"Fuck yes…" Master Sebastian hissed, his load sliding down his boy's throat as his hands twined in his dark hair, pulling hard. "Good boy…" Master Sebastian loosened his grip on the boy's head and he swallowed the very last drops of his seed, but continued to suck lightly, awaiting his permission. "You may sit up, Alexander."
The dark haired boy, Alexander, sat back on his ankles, knees spread, hands on his thighs, his eyes on the hardwood floor between his legs. Being told he was a 'good boy' by Master Sebastian was a rare occasion, but Alexander had learned by now not to get his hoped up of a reward. After all, it was just a morning blow job. The fact that he had been 'complimented' probably had more to do with Master Sebastian being in a rare good mood than Alec giving an extraordinarily good blow job.
Master Sebastian snapped his fingers and a servant placed a plate of food between Alexander's spread thighs. "You may eat," Master Sebastian allowed, and Alec dug into his food, on the verge of an animalistic manner, but civilized enough that Master Sebastian would not punish him for a lack of manners. "You may look at me." Alexander knew it wasn't so much an allowance as a command. His eyes shot up to look at his Master's face as he chewed his food.
"You are going to meet someone very important today," Master Sebastian said in his authoritative voice. Alexander knew what this meant. It wasn't just a meeting. "He is a very important man. If he likes you, you may get to spend some time with him," as if being loaned out to another sex lord by his Master was a gift. Most of the time it wasn't. Usually the crowd that took loaners were the ones who were too cruel or violent to keep their own slaves. "If you make him happy, you make Master happy, and you will be rewarded. Do you understand?" Master Sebastian reached out to run his finger down the center of Alec's bare chest to the unbuttoned waist of his dirty blue jeans. Alec nodded shakily. "Speak."
"Yes Master, I understand," Alec said blandly.
Master Sebastian slapped his cheek hard a little harder than would normally be considered playful, but Alexander was used to it. "You will go upstairs and dress nicely. You will not wear a collar for this meeting. And you may shower. You may finish eating first." With that Master Sebastian returned to his newspaper.
Alexander was released to his room after he'd finished his food, and he scurried up the stairs once he was out of Master Sebastian's sight. His room was immaculate. It was the one place he truly had to himself in this house. The walls were white, the bedspread a soft gold, and the floors a dark hard wood.
There were no personal affects in the room save for a half-folded picture of his sister that remained shoved under his pillow. Alexander hadn't been allowed to take any of his things with him when his marks were stripped and he was banished from the shadowhunter world after he came out. He knew the ramifications of being gay in the Shadowhunter community, and he never would have come out if he had a choice, but his parents had caught him trying to kiss his parabatai and before he could even realize the trouble he'd gotten himself into, he was before the Clave.
Now here he was, working for the Lord of the Dark Shadowhunters as a sex slave. He got one day off every two weeks and all of his needs for housing and food taken care of. Although the food was conditional.
Alec didn't think often about how he got here, and even as the thought touched his mind at the thought of his past, he shook it away and walked towards his dresser. He pulled out a tight black button down shirt that advertised his pecks and then a pair of gray pencil legged stretchy slacks. Alec didn't own any 'work' clothes that weren't stretchy. He couldn't exactly 'assume the position' in a pair of skinny jeans.
Alec walked into the small bathroom adjoined to his room and turned on the water to full heat. Master Sebastian had been rougher than usual with him lately. Alexander had been surprised by his generosity this morning. It was so out of character with his mood lately, but Alec wasn't going to complain.
He got showered and dressed and looked himself over in the mirror. The shirt was tight, but that was how it was meant to be. If the shirt wasn't tight, he wasn't wearing one at all. Alec bit his lip, something that Master Sebastian loathed, claiming that it chapped them.
Alec took a deep breath and fidgeted with his shirt. Maybe this one will be different, he told himself, even though he knew it probably wasn't very true.