Page 103 of Master of My Heart

Richard chuckled. “So I’ve seen.”

The couple exchanged knowing looks, then Kathy smiled at Chase, reaching to stroke between his legs. “I see you just got here, love. May I have the honor of first taste?”

Chase closed his eyes as Kathy’s skilled hand stroked his cock until it was rock hard. Sex was an integral part of the Brotherhood and things that occurred there would be frowned upon outside the confines of the organization. Hell, the process of becoming an Elder-Son involved a father fucking his son, albeit in a ritualistic, not sensual, way. Wives fucked other women’s husbands. Husbands fucked other men’s wives. Men fucked men and women fucked women. Sex was a recreational indulgence, and those uncomfortable with that fact never came a second time.

He groaned as Kathy slid to her knees, freed his cock from his pants, and began to suck him gently. It had been over a month since he had any sort of sexual contact, and her skilled mouth pushed aside the turmoil of the day and sent him flying into a stressless oblivion.

*****

The blackness gives way to a soft, golden light in the distance, unmoving, steady, unchanging... cold. I walk toward the light, not knowing why, but I must go to it. It draws me in, like the tempting warmth of a blanket after standing outside in the cold forever. Even though I feel no heat radiating from it, I keep a steady pace forward as I move my feet over and over again, drawing ever closer, expecting some sort of change, but never seeing or feeling anything different.

Then it begins to change.

What looked like a solid orb slowly reveals itself to be a million tiny golden sparkles. Sparkles I’ve seen before. Sparkles I’ve felt before.

The orb pulsates... breathes... lives.

It senses me.

I feel it.

I stare for an eternity, until it explodes into a million tiny living pulses of light that fill the space around me. They pulse and swirl, caressing my skin, making me sway back and forth as ghostly butterflies move my body until I am floating in them. They make me fly... make me float... they bury themselves into my skin, each one a tiny pinprick of sensual touch. When one buries itself into my nipple, I gasp, leaning my head back and opening my mouth on a deep sigh. Another one flutters between my legs, softly caressing the sensitive skin, even as another one teases my other nipple. They nudge my legs apart, my arms apart, until I am open and vulnerable. They flutter and flit around my body, making me gasp and moan, entering and leaving my body in a rhythmic assault on every nerve. I fly with them, and my mind and body are consumed with sensation.

I cannot think.

I cannot do anything except feel and be present with them.

And then I am falling.

Falling. Falling. Falling.

Never stopping.

Until arms wrap around me.

Dark, strong, heavy arms.

They hold me down, not letting go.

Hands pinch and prod, forcing my body open to something known and unknown at the same time.

I struggle, but the hands are strong and force me open.

Pain! So much pain!

I scream, and he laughs.

I sob, and he laughs.

And then...

He roars in anger as I am pulled away from him by some unseen hand and I feel no more.

*****

Chase jumped in his sleep and was on his feet before he was completely awake. He looked around the dark room, but a tiny bit of moonlight helped him place where he was. Jayson’s apartment.

Why am I here?

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