.” He put a kiss on his Adam’s forehead and headed over to the kitchenette.
    It didn’t take him long to retrieve the fancy sandwiches and tea and return to the bed. The sunlight shone through a skylight, bathing Adam with a golden glow.
    Adam was on the phone, back to him. “Sorry. I really feel the need for a few days off. Tonight is not good for a scene.”
    He growled. “You said a week.”
    Adam looked over at him, eyes worried.
    “You need the week, Adam. Tell them no, or I will.”
    “I. What? I. Master? No. No, Sir. Not you. I.”
    Matt held out his hand for the phone. Adam blinked at him again, and he snapped, “Now.”
    The phone was put in his hand.
    “I’m sorry, but Adam is not available for the next seven days. If you’d like to call back and leave a message, he’d be happy to get back to you in a week. Good bye.” He hung up the phone without waiting for an answer from the master on the other end of the line.
    Adam’s lips were open, eyes wide, and Matt deliberately turned the phone off. “You need that week, Adam. And if you don’t take care of yourself, then I’ll have to do it for you.” He could see Adam’s body respond to his words, long cock beginning to fill. “That’s right. I’m in charge now. We’ll discuss a workable schedule, but not today. You’re on vacation.”
    Adam swallowed hard. “I don’t know how to. You. We weren’t a pairing even yesterday, Master.”
    “I know. That was stupid of me, not to make my claim earlier. But I’m making it now. You’re mine, Adam, we both know it.”
    Adam nodded for him.
    “Sit. Eat and drink. We have a week to explore what we have.” He sat next to Adam, offered one of the