Enslaved By a Hero [Sold! 7] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Sevaleth shut his mouth and waited, wondering what Jodi would do.

  Chapter 5

  Jodi was exhausted, but he didn’t want to upset Sevaleth by telling him he wasn’t ready to sleep together, so he got in the bed. Although, now he was so nervous there was no way he was going to fall asleep. Still, there was something reassuring about being pressed against Sevaleth’s bulk. For a big guy, he’d been surprisingly gentle in the pool all morning. And he’d pretty much let Jodi decide how far and fast things were going to go. One thing they’d both discovered was that they liked to kiss each other.

  Kissing Sevaleth was wickedly intense. Probably because Sevaleth didn’t do a standard kiss but really got into it, like that kiss at that moment was his whole world. That was what made him good. He was focused. Sevaleth had taken the notion of dueling tongues a bit too far, but all Jodi had to do was surrender, and Sevaleth seemed to become even more attentive. Kissing had almost gotten out of hand when their bodies got too close, but Jodi was able to keep things at a certain distance.

  What surprised him was that it wasn’t Sevaleth pushing for more, but Jodi’s own lusty libido. He’d wanted to settle into his master’s lap and rub their cocks together until they both creamed. He wasn’t ready for full-on penetration, but that, mutual stroking, sounded really good. Even now he was hard and didn’t think he could sleep until he’d dealt with his little—well, not that little—problem. But how to present the idea to Sevaleth?

  “Do you know the custom of good strokes?” Jodi cringed. He really should have taken the time to think of a better title for his impromptu jack-off session. But still, it was better than nothing.

  “I have not heard of this.”

  “In my lessons, it was said that sometimes the couple doesn’t know one another well enough for more serious play, but they are both aroused and in need of relief.”

  “I am very hard.”

  “I noticed. I mean I am, too. But I’m not ready to go too far. But we can do good strokes for each other. It’s a way to feel better and to learn what the other person likes.” It sounded good to his own ears, and Sevaleth seemed to be buying it, given the expression on his face.

  “Show me this. I wish to learn what you like.”

  “Do you have anything slippery?”

  “Like oil?”

  “That would work.”

  Sevaleth literally bounded out of bed. Jodi had to cup his hand to his mouth not to laugh at his master’s obvious excitement. More and more Jodi suspected that though he was a war-hardened hero, Sevaleth hadn’t really done much of anything sexually. For some reason, Jodi was touched that Sevaleth was allowing his servant to teach him. While he waited, Jodi had a terrible attack of guilt. He should be honest with Sevaleth that he didn’t know anything, either. It seemed unfair for him to be in charge of what they were doing. He changed his mind right back when he got a good look at Sevaleth’s erect cock swinging side to side as he approached the bed. To Jodi’s inexperienced eyes, Sevaleth seemed too big to fit anywhere. What was so curious to him was that, perversely, he wanted to find out.

  Swallowing hard, Jodi decided he would continue with the charade, but he would make sure he didn’t harm Sevaleth in any way. He was actually nice once he stopped with the bossy attitude. Still, knowing it was a cultural thing helped. How strange that they refused to ask questions. No wonder they ended up waging war rather than engaging in trade.

  “Will this work?” Sevaleth held out the bottle, seemingly oblivious to the fact he’d just asked a question. His hand was shaking just a little.

  Jodi took the bottle, opened it, smelled the contents, dribbled some onto his fingers, then rubbed them together. Whatever it was, it glided skin against skin so easily there was almost no friction. “Yeah. This is perfect.”

  Sevaleth practically shot the bed across the floor when he jumped on and bounced down next to Jodi. “Show me.”

  “Okay, relax. Lie on your back.”

  Sevaleth got into position and then watched Jodi with wide, curious eyes.

  Jodi straddled his hips, feeling oddly empowered. Sevaleth was huge. Being in charge of him was exciting. And a little scary.

  “I will not move unless you tell me to.”

  Reassured, Jodi poured a good amount of the oil into his hand and then grasped Sevaleth’s cock. Sevaleth growled and thrust so hard he tumbled Jodi off.

  “Damn my foolish hips!” Sevaleth grabbed Jodi and forcefully dragged him back on top of him. “I will hold still. I swear it.”

