Slave First

Chapter 7: Meeting the Parents

Codey's POV

"Let's go see your parents." Yes, I heard master Annakin clearly. And he's smiling. The type of smile I hadn't seen on him for a very long time. Always looking up to him in fondness and admiration. Initially I only looked up because he'd always been a giant. But I grew to be attached to him and admire him. He was protective of his brothers. He still is. It took him time to warm up to me. But he had always maintained master-slave boundaries taught to him by master Danna. Yet, last night, it did not feel like a punishment, or training, or a reward. It was different from anything I've ever felt.

When master Rey came crashing into my dungeon early yesterday morning to tell me master Annakin has summoned me, I did not expect what happened. I didn't expect to ever see his magnificent holy figure in its naked glory. This perfect demigod that is beyond my reach. This angel, fucked me all damn day. From morning to midnight and only taking short breaks when I'm about to pass out. At one point in the evening I did pass out and he kept fucking me. I though I was gonna die on his dick!! Oh my goodness that dick of his is a pussy and ass destroyer. I don't know how he managed to shove that whole thing up my ass but he did, and once I got used to the pain the way he moved felt really good. He's the only one I will ever allow to fuck my ass. It hurts like hell but he knows how to make it feel good.

He knows how to fuck me silly and make passionate love with me. He gave me pain and pleasure. Both in sufficient amounts. I think he knew what I needed. Even if he didn't know, I'm still thankful he did it all anyway. I've never felt so satisfied and calm in my heart with the right amount of pain on my body. I think I should communicate all this. But carefully.

"Uhm, master Annakin, is it possible for me to speak freely today as we are alone, even with the collar on?" I finally say. "I told you yesterday to speak openly with me when we are alone. So speak. Don't make me repeat myself again or I'll shove my dick in your mouth and drive slowly to the cemetery." I can't tell if he ever jokes, because he hardly ever jokes. Even what may seem funny or ridiculous, he will wait until I do as he says. There's no way I could ever say, 'you're kidding, right?', no I couldn't say that ever to him. He's my master! What slave would dare to say that? A suicidal one maybe.

"I'm sorry master, I was just making sure. Master, uhm, about what I asked you last night, why did you call me love? I tried to find a logical reason and I could not come to a solid conclusion, please tell me of you don't mind?" I finally ask. One of the things nagging at my heart. And unintentionally hold me breath as I look at him and wait for any reaction or response.

"That's what I felt like calling you. Do you hate it? I'll stop it if-"

"No no no, I mean, no master, I actually liked it. It's just, I'm just a slave. A dark slave worse. I'm worse than nobody and you master are, you're way beyond the reach of a slave. You have to keep that name for someone worth your status master. Someone that I will be calling mistress. That name cannot be for me." It hurts to even say it, but it's the truth. I don't want to have complicated relationships and feelings towards my masters. He doesn't say anything further, just continues driving.

Then I ask, "master, I have two separate questions. Why did you fuck me? And why did you fuck me like that?"

"Bitch you're not making any sense now, ask me clearly."

"In the past you refused me. Why did you summon me to fuck me? And my second question, I meant, why did you... fuck me so good and took care of my wounds after? Do you do it like this with your partners?" Somehow I feel like I'm coming off as jealous and needy. If he makes any comments about it I'm dropping the conversation. His face remains unchanged except for his eyes becoming narrow. I'm not sure what he's thinking right now.