Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Troy gave a clipped nod. It still amazed him how this man could talk about sex—very frequent sex—in such dry terms, as if he were speaking about an unpleasant chore. But then again, if Master Andreas was an absorber, he had probably seen it all and sex just made him jaded and bored.
“You will be given free access to my house,” Andreas continued. “You might accompany me on my work trips if I leave High Hronthar for more than a few days. Keep your communicator on you at all times. If I call, you run.”
What a bossy motherfucker.
“Yes, Master,” Troy said in a carefully even voice.
“You will be paid triple the standard rate pleasure servants normally receive.”
Troy perked up. Triple? Pleasure servants were paid very well as it was, and triple the rate would mean that he could finally buy the aircar he had been drooling over for a while now. It kind of made him reconsider his plan to get fired.
“I think it’s fair, considering how often I will require your services—you will likely be more sore than usual. But I’m sure you will be relieved to know that you won’t have to do anything outside of your comfort zone. I’m a man of simple desires.”
Troy nearly laughed. Nothing outside of his comfort zone? Being fucked in the ass wasn’t exactly inside it. But rationally, he knew Master Andreas was being entirely reasonable. Some Masters were twisted bastards who got off on humiliating and hurting their servants. Hell, Troy’s previous Master was one, too.
Troy shuddered a little, remembering Master Thena. She was into some really disturbing shit she hadn’t even warned him about before they signed the contract. Master Andreas couldn’t possibly be worse than she had been, buttsex notwithstanding. What Master Andreas was requesting seemed fairly straightforward. He could put up with some uncomfortable buttsex before Master Andreas inevitably realized that Troy sucked at bottoming and fired him.
It wasn’t a big deal, really. As far as male employers went, it seemed Troy had gotten lucky.
Andreas walked back to his desk. “Read the contract and sign it,” he said, nodding toward the datapad on the table.
Troy stepped to the desk, picked up the datapad, and skimmed over the contract. He could feel impatience and agitation radiating off the other man. He could also feel his heavy gaze on his naked body.
He’d never been so aware of his body in all his life.
Don’t be an idiot, Troy told himself, exasperated with his own uncharacteristic self-consciousness. The man probably wasn’t even looking at him. He was imagining it.
Troy signed the contract electronically. “It’s done,” he said and turned around.
Master Andreas was standing by the window, his back to Troy. “Lubricant is in the top drawer of my desk,” he said. “Prepare yourself.”
Troy stared at his back.
Just… Just like that? Not that he’d been expecting flowers and kisses, but this man’s complete lack of interest in him was weird. And pretty damn insulting, to be honest.
But he didn’t say anything.
Master Andreas was the employer. Troy was just a servant. Troy probably didn’t even register as a person to such a high-ranking Master. Sometimes it made Troy frustrated and angry, but he wasn’t an idiot. Sure, it sucked that he hadn’t been deemed good enough to become a Master’s apprentice, but it wasn’t like he was a powerless slave. He could always break the contract with his employer if he was uncomfortable—if there was a serious reason for it. Not being treated like an equal wasn’t considered a serious reason. Members of the servicing branch of the Order simply weren’t equal to the Masters. They were second-class citizens. It was just the way it was.
Troy retrieved the lube from the drawer and looked around. There was a large leather couch in the corner by the fireplace. He walked there and hastily prepared himself, his face warm with embarrassment and humiliation. Fuck, this was so demeaning. He was a man preparing himself for another man’s cock. His own cock was mostly soft—there was nothing remotely arousing about the situation. Master Andreas was an objectively attractive man, but Troy wasn’t into being fucked at all. Whatever. He hadn’t expected to enjoy this. It was just a job. The sooner it was over, the sooner he’d get paid. If Master Andreas treated this like an unpleasant chore, there was no reason Troy couldn’t do the same. A few minutes of terrible sex was nothing to fear. It wasn’t going to hurt physically. The only thing it would hurt was his pride and masculinity.
“I’m ready,” he said, pulling his fingers out of himself. He bent over the armrest of the couch and waited, looking at the fire dancing merrily in the fireplace.
Just think about something else. Close your eyes and think of the sweet aircar you’re going to buy.