Master
Chapter 7
In front of the master suite's full-length mirror, G dressed in the sex outfit. It was back to the black leather leggings and the sleeveless skin-tight aqua toned see-through t-shirt. He loved the feel of the silky t-shirt fabric against his skin. G wondered what fabric it was made from and relished the experience of wearing it around Sam. Around the sheik, that was a different feeling. Nakedness.
Sam came behind him surrounding his waist with both arms and nuzzling his left ear.
"Damn."
"Sexy." He released his partner and slithered his soft black leather bullwhip around G's neck.
"Please…." He couldn't bring himself to say the words.
"You want something ask for it."
"You won't give it to me."
"After your assignment today we'll have a session."
"Thank you." He needed it. Wanted it. Craved it. Even now the reason he wanted to be bullwhipped by Sam eluded him. His partner asked him several times, and he failed to convey the reason he loved Sam's artistry displayed on his back, buttocks, and chest. The feel of the tip lashing at his buttocks stimulated him the most. He pleaded with Sam to whip him more each time which brought him closer to an orgasm of a different kind in his mind.
"Ready?"
G glanced at his feet. No shoes. "Yes."
"Your team and I have your back."
"You especially." He eyed his partner in the mirror.
"Tonight. Dinner. Bullwhipping. And hot sex."
"Great combination."
"Let's go eat breakfast."
As usual early in the morning his mind protested with the thought of food in his stomach. He acquiesced knowing he may not eat anything the rest of the day until Sam's delectable dinner. G followed his partner into the dining room and took a seat at the far end of the thick glass table.
Sam brought their breakfast to the table and settled down next to his partner.
"Too close."
"Not close enough," Sam said, smirking. "Inside your body, that's close."
"Very funny."
"I enjoyed our first time together."
"Only enjoyed?" G asked.
"More than enjoyed. I'll tell you more later."
"Why?"
"You need your mind focused on the ops not us."
"Darn." G ate his eggs and bacon. Sam supplied him plenty of his favorite breakfast foods.
With his right hand, Sam grasped G's left hand as he took another bite of an egg white omelette. "I think I need to tell you now." He brought his partner's hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. "I more than enjoyed our time together. Our lovemaking was spectacular," he whispered.
"Wait a minute," G said, pulling his hand away his partner's face. "Did you just say lovemaking?"
Sam hesitated for a moment. "Yes."
He dropped his fork on the expensive bone China where he left half his food. "Damn." G leaned over the short distance between them and cupped Sam's face in both hands. He enveloped his mouth and kissed him deep, forcing his tongue inside the man's warm mouth.
Sam drew G into his arms and passionately kissed him. He broke away and said, "I was afraid to tell you."
"I'm glad you did." G settled into his lap and wrapped his arms around Sam's neck. "I feel the same way."
"We need to finish breakfast."
"And who said I didn't?" G winked at him and grabbed his fork. He ate more omelette and polished off his bacon. Sam nuzzled his partner's neck. "Hard to eat with you doing that. And you know exactly what I mean."
Sam finished off his omelette and milk. "I do."
G kissed his partner again and slid off his lap. "Need to finish up in the bathroom." Before he stepped away, Sam grabbed him by the waist and drew him into his side. "I meant what I said." He released his partner.
"Me too." G entered the bathroom and eyed himself in the mirror. Things had started to go the way he wanted them to go. And yet, it unnerved him at the same time. Their relationship grew deeper and his insatiable need to be bullwhipped grew with it at the same time. Still no reason or explanation for his desire which had grown to epic proportions. Every waking moment, his mind was wracked with images of a faceless man bullwhipping him into submission. The sex afterward blew away any expectations he had before that time. Each session was more breathtaking than the last.
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He stood outside the sheik's residential suite one floor below their rented suite and hesitated to knock on the door. After everything he had done and the sheik now knew about him, G resisted his assignment more than before. Something was off. Something was familiar about the man who called himself a sheik. And yet, something about all of this intrigued him and he desired to know more about this man who was his suitor.
G knocked on the door and stood with his head bowed and hands clasped behind him at the small of his back.
The door opened and a rush of heavenly scented musk and rum air filled G's nostrils. Together those scents enticed him, turning on his sex drive to the max. It happened all at once before he entered the suite.
The sheik motioned for his new interest to come inside.
G stepped crossed the threshold, keeping in position and not looking up at the man.
