The Master [MxMxM+]

07

Linder adjusted his glasses nervously first, then pursed his lips. This was strange. Even for him, sitting between the thighs of a man you met a little over forty eight hours ago...in his bed. That was a first.

     He was being embraced from the behind as he sat between the Master's legs who acted like his human head board.

     He wouldn't deny that it felt good to lean into him, to get physical comfort from someone. But if he was frankly speaking, he was scared.

"Linder... is a pretty name. Never heard it before."

He felt the vibrations from the Master's chest when he spoke. The heat slowly spread through his body.

"Thank you Sir," Linder said as if it came automatically to him.

"Say that again," the Master replied.

Linder wasn't sure why he'd said it. But he was so easily compelled to do it again. It would do nothing to calm his nerves down, obviously, but he felt the need to please.

"Thank you." His voice went lower all on its own. Linder cleared his throat. "Thank you, sir."

Linder flinched when rigid as strong hands latched onto his shoulders suddenly. He couldn't keep being so jumpy, he needed to react better.

"You are too nervous, so many tension knots on these shoulders." He felt fingers begin to move right after his right shoulder was kissed. "Tell me, why'd you sign those papers?"

"Because it is the easiest way to ever make four million dollars." His response earned a chuckle from the Master and Linder was ready to offer himself up for him. It had to be some sort of first time nervousness, because men like this were attractive, but he didn't like the type. Not one bit.

He let out a relaxed sigh when he felt the Master massaging his delicate shoulders. The Master's fingers seeming more skillful than he first thought.

"Oh-h yea-" Linder clamped a hand against his mouth so fast, ashamed of his behavior and of the words and sounds falling off his mouth.

"S-stop... please s-si–"

"You're sexy," The Master said instead. "Your lean frame, your glasses and the curve of your ass," he said while groping it and leaning in. "It's all so sexy." Linder found the way he whispered into his ear so hot that he was writhing and breathing heavily.

"D-don't," he ground out in the mess that he was. "Stop."

He felt the Master's hot breath against his neck, at the part where it connected to his shoulder. He shrunk back at the way it tickled.

"I hear two words, 'don't stop'," the Master said. Really smug because he was clearly aware of all the distortion he was causing.

"Oh yeah... yes please."

At some point while the Master let his hands roam his body and nothing else made sense, Linder found two brain cells in his head to read the situation and then he realized what he was saying. "No! I meant no." He was horrified.

The Master laughed. Setting his teeth on his shoulder, leaving the littlest of kisses. Linder shivered.

"No?"