  “It’s okay. It’s your first time.” Before Sevaleth could react to that, Jodi hastily added, “Your first time being shown this technique.”

  Sevaleth nodded and then tensed his entire body.

  “Relax.” Rather than grasp a hold of his cock again, Jodi spent a little time just touching Sevaleth. “This is to make you feel good so you can sleep.”

  “I am too excited to sleep now.”

  “I know, but this will help.”

  As soon as he’d gotten him calmed down, Jodi edged his strokes closer to his prick. Each caress garnered him a low, lusty growl.

  “Touch me. Please touch me.”

  Jodi wasn’t certain, but he was pretty sure if heroes weren’t supposed to ask questions, they probably weren’t supposed to beg. That he’d reduced Sevaleth to such a state was utterly ego boosting. Wrapping his hand around his cock shocked Jodi because he was very thick and very hot. Sevaleth uttered a keening kind of groan that was almost a cry of agony. Somewhere off in the darkness of the room, Raptor made a feral growl to match that of his master. Jodi struggled not to giggle and managed only because he was sitting on top of three hundred pounds of muscular warrior. Laughing at such a time would undoubtedly not end well for him. Besides, his urge to chuckle completely disappeared when he got into stroking Sevaleth’s cock.

  This time, Sevaleth was ready for the intensity of having Jodi’s hands on him. Stacking his fists, Jodi proceeded to stroke lightly, watching his master’s breathing and trying to keep him aroused but not overwhelmed. Jodi’s cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy. He’d never been so turned on in his life. Just holding Sevaleth was probably going to result in his own epic release. But that wasn’t his concern right now. He honestly wanted to make Sevaleth happy. For all his gruffness, there was a tender man within him. And that was the part that Jodi wanted to reach.

  “Breathe with me.”

  “I am breathing.”

  “Yes, but match my rate. Watch my chest.”

  Sevaleth did as Jodi suggested. As he increased his strokes, he breathed deeper, pushing the rhythm of the two events apart. He didn’t want Sevaleth to go off all at once but to have a long, drawn-out orgasm. If there was one thing Jodi did know, it was how to masturbate to best release. He had read just about everything he could on the subject and then experimented on himself. Now he could actually say it had been a valuable thing to study. Hell, it might just save his life. Pleasing Sevaleth was just the first step toward getting home.

  “Keep breathing with me.” After a time of that, Jodi reversed the rhythm, breathing fast while stroking slowly. And then he brought the two together, ramping up the movement of his fists and lungs until Sevaleth uttered a powerful bellow and climaxed.

  Jodi was utterly shocked by what happened.

  Sevaleth came in several massive spurts. It was impressive as hell since he almost hit the wall above the bed. All while he was climaxing, he shivered so hard he almost flung Jodi off, but this time, he placed his massive hands on Jodi’s hips, holding him tightly to his body. Jodi imagined this was what it was like to ride a bucking bronco. Shivering and shaking, Sevaleth kept coming until he finally passed out.

  For a moment, Jodi thought he’d somehow killed him. He didn’t seem to be breathing. And then, Sevaleth gasped for air in great gulps. His grip on Jodi’s hips lessened, and then he relaxed into the bed. Jodi was going to cockily ask if he’d enjoyed that, but he slowly realized he’d put the man to sleep!


  Rather than get annoyed, Jodi decided he would pat himself on the back for his epic masturbation skills. And now, he truly was tired. His cock was hard as hell, but that wasn’t a big deal right now. His arms ached from all the stroking, so he lay down beside Sevaleth and went to sleep.

  Jodi woke up to find Sevaleth gently stroking his own cock while he looked at Jodi.

  Oh, no. Here it comes. He thought by giving the big guy some good old-fashioned hand loving he’d put off actual intercourse for a while longer. Apparently, he was just as insatiable for sex as he was for everything else.

  “I do you now.”

  “Um, I’m not really ready.”

  “You’re hard. I will stroke you to see what you like.”

  “Oh.” Jodi lay back. Apparently, Sevaleth was only touching his own cock because Jodi was asleep. That he wanted to return the favor was actually really nice.

  “I cannot sit on you.”

