Enslaved

Chapter Nineteen

Author's Notes:

*Writer and beta flop into chairs with a cigarette (we don't smoke) and a stiff drink, eyes glazed over, brains numb, fingers stiff and sore.*

Phew! I'm so glad that part is over...it was tough going this week!

We, E and myself, want to thank you for your patience with the lateness of the chapters recently. They've been very involved, in both planning and writing. This 'night' was always going to be the pinnacle of the story so we wanted it to be right and worth it. I hope we've achieved that even while keeping up with our real lives. 

@twelvebubbles this one is for you for your comments on last week's chapter...hope this one satisfies 😉

It's a strange and mixed-up world we're in at the moment, so please take care of yourselves and those around you.

E & J💕💕💕

Final Day/Night

Playroom

Nikki's Reward Cont.

"Alright," Thomas said, standing upright, leaving Nikki kneeling at his feet. "Now that our meal is prepped, we can move on to the cooking process." He snorted in amusement at his own joke, ruffling Nikki's hair.

Thomas gave Nikki's head a little push before stepping away to stand beside the bench that loomed ominously to one side of the room. Thomas stood at the end closest to the mirrors and cocked his hip against it. "Come to Daddy, boy," he purred, curling his finger toward Nikki.

The older man had turned his head toward Thomas, his eyes flicked hungrily over him before sliding over to the bench. Thomas noticed the twitch of a smirk pull at his boy's lips before he moved to his hands and knees.

There was still a good amount of willfulness in his submissive's movements as he made his way across the floor; his hips and shoulder blades popping and rolling with each cat-like tread, the collar and chain only adding to the illusion. Thomas allowed himself a smirk of his own, careful not to show the recognition on his face. His boy would not be so cocky by the end of the night.

Nikki planted himself at Thomas' feet, head bowed, but the clench of his biceps belied his relaxed exterior. Thomas waited a long moment, drawing out the anticipation before he reached for Nikki's face, cupping his cheek in a loving caress, scratching lightly behind Nikki's ear...moments before pinching his lobe hard between his fingers.

Thomas bent toward his submissive and whispered in his ear, "I see you, Master." Thomas felt rather than heard Nikki's gasp before it morphed into a soft snarl. "But this will be the only time I acknowledge you this evening. Let go and give yourself over to absolute pleasure. I will have my submissive...and soon."

He took the older man's head in both hands and ground his crotch into Nikki's face to make his point before turning away, barking, "Get up, boy."

Nikki shifted to his haunches, the chain down his spine chinking softly as gravity pulled it down to the top of the silver shank that protruded between his buttock cheeks. Shimmying his way onto the bench, Nikki settled himself comfortably, eyeing off the room warily in the mirror now that he was elevated somewhat.

Knowing Nikki's routine and waiting until the fidgeting and twitching had eased, Thomas circled around the bench slowly. When he deemed his submissive to be where he needed to be, shoulders more relaxed and his breathing steady, Thomas stopped in front of Nikki. "You are here of your own free will?"

"Yes, Daddy," Nikki answered.

"Then give me your colour, boy, so that we can continue," Thomas said, placing his finger under Nikki's chin and lifting it to look into his eyes. Thomas wouldn't normally ask but his lover seemed unsettled. He assumed it was having the others in the room that Nikki was picking up on, with anticipation and excitement being added to the mix.