Subjection (30 page)

“You said you were still sore,” I explain, nibbling lightly at his ear. “I don’t want to be the one responsible for hurting you.”

He smiles, for real this time, and he gently works himself around the head of my cock. He takes his time, and I wait patiently, stroking his arms, brushing his hair back, letting him have his way with me. I see him wince a little as he slides all the way down, but I wait, letting him do what he needs to do. He finally finds his rhythm, sliding up and down my cock. His breath catches and I realize that he’s finally enjoying it, breaking past the uncomfortable barrier of tension. I lock eyes with him and start to thrust in time with him. For months, he’s been a mystery, but right now, it’s like he’s a part of my own body.

I bring my hand between us and grab his cock, stroking it in time with our motions until he gasps in pleasure. Suddenly, he moves faster, thrusting down harder, clenching his teeth. I smile a little, waiting for him to come, and I can feel myself getting closer as well.

He sits up a little, changing the angle, allowing me to drive deeper into him. It feels wonderful, and I feel myself approaching my own edge. I look up at him, wanting to see his face as I come, and I’m startled to see his hands on his legs, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of his thighs. I see his fingers pressing in harder, and the slight look of pain on his face.

“Sascha, what are you doing?” I demand. I grab his hands and pull them away, revealing angry red crescent-shaped marks. One is bleeding.

“Um…” He squirms for a moment, looking guilty and desperate, like an addict in need of his next fix. “I just…”

“You need the pain,” I say quietly, realizing what he had been used for in the past and how much it must have affected him. I brush my thumb over the marks he’s put on himself, trapping his hands in mine. Last night was rougher, he was scared, that must have been good enough. Tonight is too gentle. “It’s not enough to be fucked, you need the pain.”

He looks horrified, flushing bright red. He twists, pulling his hands away from mine, and moving off of my cock.

“Where are you going?” I demand.

He squirms his way off of me, and starts to get out of the bed. “I’m sorry, I just—”

I catch him around the waist easily and flip him onto his back, pinning him to the bed. I smile down at him, knowing I’m scaring him a little. He got off on the fear last night, he liked it when I was controlling. I’m not going to kick him out of my bed for that.

“Put your arms above your head,” I order, smiling when he obeys.

I pin them together with one hand, keeping them in place without putting too much pressure on his shoulders, or the hand that’s still healing. He looks up at me, uncertain, but definitely not unwilling.

“Do not hurt yourself,” I order, my free hand tracing down his chest and scratching ever so lightly against his skin. “If anyone is going to hurt you, it’s going to be me, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

Sascha whimpers, a sound filled with need and longing. I slide back into him, thrusting slow and deep, wanting to fill him with my cock. He tries to stay quiet, but that ends quickly, and he cries out as I make him feel good. It turns me on, bringing me back to the point I was at just a few minutes ago. I like the confirmation that he’s enjoying the sex I give him.

I keep his hands pinned above his head as I lean down and start biting him, covering his neck and chest with little red marks. He squirms, and I laugh at how worked up I’ve gotten him. I move up to nibble at his earlobe some more, pleased when I feel him shudder.

“Is this good, or do you want more?” I ask.

He moans for a while before realizing he should answer. “Um, good. Master.”

I move to the other side, stopping to bite at his collarbone on the way. I whisper in his other ear, “Then I want you to come.”

I keep biting him, just hard enough to make him cry out, and I thrust deeper into him. I’m getting close, and so is he. I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke, hard, as I bite down on one of his nipples. I feel him come, struggling against my grip, and I come just seconds later. We move together for a few more seconds before I collapse on top of him, one hand still pinning his above his head. I enjoy being on top of him.

But I don’t want to hurt him, and we should clean up. I get off of him carefully and retrieve a towel, tossing one to Sascha as well as he lies there shuddering and smiling.

I slide into bed next to him, feeling the warmth of his body, tracing my fingers along the faint impression of teeth I’ve left on his shoulder. He shudders even more, responding to the pain and the reminder even now that we’re finished.

“Is it always like this?” I ask, curious.

He blinks up at me.

“The pain,” I clarify. I’ve known some slaves who have been conditioned to respond to pain, but then, I’ve known some free people who just prefer it. I’ve always enjoyed giving it to a willing recipient. “Do you always need it?”

He looks embarrassed. “Um, since I was Demoted, master. They, uh…”

He lets his sentence trail off, looking ashamed again. I finish for him, sparing him the humiliation. “They trained you to respond to pain, right. Do you like it, or do you just need it?”

He looks startled, not to mention embarrassed. “Um… I guess a little bit of both, master,” he mumbles.

“Nothing wrong with that,” I tell him, shrugging. I wouldn’t fault him for enjoying something he’s been forced to enjoy, even if it wasn’t something I shared. “Some people enjoy causing pain, some people enjoy receiving it.”

“Yes, master.”

I can see him thinking about it, and I give him a moment to do so. I want to bring him to a point where he doesn’t just enjoy it, he enjoys it without guilt.

“Don’t hurt yourself again when we’re having sex,” I order. “I can take care of that.”

He stares up at me, shy and silent.

“And don’t call me master when we’re having sex,” I add on after a few moments. It’s too subservient, too real. “Call me nothing, or sir, or call me by my name. In fact, if you’re going to scream anything out, scream out my name.”

He hesitates for a moment, then nods.

He tries it out. “Cashiel.”

I grin, enjoying the way the name rolls off of his tongue. “You make it sound good. Just don’t let me hear you calling me anything inappropriate at other times.”

“Okay,” he agrees, gazing up at me like some sort of lovesick puppy.

All this, over a name? I don’t want to think of what it means, so I grab his face and kiss him again, continuing until he’s breathless and his cock hardens against my leg. It’s amazing that something as insignificant as permission to use my name can make him so happy, but he’s not the only one who enjoys it.

I look forward to hearing my name roll off his lips on a regular basis.

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Author’s Notes

“A simple story about a sexy, domineering master and a pretty, rescued slave boy.” This was the first description I ever wrote about what would come to be
Subjection
, and the
Demoted
series.

The
Demoted
series has come a long way from my original idea. While I was in the middle of writing the
Inherent Gifts Stories
, I wanted something light and fluffy to fill my time—proof that I have no idea of what I want, ever!

I made it only two or three chapters into
Subjection
before falling in love with Sascha and deciding that he deserved to be so much more. By the time Cash came around, the rest of the world had been built up to support them both, and the questions of how two very vibrant characters could coexist in a harsh world guided the rest of the story. Their world isn’t nice, and neither are their friends or families. Such a world demands some calluses.

At the end of
Subjection
, the sexy, domineering master and his pretty, rescued slave boy seem happy, but there is so much more to their story! The next book,
Sedition
, follows the couple deeper into the political mess that they have barely touched upon so far—making their connection to one another that much more important.

About the Author

Alicia Cameron
has been making up stories since before she can remember. After discovering erotica during a high school banned books project, she never really turned back. She lives in Denver, Colorado with two tiny dogs and a rabbit who conspire regularly to distract her from doing anything productive. By day she works in the mental health field and is passionate about youth rights and welfare. In her spare time, she enjoys traveling, glitter, and punk rock concerts.