Beautiful Stillness ✔️

Chapter 09: Long Night (Mature)

Chapter 09: Long Night (Mature)

"Suck me."

Lord Damond's voice echoed in his mind. Ulysses couldn't even grasp properly what he just said. Normally, his master would simply take what he wanted; why was he asking now? Ulysses was nervous; he had never done such a thing for anyone before. He didn't know how to do it, and he was afraid he might disappoint his young master.

[Pardon, young master?]

Even signing was difficult for him now. Ulysses was trembling, feeling so small beneath Lord Damond's intense stare. If looks could kill, he would have been a cadaver the moment he entered the room. He flinched when Lord Damond moved; even a slight shift from his master made him paranoid, yet a part of him hummed with a desperate need to please.

Lord Damond inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply, sounding annoyed by the hesitation. "You're just mute, you're not deaf. And most importantly, you're not stupid. I know you understand me."

Ulysses' eyes welled with tears. It hurt; every little compliment from this man made his heart flutter, and every foul word made it sink. But beneath the pain was a growing, heavy heat.

[I'm sorry, young master...]

Lord Damond growled, "Just get to it."

Without further ado, Ulysses got onto his knees. He crawled forward like a loyal servant, but his heart was racing with a secret, frantic excitement. He reached out to unbuckle his Lord's pants, but his master stopped his hands, gesturing for him to use only his mouth. Ulysses weakly obeyed, his eyes filling with soft tears as he used his teeth to tug at the zipper. He lowered the fabric slowly, his breath hitching as he exposed his master.

Ulysses' tears fell when Lord Damond's cock sprang free, the sheer size of it making his heart hammer against his ribs. The young master was already rock-hard, his bulge huge and commanding. In a display of dominance, Damond let the heavy length slap against Ulysses' cheek. The poor servant felt his face burn; the sting was sharp, but the thrill that followed penetrated his very nerves. He held his cheek in embarrassment, looking up with a submissive, wide-eyed gaze.

Lord Damond scoffed, watching him intently. Ulysses swallowed hard, his heart thumping at the way those eyes traced his features. He drew closer, focused entirely on the dancing, expectant length in front of him.

'Oh god,' he thought. He felt like he might succumb to the heat before the night even truly began.

Soon, the sound of slurps filled the room. Ulysses had just started, but his jaw already ached. His young master's size was no joke; he was so large that Ulysses could only take the tip at first. He worried his mouth might lock, but as he noticed the pre-cum oozing from the crown, his instincts took over. He had no experience, but as he tasted the salt and heat, his tongue moved automatically to play. He tried to go deeper, but the sheer length made him fear he'd lose his breath.

"What? Keep your mouth moving." Lord Damond's voice gave him immediate chills. Ulysses realized he had paused in awe; he immediately returned to the task, but his master groaned in annoyance. "Make your tongue useful, baby boy."

Ulysses obeyed. He tried his best to swirl his tongue against the twitching head inside his hot mouth. He was getting weary, yet he was desperate to hear a moan of true pleasure.

"You're bad at this. Let me teach you." Lord Damond stopped him gently.

[Y-young master?] Ulysses stared up at him, breathless.

Lord Damond smirked, the look making Ulysses' stomach flip. "Hush, open your mouth."

Ulysses did as he was told, eager to learn. He took his master back into his mouth, but gasped when Damond placed a hand on his head and guided him deeper. He nearly choked, the depth of it hitting the back of his throat. He couldn't breathe, his senses overwhelmed by the musky scent and the power of the man above him.

"Ugh... Do it like this, Ulysses. First, breathe through your nose," his master ordered. Ulysses obeyed, drawing air in slowly as he was pushed down again, gagging slightly but leaning into the sensation. "Lick it like a popsicle. Tease the tip, then suck. Don't hit it with your teeth." Ulysses followed every command perfectly. "That's right. Now, open your throat, baby. Let it hit the back."

'Mggg!' Ulysses gagged as the thrust went full and deep. Tears ran down his face, but he didn't pull away. He wanted this; he wanted to be filled.

"Ahh... You're a fast learner. Fuck, servant... you're doing so good! Keep it up. Now move, slow at first, then faster." The Lord moaned, his hands now guiding Ulysses' head in a rhythmic, brutal pace. "Ahh, that's fucking right."

The pace accelerated. Ulysses was covered in tears and sweat, his lungs burning, but the euphoria radiating from Damond kept him going. He felt the master nearing the edge and worked his tongue harder.

"Ahh, yes baby, so good..." Damond moaned, his voice filling the room. "Ulysses..."

He called his name over and over as his body tensed. Ulysses stayed beneath him, swallowing his pride and his breath to take every inch. With one last, powerful surge, Damond came, filling Ulysses' mouth completely. Ulysses didn't hesitate; he swallowed the thick, hot gift without a second thought.

Lord Damond withdrew, looking startled. "Wait—stop!" He tried to pull away, but it was too late. "Why? Why did you swallow it? Spit it out!"

"Mmm..." Ulysses caught his breath, staring at his master with a soft, genuine smile before signing: [Everything that comes from my young master is good.]

Lord Damond bit his lower lip, his self-control fraying at the seams. Looking at that freckled face, those twinkling, devoted eyes, drove him over the edge. The "demon" of his desire broke free. He pounced, throwing his willing servant onto the bed with a heavy thud.

"Oh fuck, you're gonna..." He growled into Ulysses' ear, his hands moving like lightning to strip the servant of every last garment. Once Ulysses was bare and exposed, Damond didn't wait. He pressed two fingers deep into his servant's tight, welcoming heat.

Oh shit, this was going to be a long night.