by Dagny Aldan
Luke loved all his slaves, but Adrian was special. Adrian was someone he could not get enough of. It was a challenge to Luke’s principles as a dedicated Dom because he could easily have given Adrian all his attention and forgotten about Sander or the others. Not exactly a good thing when Sander was the needier of the two. Luke wasn’t sure where Sander was right now, probably with one of the Esquires, who seemed to enjoy playing games with him.
Their kiss broke only when Luke needed air, which he sucked in before pressing his mouth to Adrian’s neck, licking and nipping the skin as Adrian shuddered and gasped quietly.
“Use your hand,” Luke ordered against his skin. Adrian reached between them, grasping both their cocks in one hand and stroking them both up and down in a maddeningly slow pace. Luke’s hips bucked and he dug his fingertips into the bare flesh of Adrian’s shoulders. “Fuck!”
Their brows rested against each other, breath mingling as Adrian massaged them both, the pre-come from the tips making easier to slide his hand up and down. The way their cocks rubbed together sent rolls of pleasure through Luke’s system and his head fell back, his hips bucking into Adrian’s grip.
“Good boy, good boy,” he gasped. His own hand moved down, fingers probing the slick hole that was kept ready with lube filled plugs and enemas. The male slaves were kept as wet and stretched as the females, it kept them aware of their place.
“Duke Luke,” Adrian groaned, pressing closer. Luke rubbed at Adrian’s ring of muscles, listening to the stuttering gasps and whimpers Adrian made. He considered rimming Adrian’s asshole, knowing his tongue would have the larger man wailing and begging in minutes, but he decided to do something much simpler.
“Enough! Go face the wall,” Luke barked, and felt a chill as Adrian moved away from him and braced himself against the wall with his hands. He bowed his head, legs apart, his skin gleaming in the soft lighting.
“You’re like a Greek statue,” sighed Luke, walking up to him and running his hands over that broad back. “Perfectly sculpted from marble.”
“Thank you Duke Luke,” Adrian moaned softly, pressing back as Luke’s cock slipped between his ass cheeks.
“You know how much I love fucking you open, reminding you who is Master, regardless of form.” Luke backed this up by spreading Adrian open with his thumbs and rubbing the head of his cock against the lubricated hole that clenched hungrily against the tip.
“Please Duke Luke, fuck me!” Adrian begged, looking over his shoulder and giving Luke his patented puppy eyes. Luke snorted in amusement, drawing a grin from Adrian, and held his cock steady against Adrian’s asshole. He pushed against the tight ring and slipped in, earning a cry of surprise and delight from Adrian. Bless him, no matter how many times his ass was fucked, it always seemed to surprise Adrian. Luke pressed forward, gripping Adrian’s hips to keep steady. He could feel the tremors in Adrian’s legs as he struggled to stay upright.
Finally balls deep inside the Adonis, Luke wrapped his arms around Adrian’s waist and pressed his mouth to his shoulder blade.
“Never gets old,” he murmured thoughtfully, giving his hips a slight pump to ease Adrian into it. Adrian moaned encouragingly and pressed back.
“Master! Please, please!”
Luke chuckled, sliding one hand up to Adrian’s chest and tugging on his nipples. It was not to be encouraged for the slaves to forget the proper terms, but Luke didn’t really mind it when Adrian forgot where he was when they were together like this, in the privacy of Luke’s rooms. It didn’t do to dwell on the whys, because in the end it would not matter.
“I feel like drawing things out,” Luke drawled in Adrian’s ear, barely able to mask his own arousal as the slave’s tight heat clenched around him. He pulled out slowly, listening intently to the grunts and heavy pants of Adrian, until just the tip was inside him. He mouthed at the broad, muscled back, a great plain of golden flesh that he had coloured and marked so many times with various tools. Adrian’s arms started to tremble with the effort of keeping still, his head bowed between them like a sacrifice. Sweat beaded on the back of his neck and Luke watched them trickle down, gritting his teeth to maintain his own control. At last he could not resist any more and pushed forward, sliding into Adrian’s body again, aiming for just… the right… spot…
“Ah! Oh fuck!”