"Welcome. Shall we recline on the deck by the pool."
He knew it wasn't a question rather an order. G followed the handsome, tall, stately man outside and around a corner to the pool and spa area.
"You gave me the pleasure of a sensuous show two days ago. I wish to watch another one."
G expected the regular routine they followed on their first meeting, conversing around the fire pit on the deck and swimming in the pool. All he could do was obey. Anything other than that response would break his cover.
"Stand over here by my side," the man said, pointing to a spot less than a foot away from his chaise lounge.
G walked over and stood where the sheik had directed him to stand.
"And…." With a handheld device, he turned on some enticing, sensuous music, something with a Middle Eastern flair. "Start."
He closed his eyes and smoothed his hands down his special t-shirt, paying close attention to his already erect, hard nipples. G admitted to himself the whole scenario excited him. He swayed his hips and turned sideways, showing this handsome and sexy man his desire for sex and wanting to please him.
"Nice." The sheik pulled open his bathrobe and stroked his semi-erect member.
G opened his eyes and couldn't help but stare at the size of the man's dark cock. He thought Sam's was huge but the sheik was well endowed to say the least.
"You like?"
He nodded unable to articulate his words. G redoubled his efforts to keep focused on the show he was asked to perform for his suitor.
The sheik wrapped an arm around his slave's waist. "Sit on me," he whispered.
This wasn't part of the festivities for the day. He hesitated.
"Obey me."
G climbed onto the purple chaise lounge and straddled the man's body.
"Over my lower hips."
He positioned himself just below the sheik's semi-erect cock.
"Hands behind your back."
G complied, his eyes widening at the sight of a long knife's blade glistening in the early morning's sunlight.
"Hold very still." The man held the knife, blade upward, against his slave's skin and pressed the instrument upward and outward under his shirt. The sharp knife sliced through his slave's thin t-shirt with ease. "Head back."
G surrendered to the feeling of the cold knife against his warm skin. He tilted his head back and focused on keeping his breaths steady and calm.
"Excellent." The sheik ripped through the shirt's side shredding and removing it from his slave's body. "Look at me."
He brought his eyes to focus on the man's dark ones.
The sheik reached out with one ebony hand and caressed his slave's erect and hard nipples and smoothed his hand down his torso. "Beautiful."
G whimpered from the sensations of his suitor's gentle touch.
"You're highly responsive, more so than I imagined you'd be. Excellent," the man said with a deep, sensuous tone. "Strip and we'll swim before having a light snack."
Damn. Naked with this man who enticed him more than Sam. He understood how a man could be enslaved to a suitor such as him. The sheik had a way with words which sounded as if they were smooth and warm dark chocolate surrounding his body and mind. G climbed off the man's lap and started to perform the rest of his strip tease act.
"No, take them off now. I want to see your nakedness before we swim."
G turned and thrust out his buttocks in an obscene gesture, hinting where he wanted this to go. He inched his skin-tight jeggings over his hips, making sure he kept his buttocks in the air.
"Stop. Come closer." G backed up to the chaise lounge until his calves touched the man's outstretched ebony legs. The sheik reached out and stroked his slave's buttocks. G sighed. "Nice and firm. Perfect for whipping and spanking and sex." He slapped each one hard. G yelped. "Responsive. Continue right here."
He inched his jeggings down his muscular legs until they were pooled at his feet. G bent over, pushed his buttocks into his suitor's face, and removed his jeggings. Before he could place them on the second chaise lounge, the sheik stood and lifted him into his arms. G startled and struggled but managed to will himself to settle down before losing his undercover poise. Play it out. He reminded himself with a new mantra. The man was taller and stronger than Sam and here's where it showed and where it frightened him in an exciting way. He was completely enthralled with his suitor's strength and sexiness.
The sheik stepped into the pool carrying his naked slave. His bathrobe trailed in the water behind him. He forced his slave against one wall of the pool while he stripped off his white turkish bathrobe and allowed it to sink to the bottom of the pool. The man pressed his hardened member against his slave's buttocks. "Soon I'm going to make you mine," he whispered. "Let's swim." He released his slave and started swimming the length of the lap pool.
G trembled with fear and excitement over the prospects of this man making him his own. He wanted it more than he believed he would and that worried him. G wondered if those scents were a type of drug rather than perfumes. He dismissed the thought.
