S(l)ave Me

XII

Before we began I'd like to straighten something out here. This book is about Master/slave relationship. That is different than a typical romantic relationship AND it's different than a Dom/sub relationship. You should understand that a slave is inferior to a Master. They enjoy whatever their aster enjoys. They delight in being told what to do. Now keep an open mind and don't judge too harshly something you don't quite understand.

Enjoy

Xoxo Jess

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Marcus' house was even bigger than Zayn's. The lead staffer welcomed them with a smile. And it even had a theatre like Zayn's place. Liam only got to see what was on the way to his bedroom because Marcus insisted he get some sleep so they could spend their whole first day together tomorrow.

Liam didn't see Zayn when he left. He went back to his office but Zayn wasn't there, and he didn't think it appropriate to enter another Master's bedroom now. But he still paused by his door on his way downstairs and imagined that Zayn was thinking about him on the other side.

"This is where you'll sleep nightly."

Zayn Liam turned back to his Master, confused. "I won't be sleeping with you?" That's what Zayn had said when he was explaining his rules on "Liam's Day".

But Marcus just laughed, "Oh no. I need rest. I'm a very busy man and if you were in my bed I wouldn't get any sleep." He said it with smirk that hinted at what he really meant.

Liam couldn't be offended and flattered at the same time could he? "That makes sense. Of course, you're a very important man."

"That I am. You can sleep in whatever you've been sleeping in for the night and I'll have Julian pick you up some clothes after we measure you."

"Mr. Malik already did. You don't need to spend the time, I'm sure Caroline still has them."

Marcus didn't seem too impressed with Liam's offer to save time. "He watched you being measured? In what state of dress?"

Marcus didn't exactly sound mad, mostly just curious, but Liam still felt the need to correct the situation. "Oh no, in full dress." He didn't mention that Zayn had seen him in various states of dress multiple times.

"Good. Honestly, I'm not fond of the fact that you spent months in that house with him. Zayn is a good man, but his lines between Master and slave often get blurred."

Liam felt this dire compulsion to defend the man that had taken him in, even though, technically, he hadn't been accused of anything. "He was a very good host. Professional." Distant. At least until the very end.

"Good to hear. I want you all to myself."

Liam smiled at the declaration of ownership. "Of course, sir. I'm yours."

Marcus simply nodded. "I'll let you sleep. Cordin, my butler, will be up in the morning to retrieve you for breakfast." Liam wished him a goodnight and then watched as his new Master left him alone in his room.

He was alone on his first night with a new Master. But this was typical. The fact that Zayn preferred to actually sleep with his slaves was abnormal in this life. Often slaves would be used until they were literally begging for sleep and then they'd be allowed to return to their room to recuperate. And that's exactly how they liked it. How Liam liked it. But he'd seen a different way of being with Zayn. A new way of living. So sue him if he was missing the closeness of a man of power. Liam let that line of thought go. This was his life now.

Marcus was his Master. He needed to settle in, because Marcus would soon be less lenient with the rules and Liam would enter into the realm of punishments. So he pulled his suit off and settled under the sheets in just a t-shirt and his pants, letting sleep take over in a bed that was red instead of blue.