Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Anitra Lynn McLeod

might not even understand what he was seeing or the import of it. Each species had their own curious and unique erogenous zones. Blessed had learned a few of Tyler’s that weren’t obvious, such as his nipples and his neck, but he thought if he knew additional areas he would be able to have more control over him.
    “But before I show you mine, you will show me yours.”
    Tyler laughed, genuinely happy. “You already know mine.” In sequence with his words, he touched the areas on his body. “My neck, my nipples, my cock, and my ass.”
    “Surely there are more.”
    Tyler looked away and then back.
    “Tell me.”
    “Tell me one of yours first.” Defiantly, Tyler crossed his arms over his chest.
    Blessed wanted to be angry, but this is what he so enjoyed about his Earthling. He was defiant, but often it was only over silly things, as if he refused him so they could have harmless fun. And that was something Blessed had far too little of. His world was war, conquest, defilement, dominance, and when he had retired it had become a world of boredom. One little alien had turned everything around.
    “I will show you.” Blessed sat back, crossing his legs. “I like when your bottom bounces here.” He touched the area above his detaf . “The pressure against it makes me long to have my release, but I resist because the longer I do, the better that blast feels when it finally comes.”
    Tyler sat up and grinned. “Me, too. I mean, here.” He cupped his balls. “I don’t like anything sitting on them causing pressure, but when you tease me and make me wait for release, it builds an internal pressure here that I fight. When I finally climax, the feeling of pleasure is multiplied.”
    Blessed nodded, filing the information away. “Your balls are very curious to me.”
    “Oh?”
    Reaching out, Blessed cupped them gently into his hand. They were surprisingly soft and so vulnerable he instantly felt the power of holding them, but he also discovered he was loath to do anything that might hurt Tyler’s clear trust in him. “They do not grow or shrink with the level of your release. They are similar to my detaf , but not quite the same, as mine is like a bag that swells and shrinks with fluid. If yours swell, it is so minute that it is unnoticeable.”
    Tyler said nothing, which caused Blessed to look up at his face. Tyler was sitting very still, almost as if he were afraid that at any moment Blessed would wrench his balls off.
    “I would not hurt you.” He was angry that he had to keep reminding him, but then again, Blessed knew he had only himself to blame since he kept deliberately frightening him.
    Nodding, Tyler didn’t relax fully until Blessed let go of his sac.
    “Show me another spot that you like touched.” Blessed settled back on the bed. Already, with this smallest change in the structure of their encounter, Tyler seemed brighter and far more engaged.
    “Ah, no. I showed you one for yours. It is your turn.”
    Blessed considered lying but then thought that there was something he wanted Tyler to do to him, something he’d never dared to ask another to do. “Here.” Blessed stroked his finger over his hair. “I like to have my hair touched.”
    Tyler tilted his head as if he didn’t believe him, but then he rose to his knees, moved close, and stroked his hand over Blessed’s hair. “Oh.” His voice was clearly surprised.
    “What?”
    “It’s not hair so much as it’s living.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “My hair”—Tyler pointed—“is dead protein, keratin, I think. The strands aren’t sensitive to touch except at the scalp. Now, on the other hand, your hair is thicker and clearly has nerve endings, or whatever your kind calls touch receptors, all along the entire length.” Tyler paused as he trailed his fingers through Blessed’s hair, practically making him purr. “You don’t cut your hair, do you?”
    “No. It would hurt dreadfully. When I go into battle, I wear a helmet that covers