“Gotcha,” Luke chuckled, thrusting again so his cock rubbed against Adrian’s prostate, eliciting more cries of pleasure from his slave. Luke revelled in them as he moved, wanting more. He pulled on Adrian’s hair, turning his face towards him, wanting to see the lovely pained expression on his face that he always got when he was struggling to hold back his orgasm. Sure enough, it was there, the slight tightening of Adrian’s face with each strike against that small spot inside him.
Luke thought he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
“I want to see you,” he gasped, pulling out and sitting in the nearest chair, pulling Adrian to him. Adrian straddled his lap, reaching between them to guide Luke’s cock back inside his ass, moaning quietly as he was filled again. Luke sucked on Adrian’s nipples, watching the way his expression flickered before letting Adrian ride him.
Adrian gripped the back of the chair above Luke’s head, rocking back onto Luke’s cock. If this were in the playrooms, Adrian would put on a show, throwing his head back and flexing his muscles as he moved. Here in the privacy of Luke’s rooms, it was a little different. Adrian kept his face low, as close to Luke’s as he could manage, their eyes fixed on each other. Luke slipped his arms under Adrian’s and over his shoulders, holding him close and revelling in his constant soft moans.
“This is heaven,” he sighed.
“Yes master,” Adrian agreed, a little grin on his face. His cock rubbed against Luke’s stomach, leaving smears of pre-come. Luke idly gathered it on his fingertip and rubbed it over Adrian’s lower lip, which he licked eagerly.
They were quieter now, just the two of them in a tight embrace, so tight it was hard to move. Yet neither man tried to break the connection, it was too much to do so. Adrian’s hips moved in tight little circles, grinding his prostate against Luke’s cock and clenching at the same time to encourage Luke.
“You will not come until I do,” said Luke firmly, his hand wrapped around Adrian’s cock.
“Yes Master,” Adrian moaned, his hips moving a little more urgently. He was so tight and hot around Luke, Luke thought his head might explode from the pressure.
“Kiss me,” he ordered in a hoarse voice. Adrian surged forward, pressing their lips together then submitting to Luke’s tongue probing for entry. Luke gripped at Adrian’s hair, half wishing they could fuse together.
The kiss seemed to take over every other sensation, feeding into their desire, as Adrian moved faster and more erratically. Their tongues touched, grappled and caressed, Luke slipped a little down the chair without breaking the kiss so he could buck up. Adrian matched him, one hand gripping Luke’s bicep, making the tell-tale noises he always did on the verge of an orgasm. Rather than draw it out, Luke sped up, knowing he was hitting Adrian’s prostate with every motion.
“Mmm, Adrian…” he moaned against his mouth.
“Master Luke,” Adrian replied. Luke sped up his strokes, muttering incoherently as he chased his release.
“Now, now, oh fuck now!” he growled, pushing deep into Adrian as he came. Adrian grunted, arched his back and came all over Luke’s hand and chest. Luke pulled him into another kiss, one that kept him from saying the words they both wanted to speak, but did not dare. They were quiet as they caught their breath, Adrian resting his brow against Luke’s. Luke hissed as his cock slipped out of Adrian’s hole and his seed dripped onto his skin.
This was the moment Luke looked forward to more than any other. The moment when they were both floating on the high of pleasure, wrapped in each other’s arms. Finally Luke nudged Adrian to get off him, dragging himself to his feet and saying,
“Clean yourself up, then come and r
ead to me,”
“Yes Duke Luke,” said Adrian, dropping to his knees and crawling into the bathroom. Luke watched him go, his eyes drawn to the puffy, slight red ring of muscle and the powerful muscles of his ass and thighs. Luke stretched, yawned, then sat down on the long couch, already searching for something Adrian could read to him. Luke did not particularly care what it was, he just wanted to hear Adrian’s voice.