  “Yeah, that’s probably not a good idea. Why don’t we do this?” Jodi urged Sevaleth to lie on his back then climbed on top of him, pressing his back into Sevaleth’s chest.

  “I cannot see you.”

  “But you can feel me and thrust between my legs.” Jodi thought this would also be a good substitute for penetration. He knew eventually they’d get there, but he’d like to put that off for as long as he could. Once he had everything situated, and a nice slick patch between his thighs, Sevaleth wrapped his hand around Jodi and stroked while rocking his hips.

  “This is very good.”

  Jodi grinned. Too bad he didn’t have a mirror on the ceiling. If he did, they’d be able to watch each other. When he suggested this to Sevaleth, he growled that he did not like to see himself.

  “I’m going to have to work overtime to make you see how handsome you are.” That was no lie. His scars were scary, but it took only a few hours in his presence for Jodi to realize he was actually very kind.

  “Even you don’t want to look at me.”

  Jodi sat up and turned around. “I do want to look at you.”

  Sevaleth nodded but didn’t seem entirely convinced. “You turned away from me.”

  “I thought—never mind.” Jodi realized that it wasn’t just about getting off for Sevaleth. He wanted to connect. That was as touching as it was terrifying. That he wanted to be fully intimate with Jodi showed he wasn’t a heartless warrior at all. However, getting emotionally entangled would make leaving difficult if not impossible. Jodi had kept the idea of returning to Earth in the back of his mind, but now he wasn’t so sure that could happen.

  “You can close your eyes.” Sevaleth offered this to Jodi as if he expected Jodi to ask to put a bag over his head.

  “I don’t want to.” Jodi assumed the same position he’d used earlier to stroke Sevaleth. He straddled his hips, riding him like a horse. But this time, he took Sevaleth’s massive hands and placed them around his own cock.

  Sevaleth had clearly paid attention because he mimicked what Jodi had done with breathing and strokes. When Jodi reached out to wrap his fists around Sevaleth again, he shook his head.

  “Your turn. I show gratitude to you.”

  Jodi was touched in both a literal and figurative way. Sevaleth wasn’t a greedy bastard who wanted all the pleasure for himself. He seemed to understand and fully embrace the concept of sharing. As difficult as it was for Jodi to relax and let Sevaleth pleasure him, he did, loving the way he was so gentle despite his obvious strength. His dark gaze was attentive, bouncing between the strokes he gave and Jodi’s face.

  “You like.”

  “I do.” Jodi grinned and then rose up a little so he could rock his hips back and forth. This amplified the pleasure and soon he was lost in bliss. And then Sevaleth slid one hand down past Jodi’s balls, rubbing the spot just behind them. This practically shot him into orbit. But it was a strange kind of excitement. Part of it was fear that he was going to keep right on edging backward until he hit his hole, but the other part was sheer pleasure because when he pressed there, it simply felt divine.

  “I won’t go deeper. Relax.”

  Jodi opened his eyes and looked down at Sevaleth. He was very attentive to Jodi’s enjoyment.

  “I see that you fear me going too far, so I won’t push to make that happen.”

  Again, Jodi was moved because for all his brutish ways, Sevaleth was actually quite gentle. Even though it interrupted the rhythm a bit, Jodi leaned down to kiss him. Sevaleth kissed back and then smiled as he continued with his sweet stroking.

  Eventually, Jodi got too close to the edge to be brought back again and tumbled over. He came. Hard. He would have fallen, but Sevaleth was there, holding him up as the shivers continued to rock him. When the last of the shakes left him, Sevaleth eased him down onto his chest, wrapped him up in his strong arms, and held him.

  In that moment, Jodi realized he’d been told a rather big lie. Not by anyone in particular, just something gleaned from a number of sources. It was said that women often mistook sex for love because during sex they felt profound emotions. Men were not known for doing this because men were wired differently.

  Bullshit.

  Jodi had felt fully connected to Sevaleth during their lusty romp. If he was going to get out of here without having his heart broken, he figured he had to escape very soon.

