“Please,” Kid pleads, “just—”
“However! Let me finish, boy. Occasionally, masters find it difficult to part with their slaves.” Felipe cannot resist a pointed look toward Celia. “So difficult, in fact, they keep them for themselves and spoil them rotten.” Celia’s tinkling laughter brings a broad smile to Felipe’s lips.
“Am I spoiled, Master? Perhaps you should take me in hand and teach me humility?” Celia bites her bottom lip and drags her gaze possessively over Felipe’s form.
Minx! Felipe is just about to respond in kind, when Kid interjects.
“What does that mean?” Kid asks. “I don’t understand what you’re saying!”
“It means…Celia has asked me to consider you,” Felipe snaps. “Don’t interrupt. I have no time in my life for insolent pets. No matter how attractive they are. Comprendes?”
Kid nods.
“Good. Your options are these: find it within yourself to submit to Celia and to me…or I’ll leave you to Caleb and his sadistic master. They’ll most likely kill you…or worse.” He kneels beside Kid, purposely crowding him against Celia and the beam at his back. “You see? I am not a nice man, boy, but I can be fair. I’ll spare your life, and in return, you’ll surrender it to me as Celia did many years ago.” He pulls away and stands.
14. Celia
Celia is aware she shouldn’t like this as much as she does, but there are some pleasures she simply won’t deny herself. The young man in her arms is quaking, muscles locked up tight. She reaches for his exposed penis and cups him firmly.
“What are you doing?” Kid rears away from Celia’s neck. “Not there!” He presses his knees together and struggles in his bonds. It’s useless, and all he’s done is trap Celia’s hand between his legs. Her fingers continue to stroke him, slowly, gently, and as enticingly as she is capable, which—in her estimation—is guaranteed to rouse this beautiful boy in her arms.
“Shhh, no llores pobrecito. Don’t cry.” She drops her voice to a husky whisper and nuzzles the boy’s ear with the tip of her nose. “There’s no need to be afraid. I have you now. Give yourself to me, sweet boy. Let me take care of you.” Kid’s muscles gently relax as he is lulled by her tender words, but his passion remains uninspired, even after several minutes.
“You’re not doing what Celia wants,” Felipe teases. “Is she treating you too kindly?” On silent cue, Celia applies greater pressure.
“Stop!” Kid hisses. “Please…I can’t.” He thrashes, and Celia immediately reassures Felipe of her safety. Her master is not easily convinced, but neither is he easily deterred.
“Celia, the boy would rather take his chances with the others.” Felipe speaks as though he hasn’t a care in the world save for his own amusement. Celia knows his ploy.
She resumes her previous less abrasive touches, and presses her lips to Kid’s ear. “Come with me. Come for me.” She’s mildly irritated by her limited English. It forces her to use clipped phrases that undermine her intelligence.
“I can’t,” he says lowly, but his head finds its way back onto Celia’s shoulder. “Hurts…they hurt me.”
“Focus on the pleasure and the pain goes away,” Felipe suggests. “Celia, I think he may need more encouragement than your tender affections can achieve. Perhaps it would be best to simply move things along? He’s going to acquiesce; he has no choice. It’s cruel to keep him in suspense, don’t you think?” He smiles and Celia will swear she can see the devil in his eyes.
“By all means, Master, school me in the ways of seducing shy young men.” She mirrors his Cheshire grin, eyes locked on his as he crouches in front of their quarry.
Kid yelps when Felipe’s strong, masculine hands pull his knees up and apart. “What are you—” Celia’s arm curves around his head to cover his mouth. Kid heeds the warning and cuts himself off from further protest.
“Do not be escared,” she says in her accented English. She knows the idea of being fucked petrifies the boy, perhaps disgusts him, but she is convinced he only fears and abhors what he has never allowed himself to experience. Felipe is a skilled lover. She can attest to his prowess.
Celia grins as Kid buries his nose in her neck and deposits a series of pleading kisses against her sensitive flesh. She rewards him with encouraging sighs and light touches for several minutes before she extricates herself to stand. “Open your eyes,” she says firmly; she and Felipe are in this together.