At His Throat, a Promise by Lilith Grey

that William would praise him. And even if he didn"t, being a good boy for his master… for his Sir was good enough. Knowing 84

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    that he was doing as ordered made a warm glow spread over him, and the intensity in his balls diminished, though the overall need was no less. Pleasing Sir was all that mattered.
    And then William threw him down on the bed, and Ellis barely had time to brace himself with his hands before William was fucking him brutally, yanking him back over his thick cock, grunting and bruising Ellis with his fingers on his hips. The cloudy feeling Ellis had experienced cleared, and he knew he wasn"t going to last any longer.
    “Sir, please,” he groaned, hoping that permission was given quickly because he was past the point of holding back.
    “Come, Ellis,” William said, interpreting Ellis"s distress correctly.
    Untouched, Ellis came so hard his cry of pleasure sounded half-surprised. When the waves stopped wracking his body, he tried to hold himself up for William to finish but he couldn"t, slumping down until William propped him back up, thighs and hips slamming against Ellis until William finally came with a hoarse shout, and Ellis could swear he felt the come inside him.
    When William let go, Ellis fell onto his stomach, wet spot barely even acknowledged. He could not remember ever being fucked like that. Thoroughly and brutally and relentlessly and perfectly .
    William sat against the headboard, and Ellis tried to be pliant when his body was tugged up and into William"s lap. He moulded himself against the hardness that was all around him.
    A few moments later he was trembling, and he didn"t really understand why. He wasn"t scared or even cold; he was safe and warm and had no reason to feel so strange. But even though he didn"t say anything, William seemed to understand, and he just 85

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    held Ellis and rubbed warm hands over his skin, kissing his forehead and telling him how good Ellis had been, how pleased he was with him.
    Feeling infinitely better than he had when he"d woken up that day, Ellis let William take care of him in a way no one ever had.

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For the next week, Ellis worked hard to be the perfect slave. He learned very quickly from Harte what the master"s preferences and rules were, and he followed them implicitly.
    William hadn"t wanted to use him again, and for that Ellis felt both disappointment and relief. The reason for both was because no one had ever made him feel that way. Even enjoying sex was dangerous for a slave; it gave the master something to use against the slave, turning his reactions into something sordid and tawdry.
    Not that he really thought William would do this, but there were flashes of hardness and even meanness in William from time to time, mostly regarding his employees or colleagues, but sometimes directed at Harte and to a lesser extent, Ellis himself. Harte took it in stride as he did everything, though, and Ellis tried not to think about it.
    Harte teaching him law was painful, irritating, and exciting.
    He"d never had the opportunity to really work before, and from what Harte alluded, his old master hadn"t exactly been focused on the teaching portion of slavery, either. Harte was like a sponge—he soaked everything up with room left over, but he also had surprising patience, so that when Ellis needed a second or third explanation, he was able to give it.
    That was the only thing Harte expressed any sort of restraint in.
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    When it came to sex, Harte was needy, demanding, and eager but always fair. Ellis found his bed full of Harte more often than not, and sometimes Harte convinced him to come to his room instead.
    Ellis soon learned this was because Harte had restraints built into his bed, and he liked Ellis to use them on him. Which Ellis did, a little nervously, though Harte had assured him the master had given his approval. It wasn"t even so much that—he trusted Harte