Page 5 of The Blood Master

Joel was panting, and his heart was racing. "You taste wonderful, my love, and your body is so soft and lovely, especially the way it melds with mine," Conall whispered as he kissed along Joel's collarbone. Joel let his head fall to the side, exposing more flesh for Conall to explore.

"You feel so right, but how can this be." Joel was coming around, but there was still uncertainty.

"Fate deems it so, my love. I am yours, and you are mine." He kissed him again and then slowly straightened and let his fingers slide free of his glorious channel, the velvety smoothness doing crazy things to his mind. He wanted him now, but he had to let him get comfortable.

"Mine," Joel repeated as if studying the idea.

"Shower, change, and meet me in the dining room when you're finished." He stepped back and, after a long penetrative stare, left the room. The glamour was opening his mind, and Conall could see it in the glint of his eyes and in the acceptance of his embrace.

Joel was starting to understand, and this new world was making sense to him. It would take a while longer, but as soon as they bonded, the understanding would be complete and thorough. He couldn't wait to have Joel at his side and in his bed, his beloved for eternity.

With thoughts of bonding and the memory of Joel's hot, tight body in his arms and his taste on his lips, Conall found that his resolve to give the man time was getting thinner and weaker by the second. He would need to bond with Joel soon, or his vampire might simply take over. Conall smiled and considered for a moment the wild passion that they could generate. He couldn't wait to move this relationship along.

He took a seat in the living room, called in their dinner order, and then called Ethan in IT to look into Joel’s life and situation. He wanted all the information he could get on his little lovely so as to be prepared for anything and everything that might occur.

He also arranged for Joel's things to be gathered from his apartment, which was probably lost to him after so many weeks, but his things would still be stored. He wanted to make himself comfortable, and having his things would be a good first step. He could hear Joel in the shower and could feel his insecurity and confusion at the events that had taken place. When they were together, he was calm and sure, but at each separation, Joel became hesitant. That would pass the longer they spent together.

He placed some sweats and a t-shirt on the foot of the bed, along with some slippers for Joel to put on when he finished with his shower. He stood and listened to the sounds of his beloved as he enjoyed the warmth and rejuvenation of the falling water.

He was a sweet young man with a lot on his shoulders, and Conall would help him shift that weight and see the future that lay ahead as the beloved of the Master. He would want for nothing, and he would be the center and the love of Conall's life.

Those who had hurt and demeaned him have been dealt with, and he would make sure that no one dared to touch or upset him ever again. Joel would come to understand the love of his Master and the lengths Conall was willing to go to make him happy.

Conall received a file from Ethan containing everything he'd found on Joel, and he included an update on the hostile takeover being spearheaded by Drakon and Victor. The Clubwhere Joel had been dancing had been burned to the ground. The bears present have been eliminated, although Cassius is still on the run. Those like Joel, who were not a part of the business's workings, were released with compensation.

His men were presently moving through the area, taking the bear clan out one business at a time. They estimate that the neighborhood will be cleared by morning. He sent a short statement to Victor, basically commending them on their efficiency. He heard the shower turn off just as their dinner was delivered.

Joel reveled in that huge luxurious shower, washing away the stench and aura of that despicable place and the people he worked for. It was cleansing and reviving, and he was beginning to feel like himself again. He used the soap, shampoos, and specialty items there in the shower, loving the feel and the scents of the expensive products.

When he was starting to prune up, he decided that he should probably get out and towel off, but he loathed getting out of the sweet comfort of the Master's amazing shower. He closed his eyes and could still taste his lips and feel the amazing sensations elicited by his talented fingers. His ass was tingling with the want of him.

He reached behind and used his own fingers to soothe the empty feeling, thrusting inside in fast, shallow strokes, wishing it were the Master who was touching him. With his other hand, he began rapid strokes of his now hard and weeping cock. He set a rhythm that soon brought him to the edge of release.

Joel closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and came spraying his seed against the wall of the shower. He kept up aggressively pumping his cock, needing this release so badly.Finally, he was completely spent, leaned his forehead against the cool tiles, and brought himself back under control. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower feeling better but not satisfied.

He wrapped the towel around himself, and when he walked into the bedroom, Joel saw clothes set out for him on the bed. They looked soft and warm and comfortable he hadn't been allowed to wear anything plain and comfortable since being taken. He had to wear what he was told to wear. He'd dropped the tight shorts and horrible ankle boots in the trash in the bathroom. He never wanted to see that shit ever again.

The sweats were pure heaven, and the t-shirt fit nicely, hanging loose but not sloppy. Joel pulled on the slippers and then just sat on the edge of the large bed. The room was vast, with furnishings, linens, and rugs that implied wealth and culture.

He wondered what his lot would be here with the vampires and how long they would keep him before passing him on to someone else down the line. The word beloved was bandied about, and Conall had hinted at a relationship, but Joel was hard-pressed to believe any of it. History had shown him that lies and deception were rampant in the paranormal world.

His life had been a series of lies, manipulations, and letdowns since coming in contact with Murphy, and he doubted any of it would change until he got away from the world of the supernatural. This wasn't his world, and he didn't belong here.

As these thoughts filled his mind, he also felt a sense of connection that was completely without foundation. Conall must have used some voodoo on him because it was crazy to think he was anything but the enemy. He was classier than most users and came off with a sincerity that most didn't bother with,but still, he was in control, and Joel had to do as he was told. It might be prettier, but it was still captivity.

Conall was waiting for him in the other room, and he promised him dinner. Joel stood and tentatively exited the room, looking around and seeing Conall off to his left in the living room. He was on the phone, so Joel stood still and waited. He'd learned that bothering them could result in a beat down, so as kind as Conall seemed, he wasn't going to push it.

He didn’t look the type to raise his hand to someone like Joel, but he could easily have someone else do it for him. The paranormals he'd had contact with, from the highbrow to the scum, had all been harsh and mean. Although he was rough with the bears, Conall had not been unkind to him. A wash of calm and peace kept coming over him, and it didn't make sense unless he was finally losing his mind. A little insanity would be welcome at this point.

"Joel." Conall's voice was friendly, and he reached his hand out toward him. His expression indicated that he was in a good mood. Joel had been good at gauging moods and emotions at the Club, and it saved him many times from hostilities and collateral anger. He moved toward the Master and stopped when he was standing before him.

"Do you feel better?" He asked, placing his hand briefly on Joel's shoulder and then cupping his cheek, tilting his head up. The last kiss had been epic. Joel would not deny the intensity of that embrace, and he wondered if there was to be another. He was so out of his depth, and he didn't know how to carry himself or how to react to keep himself safe as he stood there in the heart of the Rose Coven.

"Yes, I feel clean. Thank you for the clothes." Joel remained still, waiting for an order or a direction, not sure what was expected of him. Conall was patient and gentle with him.

“You’re welcome, Joel. Come and sit dinner has been served." He took Joel by the hand, led him into the dining room, and helped him get seated at the round table. He continued to be kind and attentive throughout dinner. The meal was braised pork loin with rice, roasted green beans, and custard tart for dessert. This was paired with a white wine. Joel couldn't remember the last time he'd had a mean this good.

Conall watched him throughout with a look of concern, but Joel wasn't sure if he was reading it right. He responded when spoken to, sat up straight, and used all the table manners he could remember. Conall reached across and refilled his wine glass when the dessert was served.

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