Adrian returned promptly and climbed onto the couch at Luke’s command, cuddling up to him and accepting the book. He smiled at the title, rested his head on Luke’s chest, waking the book’s screen and began to read. Luke listened, toying lazily with Adrian’s red hair, his mind drifting over all his worries with a relaxed disinterest. He would have to have a proper conversation with Ahmed, but not now, later. It could wait.
Chapter Twenty-One –Hans
Weeks had passed since Hans had seen James, and he was starting to think his friend had decided he was indeed guilty, when he was summoned to a meeting. He was relieved to see James, but baffled and defensive when he saw the man with him. Jokum Wolff, Head of Imperial Security. The man who had interrogated him when he had been arrested, who had been the one to recommend life in prison.
“James?” he asked quietly, resting his hand on the back of the free chair.
“Hello Hans, please sit down,” said James with a look of mingled encouragement and unease. Hans sank into the chair, looking from one man to the other. “I know you’ve already met Jokum Wolff.”
“Major,” said Wolff, folding his arms across his chest. He seemed as uneasy as James.
“Wolff,” said Hans curtly. James looked between them and sighed,
“Alright, so I know there’s been bad blood between you-”
“You mean where he basically decided I was guilty without hearing a single thing I was trying to say?” asked Hans through gritted teeth. Wolff narrowed his eyes but as he opened his mouth to speak, James cut across him,
“Look, let’s cut the shit, Hans, he’s here because he believes you now.”
Hans blinked, his shock cutting through his rage.
“Say again?” he asked. James looked at Wolff imploringly, and Wolff cleared his throat begrudgingly,
“James has gathered some evidence that has led me to consider the possibility that there was more to this situation than we originally thought.”
Hans swallowed against a sudden dry mouth,
“Ok, ok good. How?”
James dragged his fingers through his hair and rested his forearm on the table.
“I started to look into Lena, and I tried to find the other heirs. When I still couldn’t find any of the heirs, I went to Wolff and convinced him that there was something else going on. Jokum agreed to help me investigate.”
“Why?” asked Hans quickly. Wolff leaned forward,
“I was sure you were guilty, but the speed with which you were convicted and sentenced… well it didn’t reflect the justice system I follow. So I suppose I was more open to James’ concerns than your pleas.”
“We agreed that if there really was a conspiracy of some kind, we had to be careful, so we decided to be a bit old school about our inquiries.”
“How old school?” asked Hans.
“Lets just say we dusted off the old idiom of ‘Better to ask for forgiveness than permission’. We decided to look into Lena Kim, like you suggested and I realised that she’s been the PROs for other heirs, all of whom I cannot find anywhere.”
“So she’s moved around a lot, and she has a type.”
“More than that, when you check the dates, there’s an unsettling pattern. Kim gets a job with the heir, the heir disappears after about a year, then Kim reappears working for another heir. I looked into other PROs, such as the one for Prince Adrian and Sander. That man has a similar pattern, albeit with a longer time period where he is with the heir, and disappears for longer. So we looked into other heirs PROs and found the same pattern again and again.”
“How has no one found it strange that the heirs are disappearing?” demanded Hans.
“Because they don’t just vanish, they come back again and again, usually for a public event, and then they slip away again. Some countries have body doubles of their heirs and monarchs, to give them more freedom of movement, so that complicates it even more.” James spread his hands, looking frustrated. “We have to find all this without alerting anyone, so I have to admit we haven’t been able to find out as much as I’d like.”
“But you think you know where they are?” asked Hans.
“No, but this was enough to convince me that we should investigate Kim further,” said Wolff, “So we went to the house you told James about. We brought a tech expert that I trust implicitly so we could slip in without her knowing. Turns out we were lucky we did because that woman has a hell of a security system on the place.”
“So I was right, there were cameras?” asked Hans.
“Not just cameras. There were motion sensors, heat detectors, and that was even before we got inside. Inside we found that she had access to databases and servers that she should never have been able to touch.”
