Beautiful Stillness ✔️

Chapter 19: Whispers

Chapter 19: Whispers 

Ulysses could not think clearly at that moment; his mind was not working properly. Slowly, he was drowning in Lord Damond's deep kiss. He clung to his shoulder tightly as the master squeezed his waist. Why was he so nervous? They had surpassed this level before; they had done much more. But this time felt softer, more genuine.

Ulysses heard a crash, and just like that, he seemed to be awoken from a deep sleep. What was he doing? This was wrong! Damond was betrothed. They were just being drowned by the heat of the moment. They would both regret this! No, he could not get Lord Damond into trouble.

He suddenly trembled, feeling as if someone were watching them. He forced himself to turn around and pushed Lord Damond hard. But the man was much stronger and bigger; he simply yanked Ulysses back toward him and locked him in his arms so that he could not fight back.

Lord Damond held his head to deepen the kiss even more. Ulysses suddenly weakened and was about to fall, but Lord Damond pressed him against the table behind them and leaned over so he would not slip. Ulysses sighed as the master's hands began to roam over his body. He still tried to fight because he was afraid someone might be watching; he had heard that crashing sound earlier.

"M-my Lord!"

Ulysses's eyes widened when the kisses fell on his neck. He took advantage of the shift to take a deep breath. He burst into tears and clasped his hands around Damond's neck when he felt his master's hands reach inside his uniform.

"D-don't..." Ulysses opposed, but his tone did not match his words. It sounded like a growl because of the sensation they both felt.

Lord Damond stopped kissing him and stared straight at him while fondling his face. His other hand was still wrapped around Ulysses's waist for support.

"What is wrong?" he asked emotionally. "What do I have to do to be pleasing in your eyes? Please trust me. I am taking things into my own hands. You just have to wait."

Ulysses braced himself and frowned as he looked for a way out of the whiskey room without going through him. Even though he was weak, he was not shaken; this room was dangerous and he needed to get out. He knew the young master was just playing with him. He was afraid it was just a game to the lord, while for Ulysses, his life and heart were at stake.

He gasped when he realized there was no other way out. He really needed to pass Lord Damond to leave. He bent down and tried to walk slowly past him. Lord Damond frowned and pulled his arm hard. But Ulysses pulled back, indicating that he should not be played with.

"Where are you going?" Lord Damond hissed. "Come back here! Damn it!"

"N-no!" Ulysses tried to shout and snatched his arm back, but his tears only fell faster when he was pulled hard into a forced embrace.

"What is your problem?" he asked softly. "Stop moving."

All of his resentment seemed to pour out. [Everything is confusing, my lord. Please stop toying with me. I am human too.]

"Can you not trust me?"

[It is so hard, my lord.]

Ulysses stopped and finally burst into tears when he was pushed hard back against the white table and kissed with angry suppression. Lord Damond pushed him so firmly that he actually fell back when his spine hit the edge of the table. He took a deep breath and Lord Damond took advantage, inserting his tongue to deepen the kiss. The kisses were so rough that Ulysses could feel his lips beginning to swell. He burst into tears when his lip was bitten; the master sucked and bit every part of his mouth.