Saviour Of Mine(Boyxboy )

CHAPTER 9

Evan let out a loud moan, his body arching of the bed with intense pleasure. It was like nothing he has ever felt, nothing he could even dream to feel. He struggled against the restraints causing his Master to pull away from his aching penis to smirk at him. Evan stared wide eyed and flushed, his chest heaving, desperate for air.

"Keep still, pet, or else I will be forced to punish you. "Evan shuddered at thw promising tone. He forced himself to still, not liking the use of the word punish.

"Sorry, Master." He gasped out and a finger teased his entrance, lighting tracing up and down. His legs were lifted high and spread apart, held by rope suspended from the ceiling. He through his head back when his Master forced a slick with moist finger inside of him, thrusting it, he wanted to cum, he was desperate for release.

"Beautiful," he flushed at his Master's compliment. Never has he been called beautiful. He arched, his ass clenching, sucking the finger deeper inside.

"Master, please, Master! "He begged," May I cum? Please, "He whimpered as two other fingers were forced in. His Master leaned over his gasping figure staring at him with a small devious smile.

"You look so edible, my pet. Cum for me." He purred...

Evan arched off the bed, his fingers griping the sheets and he stared at his bright ceiling.

"Ahhh! "He exclaimed as he came all over the sheets. He panted heavily, gasping."Oh, God." He muttered to himself, staring at his covered cock. He lifted the comfortor and saw the mess, "Oh, God, no."

"Well, that was quite a spectacle. "Evan gasped, dropping the sheets to cover himself and turned his head to the source of the voice seated in the chair not to far from him.

"Ma-Sir! I...I'm sorry! I don't know what happened!" Evan was in a state of panic and shock. His body shook as he bent his legs and hugged them to his chest, a whimper escaping him.

Christopher frowned and stood with ease. He had enjoyed the show Evan put on unconsciously and he could only guess that the ever so pleasurable dream featured him as he enjoyed hearing Evan call out to him. In strong stides he was at the poor boys side, his arm wrapped around his shoulder and he held him to his chest. He soothed him as best he could.

"Shh, please stop crying, Evan. You're breaking my heart. "There was a sniff and he watched as the red head peaked up at him.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why that happened." Christopher furrowed his brows.

"Have you never orgasmed before? "The adorable saint shook his head and Christopher frowned." Had non of your passed Master's rewarded you with at least one? "

"I never even got a meal, Sir." Evan admitted unconsciously. He felt so exposed and so embarrassed, how could a dream do that? How could it create such an effect? He didn't want to hide anything from his Master, not even himself. He frowned, how could it have been so strong? Why was he even dreaming of Master Christopher? He could only wonder.

"Evan, I suggest you get out of that head of yours before I make you. "His head snapped to the side and he whimpered at thw irritated tone and look on Christopher's face.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"I accept your apology, but I ask that you never ignore me again, am I understood? "Evan nods.

"Yes, Sir." He supplies feebly. He rubbed his eyelid when his Master stepped forward and sat before him.

"Now, I apologise for your previous Masters' misconduct, and I ask you forget about them because with me, things are going to be very different. " Evan watched the man's large hand reach out to brush away the stray hair, his gray eyes softening."Never again will you ever be left hungry, with me I will not only be your Master but your protector and friend. In return, all I ask for is your trust."  His large hand cupped his cheek and Evan found himself mesmerised, transfixed amd compelled by this handsome man. "Only when you say the words will I touch you in a way only a Dominant touches his Submissive." His hand trailed down to Evan's bare chest and he shivered.