“And a server with videos?” Hans prompted, feeling sick with nerves. Had they found something to exonerate him? James and Wolff shared a look, then James said,
“Yeah, we found the server. It took a while to duplicate the contents, that’s why I haven’t been back until now, we’ve spent weeks just trying to see what was inside the server.”
“And?” demanded Hans, frustrated at the slowness of the two getting to the point.
“Well, you were right, we found videos of Isabel. The same ones that were on the server found in your rooms, and more.”
“More?”
“Videos of other people, including other heirs, and even videos of Princess Isabel… with Lena.”
Hans’ hands slammed on the desk before he could stop himself,
“What? Lena’s fucking Isabel?”
The two men across from him looked at each other, and Hans realised that his violent reaction was what they had been worried he would do. He swallowed again and forced himself to sit back.
“How soon after I was arrested?” he asked quietly.
“Not long,” said James quietly. “A couple of weeks.”
Hans looked away from them, glaring at the wall as he tried to suppress the hurt that lanced through his belly. Isabel had said she loved him and yet mere weeks later she was in bed with Lena. Even if it were true that Lena had manipulated Isabel, it still hurt to think she had moved so quickly from him to Lena. He inhaled deep into his stomach, then looked back at them.
“So what else did you find?”
“Mostly footage of various heirs, it looks like Lena’s monitored them 24 hours a day. That’s a crime, so we need to find her for that if nothing else. But with the access she has and the things she’s done, we’re pretty sure we’re looking at a bigger conspiracy,” said James. Wolff nodded,
“We’ve traced the PROs that have worked for royalty and although they seem to work for different companies, we were able to determine that those are shell companies, and that they all come from a singular company, called Enigma Limited.”
“Great name,” snorted Hans.
“Well quite, but Enigma is a good word for it, because we can’t find much information about it. It’s one of those massive companies that does a lot of different things, one of those multinational service providers. A company within a company within a company.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“No one has. It’s got so many fronts, so many other companies that provide so many things, so you’d be able to name ten of those, but not Enigma.”
“So who owns Enigma?” asked Hans, sitting forward and resting his folded arms on the table.
“That itself took some work, but there are two names that came up. Luke Lévesque and Ahmed Saab. I think Lévesque is the head of the company, but honestly it could be Saab.”
“I think
it’s Saab, because Lévesque was the PRO for Prince Adrian and Sander, but there’s no sign of Saab. I think that’s deliberate,” said James. “Plus Lena’s videos weren’t just of her with heirs, she had videos of other PROs with other heirs, including Lévesque.”
“So what the fuck is this? Some sort of sex ring?” asked Hans.
“I don’t know, maybe. Certainly they seem to all be into some pretty extreme kinks.”
“Wait so they’re all into BDSM?” asked Hans in disbelief.
“Looks like it,” said James. “It all seems to be about the heirs being submissive to the PROs, and thanks to the audio we can hear the terms they use, like slave and pet. Hearing Prince Adrian call a man a head and shoulders shorter than him ‘master’ is… quite a thing to see.” He shifted uncomfortably and avoided Hans’ eyes.
“But what’s the goal? Is it blackmail? Is it to try and force their agendas when the heirs come into power?”
“Not from what we’ve heard.” Wolff pulled out a tablet and tapped at the screen. “Here, take a look.”
Hans took the tablet and his insides felt like he had just been punched. There was Isabel, on her knees, naked and looking up at Lena with a desperately vulnerable expression.
“Look at me! Look at what I’m doing, unable to function in any way without a ridged structure like the army, or a Master or Mistress to control me. It’s pathetic!” Isabel squeezed the bottle harder and it exploded, covering her face and chest in pinkish shake. She dropped the bottle and let out a snarl of frustration, lifting her hands to swipe it away.
Lena’s hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away.
“No, leave it,” she ordered sharply. “Leave your mess and stand up.”
Shaking slightly, Isabel got to her feet, feeling the shake trickling over her breasts. It felt disgusting. Lena stayed sitting, her hands folded in her lap, perfectly prim and proper, with a disapproving expression on her face.
“You need to stop this Isabel. No one wants a queen with such poor confidence.”