Page 55 of Under His Heel

The entire affair felt dreamy.

Tracht sank back down into the water and said, “Shampoo.”

Alex poured a little of the liquid into his palm and waited while Tracht wet his hair. Then he scooted closer to the end of the tub and started massaging the shampoo into Tracht’s hair. Tracht sighed in pleasure.

Tracht could have died today. Just squished between two heavy objects. Blood everywhere. No more Tracht for Alex to wait on or get fucked by. No more cages or whips or ginger or food licked from fingertips.

Heck, Alex could probably snap Tracht’s neck right now. Tracht was completely relaxed. Vulnerable. Nobody would be able to stop Alex. The idea was so repulsive to him that he scowled. He concentrated on giving Tracht the best damn scalp massage of his life.

“What happens to me if you die?” Alex blurted out.

Tracht sighed loudly and moved away from Alex’s fingers. He poured water over his head to clear the shampoo off, then said, “Come join me in the tub.”

With some trepidation, Alex stepped into the water and sank down so that he was between Tracht’s legs. Tracht wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled until they were sitting chest to back, Tracht’s cock hard against Alex’s ass. The water rose dangerously close to the edge of the tub, but didn’t spill over.

“You put me in such a difficult position, Alex,” Tracht said, his mouth right next to Alex’s ear. His voice rumbled through Alex. Tracht kissed the back of Alex’s neck, just above his collar. Alex shivered and stirred with the beginnings of arousal.

“Today... thank you. I don’t believe anybody would have blamed you if you had failed to pull me out of harm’s way.” Tracht nuzzled Alex’s shoulder. “In fact, I am sure there are people who would have suggested it as the better alternative for you.

“Per the contract, in the case of my completely natural or accidental demise, your contract transfers over to my next of kin—that’s Anna, in my case. She would be responsible for paying it off. She could pay it off immediately, likely using the funds I have in my account. She could keep you on and continue the contract as is. Or she could sub-contract you out.”

Alex thought of Tracht’s sister and how she’d talked about her bondservants like they were pets or toys, and he wasn’t sure if that would be a better deal.

“If, on the other hand, foul play is suspected, then the contract is immediately terminated and you are sent back to the authorities to determine how to deal with you. I don’t recommend being a bondservant found guilty of murder, Alex.”

So saving Tracht had been as much in Alex’s own good interests. Yeah. It was better to tell himself that than to think he’d done it because of some other reason. Alex nodded carefully. “I wouldn’t. I’m not a murderer.”

“No. I didn’t think you were.” Tracht nibbled on Alex’s earlobe. “The difficult part, Alex, is that the nature of my... perversities, as you called them once, is that the more I like you, the more I want to hurt you.” He raked a fingernail across Alex’s nipple, a sharp contrast to the soft kissing and nibbling.

“You hurt me right from the start,” Alex complained when he was no longer feeling overwhelmed.

“Mmm. Yes. But I wasn’t nearly as invested in it.” Tracht bit down hard on Alex’s shoulder while simultaneously stroking Alex’s cock.

Alex’s legs jerked automatically, and some of the water sloshed over the side of the tub. “So… so what’s that mean? For me.”

Tracht was surprisingly good at making Alex feel good. Even while he bit and pinched Alex, he followed it up with soft touches. He scored his nail over the slit of Alex’s cock, a sudden sharp pain, but the next movement was a gentle caress along the vein, and the contrast made the pleasure spike even higher.

“Should I leave you like this? Or let you come?”

Alex remembered the last time he’d been allowed to choose. He clutched at the edge of the bathtub and shook his head. “Whatever. Don’t wanna… don’t wanna get punished.”

Tracht eased his hand away and went back to playing with Alex’s nipples. “Hmm. A choice then. A reward for your service today. This orgasm, completely free of strings. Or I take you out for a nice dinner at a very expensive restaurant. Sit you down at a table and let you use a knife and fork to eat.”

Oh god. Alex thought about it. He’d almost forgotten how to use utensils, since food was always either taken from Tracht’s fingers or licked from a bowl. Sitting at a table like a proper person would be so nice.

But Tracht had been good about feeding him lately, and he did get decent treats every now and then. Orgasms… he didn’t know when the next real one would be allowed. He was terrified of getting off on his own. He was so scared of getting too much pleasure. But right then, he desperately wanted to come anyway.

“Orgasm,” he cried out, just as Tracht pinched his foreskin.

Tracht let go and chuckled softly.

Frick. Was that the wrong answer? Alex struggled a bit in the water. “No! Whatever you want! Whatever!”

He found himself pulled into an even tighter embrace.

“No. Orgasm is fine. I said it was. Lift up a bit.” Tracht started sucking and biting just under Alex’s jaw. He coaxed Alex into rising up just enough for Tracht’s cock to settle between his ass cheeks. His hand tightened around Alex’s cock and he started stroking firmly.

Warm water sloshed everywhere, but Alex was beyond caring. Tracht’s other hand settled on Alex’s mouth, and Alex opened to let the fingers in. They stroked his tongue and fiddled with the piercing, a still-alien sensation that Alex barely registered. All he knew was that Tracht was making him drown in pleasure, his heart pounding loudly, his breathing heavy.

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