  Chapter 6

  Sevaleth never thought he’d enjoy giving another pleasure, but watching Jodi succumb to his touches was surprisingly gratifying. When he’d climbed on top of him to offer the tight space between his legs, it had felt good, but Sevaleth wanted to be able to see Jodi. Watching him had shown him exactly how he liked to be touched. Now he knew sweet spots on his form that no one else would ever know. This pleased Sevaleth greatly. He didn’t want anyone else to ever discover those same areas.

  Jodi was his.

  Sevaleth realized that he’d made a mistake in not claiming Jodi as his slave, but he couldn’t very well turn around and change his mind now. He’d said Jodi was a Girakor, and that made him so. Sadly, it also meant that he was a free man who could leave whenever he wished. Sevaleth thought of all the ways he could force him to stay. He could chain him up or get one of those collars that would shock him if he roamed too far. But the thought of Jodi bound like that bothered Sevaleth. Then he hit on a much more powerful idea. What if he made it so Jodi wanted to stay of his own free will?

  That would be much better. The question was how would he go about doing that? Giving him pleasure seemed to be a good start, but there was certainly more that Sevaleth could do. If Jodi was happy, he’d want to stay with Sevaleth, so he would find ways to give him joy.

  Easier said than done. Sevaleth didn’t know how to make someone happy. It seemed to him they either were or they weren’t. He recalled Dathar and his slave. Even though Dathar owned him, the slave seemed quite happy. He had to work taking care of Dathar’s swords, but he didn’t seem to mind. Clearly, Sevaleth needed to talk to Dathar.

  “I must go and find you clothing for tonight.” Normally, Sevaleth would just call for his houseboy, but covering up Jodi wasn’t his true objective. He rose from the bed and then slung his loincloth on.

  “Do you want me to come with you?”

  “No. Stay and eat. I will be back so we can bathe together.”

  “I’d like that.” Jodi stretched and blinked up at him with sleepy eyes that were somewhat reminiscent of Raptor. As if summoned, the creature jumped up onto the bed and settled in the warm hollow left by Sevaleth’s body. “Hi, kitty.”

  “I thought his name was to be Raptor?”

  “It is, but he looks like a big, fat kitty from Earth.”

  “You miss Earth.”

  “I do.” Jodi looked up at him then away, almost like he was trying to hide something in his gaze. “Girakor is nice, though.”

  “I am nice.” Sevaleth realized that saying things didn’t make them so. He felt oddly ashamed when Jodi agreed with him. “I will return.”

  He left befor
e Jodi could say anything else. Dathar’s rooms were over two doors from Sevaleth’s. The rooms in between them were seldom occupied, which gave each hero a measure of privacy and quiet. Although, when Sevaleth thought about it, he’d never heard anyone else in this part of the palace. The walls were very thick to shield from sound but also from the heat. During this season the weather was mild, but soon the summer sun would mercilessly beat upon the land. The heat would be so brutal that his slaves would lower the shield over the wall of glass to protect the coolness within. Even the pool would be cut in half so no water was outside. It simply evaporated too quickly and grew far too hot to be comfortable. Still, that was some time away. Sevaleth had plenty of time to make Jodi happy before that time came. Or so he hoped.

  After being announced by Dathar’s houseboy, Sevaleth was shown into the main room. The shades were drawn, making the light murky, but not so much so that Sevaleth couldn’t see. What he saw almost made him go but for the fact he’d been granted entrance.

  Dathar and his slave were in his bed. Dathar was on his back and his servant was gently sucking and kissing his cock. Both of them seem to be lazily playing at this, making Sevaleth wonder if they were actually trying to find release.

  “Sevaleth. Come up here.”

  Sevaleth moved over to the bed and sat on the edge. He continued to watch them, wondering what it would feel like to have Jodi do that to him. Then, he wondered how it would taste to do the same thing to Jodi.

  “He is very lusty.” Dathar twined his fingers in the slave’s hair but didn’t ask him to stop. “Tell me why you’ve come.”

  “I wish to know how you make him happy.” Sevaleth pointed to the sword bearer, who didn’t even look up from his work as his master talked. Had Sevaleth not witnessed so much sex in the hero’s hall, he might have been uncomfortable, but he wasn’t. Since heroes found their pleasure in public all the time, he wasn’t surprised that Dathar did the same here. Frankly, Sevaleth would have been far more stunned if Dathar made his slave stop.