not to push the master"s limits when it came to Ellis. No, he sometimes felt all wrong doing things with Harte when the other boy was tied up. Like he was playing the wrong role in a movie—
he had auditioned for Harte"s part.
But he couldn"t express this unfamiliar urge to William when he didn"t even understand it himself. And more than that, it wasn"t and would never be his place to ask William to do things a certain way. William had Harte to do the rougher things to, and he knew his slave liked it. Why bother with learning what Ellis wanted?
When Harte wasn"t making obvious demands on Ellis or subtler ones on his master, he liked to watch the television. The first time Ellis had seen it, he"d frozen in place. He"d heard of them of course, but growing up, his family hadn"t had the money or inclination to own such a thing, and his previous master thought they were abominations of science. Given the rest of the technology in his old master"s house, Ellis had never understood the sentiment, but William didn"t have any such qualms. William himself didn"t seem to watch it very often, preferring to retire to his study to work if it happened to be on, but Harte adored it and blamed Ellis for making him miss almost a week of his favourite show.
While Harte watched episodes from what must have been the fiftieth year of some low-budget drama, Ellis would open his 87
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books and try to catch up. Harte seemed to have much more than a year"s head start on what Ellis knew, but he surprised himself with how much he managed to pick up in a short time. Hearing William talk in those terms all the time really helped, and when he mentioned this, William took to letting him sit in the study while he made phone calls to clients, judges, and other lawyers. Ellis picked up on the language much more quickly this way, and William called him an “audio learner” and vowed to get him some tapes that would encourage his learning.
But it only took one night to bring Ellis crashing back down.
His mantra of remember your place, be a good slave had slowly faded into background noise as he became more comfortable. He still sought not to break any rules and be obedient and good, but reminding himself that he didn"t belong had become less necessary as he was almost seamlessly fitting into his new—albeit temporary—life.
And so when he fell asleep in Harte"s bed after some lazy mutual masturbation, he was surprised to wake up feeling far from rested.
But the reason for this became clear when he heard a moan beside him. Unbelieving that Harte hadn"t been satisfied by their tryst only hours ago—as it was still dark—Ellis was about to interrupt when he heard another moan.
William"s.
His eyes quickly adjusted to the dark, and he wished they hadn"t. William was lying on his back and Harte was straddling him, raising and lowering himself—painfully slowly—onto William"s cock. His hands were braced on William"s chest, and William"s hands were resting—not clenching, not even guiding—
on Harte"s thighs.
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No words were spoken, only the softest noises through bitten or pursed lips.
Ellis forced himself to watch this lovemaking. For that was what it was, and no mistake. William had fucked Ellis halfway to death and back again, and afterward he"d been tender, but there had been nothing like this. William couldn"t tear his eyes away from his slave"s face, and Harte looked equally enraptured.
When they came, they came together, muffling their cries in each other"s mouths, tensing and obviously fighting not to move too much.
Then there were whispers too low to hear, even in the silence of the room. Then kissing sounds, louder than the whispers. Then the weight on the bed shifted and then the door opened and closed.
Harte gave a restrained—for him—sigh that was imbued with happiness.
Ellis waited until Harte"s breathing evened out and then returned to his own room.
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he had auditioned for Harte"s part.
But he couldn"t express this unfamiliar urge to William when he didn"t even understand it himself. And more than that, it wasn"t and would never be his place to ask William to do things a certain way. William had Harte to do the rougher things to, and he knew his slave liked it. Why bother with learning what Ellis wanted?
When Harte wasn"t making obvious demands on Ellis or subtler ones on his master, he liked to watch the television. The first time Ellis had seen it, he"d frozen in place. He"d heard of them of course, but growing up, his family hadn"t had the money or inclination to own such a thing, and his previous master thought they were abominations of science. Given the rest of the technology in his old master"s house, Ellis had never understood the sentiment, but William didn"t have any such qualms. William himself didn"t seem to watch it very often, preferring to retire to his study to work if it happened to be on, but Harte adored it and blamed Ellis for making him miss almost a week of his favourite show.
While Harte watched episodes from what must have been the fiftieth year of some low-budget drama, Ellis would open his 87
AT HIS THROAT, A PROMISE
books and try to catch up. Harte seemed to have much more than a year"s head start on what Ellis knew, but he surprised himself with how much he managed to pick up in a short time. Hearing William talk in those terms all the time really helped, and when he mentioned this, William took to letting him sit in the study while he made phone calls to clients, judges, and other lawyers. Ellis picked up on the language much more quickly this way, and William called him an “audio learner” and vowed to get him some tapes that would encourage his learning.
But it only took one night to bring Ellis crashing back down.
His mantra of remember your place, be a good slave had slowly faded into background noise as he became more comfortable. He still sought not to break any rules and be obedient and good, but reminding himself that he didn"t belong had become less necessary as he was almost seamlessly fitting into his new—albeit temporary—life.
And so when he fell asleep in Harte"s bed after some lazy mutual masturbation, he was surprised to wake up feeling far from rested.
But the reason for this became clear when he heard a moan beside him. Unbelieving that Harte hadn"t been satisfied by their tryst only hours ago—as it was still dark—Ellis was about to interrupt when he heard another moan.
William"s.
His eyes quickly adjusted to the dark, and he wished they hadn"t. William was lying on his back and Harte was straddling him, raising and lowering himself—painfully slowly—onto William"s cock. His hands were braced on William"s chest, and William"s hands were resting—not clenching, not even guiding—
on Harte"s thighs.
88
AT HIS THROAT, A PROMISE
No words were spoken, only the softest noises through bitten or pursed lips.
Ellis forced himself to watch this lovemaking. For that was what it was, and no mistake. William had fucked Ellis halfway to death and back again, and afterward he"d been tender, but there had been nothing like this. William couldn"t tear his eyes away from his slave"s face, and Harte looked equally enraptured.
When they came, they came together, muffling their cries in each other"s mouths, tensing and obviously fighting not to move too much.
Then there were whispers too low to hear, even in the silence of the room. Then kissing sounds, louder than the whispers. Then the weight on the bed shifted and then the door opened and closed.
Harte gave a restrained—for him—sigh that was imbued with happiness.
Ellis waited until Harte"s breathing evened out and then returned to his own room.
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AT HIS
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