over her knuckles. The girls were all quiet now, lost in their own thoughts and fears and Chayton studied their response.
Sandi was still absently stroking her little pussy in a manner that suggested it was more an act of comfort, rather than arousal. It was certainly no secret Helo was gay, and the thought of him training her was intriguing. Chayton pulled his attention back to Lindsey. “Do you like her, my love?”
“She’s perfect, Master. So fragile.” Ayden was still watching the silent girl, occasionally tracing her outline on the screen with his finger.
“From what I’ve observed, she appears to be used to following directions. Ayden, you’re going to be much more involved with her training, and that’s why I promoted Helo to take charge over the others. I saw your disappointment over Isabelle, but remember that she was an independent, manipulative woman before Constantine sent her here. Instead of learning, she schemed.” Chayton was sure Lindsey would be compatible for them.
“I’m sorry I can’t be what you need, Master. I really tried.” Ayden had tears forming in his glassy blue eyes.
“Shh, it’s okay Ayden. We’ve gone over this enough times that I’m comfortable with our solution.” Chayton adored Ayden’s sensitivity, although it was unfortunate the little man could not find passion with the whip. Chayton sat down at the desk, pulled Ayden up onto his lap and began stroking his back as he spoke in his deep, comforting voice. “You can help her do this, Ayden. Think of how good you’re going to feel when you see the marks she takes for us, and know you’ll be the one able to soothe her and show her how special she is to us.”
Chayton lifted Ayden’s chin and pulled him into a deep, lazy kiss and smiled against his lips as Ayden trembled with arousal and began rubbing his growing erection while Chayton sucked at his tongue. Ayden’s ass contracted in anticipation when he felt his Master brush his hand aside, and reaching under the linen breach cloth, Chayton started a slow fisted motion, pumping Ayden’s shaft. Ayden started thrusting his clenched ass up and down on Chayton’s lap in time to the strokes, ecstatic to have his Master’s hand wrapped around his cock.
Ayden’s hands quivered as he gripped his Master’s arm and he quietly groaned into his Master’s mouth as his seed shot into his loincloth. “Oh, Chayton. Oh…oohh.” Ayden became so impassioned that he forgot the formalities. Chayton secretly loved when he could make his lover forget himself in passion. After Ayden stopped thrusting, Chayton held him while he settled, and then led him to their bedroom.
“Please let me serve you, Master,” Ayden begged. “You’ve been gone so long and I’ve missed you.” His blue eyes were bright with the overloaded senses from his recent orgasm and thoughts of Lindsey joining them soon.
Chayton’s was thinking almost the same thoughts as Ayden helped him undress, and he lay back on the bed while Ayden stripped off his covering. He leaned over and gave Chayton a tentative kiss, letting his hands massage the sinewy lines of his Master’s muscled chest and he began trailing light kisses and little licks after his hands.
His full lips latched onto a hardened nipple, sucking and lightly nipping the bead. His mouth traveled lower as his hands attended the large sack beneath Chayton’s cock and Ayden felt his Master’s breathing deepen with desire. He licked up and down the thick shaft, running his tongue gently around the ridge at the base of the head. “Mmmm that feels good, Ayden. I’ve missed you so much this past week,” Chayton murmured.
Ayden was thrilled to be pleasing him, and licked the salty drop oozing from the slit on the engorged head of Chayton’s staff. He dropped his mouth lower taking the head in his mouth. “Suck me,” Chayton demanded. “Take