Xu Ye had no other arrangements on Sunday, and Chu Yu kept him until the afternoon. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to physically train his slave, but to give him time to adjust to a stricter code of conduct.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Chu Yu looked at the person kneeling beside him and said, "From today onwards, I want you to follow my living habits, keep in mind my likes and dislikes, and prepare what I need in advance. These Use your eyes and head to collect and organize all the information. You must pay attention to my every movement and gaze, try your best to figure out my thoughts and meet my needs." After speaking, his eyes fell on the coffee table. The glass cup, then looked at Xu Ye and said, "For example..." He started but didn't go on, glanced at the cup on the coffee table, and then looked at his slave.
Xu Ye was stunned for a moment, then immediately got up to make him a cup of green tea and put it back on the coffee table lightly. He wasn't very sure about Chu Yu's preferences. The reason why he chose green tea was because he had seen him drink it.
"Very good." Chu Yu touched his head as a reward, "As your master, I need to have your full attention. When I don't give you a clear order, your sight must also belong to Me. I am the only purpose of your existence. For you, nothing but me is meaningful."
"Yes, Master."
Xu Ye felt that he had been brainwashed. All his thoughts were on the man all morning.
His hand flicked, what is he going to take? Is it a book or an ipad
He looked out the window. Is the sun too harsh? Would you like to close the curtains
He put down the cup, is the tea cold? Or to replace it with something else
He got up, went to the bathroom or something else
Xu Ye was attentively observing every move of the master, every subtle expression, every movement of his eyes. Only him in sight, only him in head. This concentration of concentration gave him a sudden sense of relief. It was as if all other emotions and thoughts had disappeared, leaving only the man in front of him in the whole world.
The time in Hanguan seems to go by very fast. Unconsciously at noon, Xu Ye took the dishes from Uncle Ye's hand and was about to wash them when Chu Yu stopped him: "Today you are watching, don't do anything."
He remembered the injury on the back of his hand, and his face was a little red. Putting the dish down, he responded softly, "…Yes, sir."
Seeing Chu Yu going upstairs, Chef Ye asked, "How did you get it so hot?"
"I spilled the milk while preparing breakfast."
"Did you take medicine?"
"Hmm." He nodded.
"It is the most taboo to be rash in the kitchen. Even if the time is in a hurry, you have to follow the steps, otherwise it is easy to be in danger." Uncle Ye rarely taught him a few words.
"Understood." He felt melancholy in his heart, and now only the back of his hand hurts, and he might be whipped after a while, and his whole body hurts...
He was still standing on his knees while eating, and he would eat whatever Chu Yu gave him. Xu Ye was burying his head in cooking when he heard the sound of chopsticks tapping on the table and raised his head.
Chu Yu looked at him lightly and said, "Count out thirty grains of rice in each mouthful, chew it twenty times and then swallow it."
This is because he ate too fast.
Xu Ye grimaced, and resignedly lowered his head to count the grains of rice. After finally finishing the meal, Chu Yu didn't ask him to clean up the tableware, but took him for a walk for a while.
The so-called holding does not mean holding hands, but holding in the true sense.
Xu Ye's slender and fair neck was covered with a soft leather collar, and a small golden bell hung on the front. The traction rope is bright red, very eye-catching, about one meter five long. The end of the rope was a hand-held leather ring, which was grabbed by Chu Yu.
"Don't like this?" the man asked.
"... I'm not used to it, Master." Xu Ye's voice was muffled.
Chu Yu chuckled lightly. Although his slave answered politely, the tense body reaction when he was collared couldn't deceive anyone. He didn't like the collar.
"You need to get used to it as soon as possible." The man looked at the naked body with only the collar in front of him, and there was an upward joy in his voice, "Because I like it."
Xu Ye moved his neck helplessly, and the bell made a crisp sound. Although the collar is soft, the slightly tightened buckle still makes him uncomfortable. This kind of prohibition deliberately set by the master made him experience enslavement, control and possession more deeply, and also reminded him to obey and surrender.
"First of all, let's talk about the rules." Chu Yu asked his slave to kneel by his side, "Slave, when I use the leash on you, you must enter the state of accompanying you and keep within a distance of one meter five behind me. , don't pass me, don't go side by side, and don't block my turn. When I ask you to stop, you have to stand on your knees and bite the leash until I get back to you, understand?"
Xu Ye hesitated for a while, then replied, "Understood, Master."
For an hour in the afternoon, he was led by a man from the study to the bedroom, from the first floor to the third floor. The distance of one meter five is not too long. When Chu Yu made a move, he had to react quickly, otherwise the traction rope would be pulled tight. Xu Ye didn't like this training, so he was a little absent-minded. When Chu Yu suddenly stopped on the stairs, Xu Ye finally hit his back.
"Master, I'm sorry..." He apologized hastily, his face a little embarrassed.
The man's dark eyes stared at him quietly for a moment, until Xu Ye's heart shuddered, and then he hooked his lips and smiled: "It's okay, you can get used to it slowly, if you can't learn it twice, if you can't learn it twice, if you can't learn it in an hour, it will take two hours. After that, he added, "Slave, this collar can be locked. If you have been uncomfortable, I will consider letting you carry it all the time, including when you go to work."
Xu Ye's face turned pale, and he cried out, "Master..."
"I've always been very patient, little slave." Chu Yu shook the rope in his hand with a half-smile and led him downstairs.
For the next hour, Xu Ye's thoughts were highly concentrated on the people in front of him. Except for blocking Chu Yu's way to turn around, he made almost no mistakes.
The man sat on the large chaise longue by the window, undid his collar, and asked, "Are you thirsty?"
Xu Ye raised his face, shook his head and asked, "Master, do you want tea, or something else?" He noticed that his master hadn't drank much water in two hours.
The man got up and poured a glass of orange juice from the refrigerator, handed it to him, and patted the seat next to him with a smile: "Sit here, Xu Ye."
Chu Yu opened his mouth to call his name to give him equal time for dialogue.
Xu Ye sat down beside him with the cup in both hands, and asked hesitantly, "How do you know I like this?"
The man smiled: "I know you better than you think."
Xu Ye drank half of it and wanted to put it on the side, but Chu Yu grabbed his wrist, moved straight to him, took a sip from the same cup, and said, "It's a little sweet."
He was looking at himself when he spoke, Xu Ye's eyes were completely sucked in by those abyss-like eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and his ears were hot. He lowered his head in a frenzy, then raised his eyes cautiously, his eyes wandering: "Can you... um... hold me like last time?"
Before he finished speaking, the man grabbed his arm and pulled it into his arms. Xu Ye buried his head in his chest and rubbed it gently, like a small animal warming up.
"Aren't you going to tell me what's on your mind?" Chu Yu said.
Xu Ye was silent for a while before asking, "If I ask a question that offends you, can you not get angry?"
"it is good."
"You allowed me to come back because you..." He thought about his words, "you have a little feeling for me, or are you just trying to catch me who ran away?"
Xu Ye always had a lump in his heart. He wasn't sure whether Chu Yu chased him back because he wanted to continue the master-slave relationship, or just to get back the face he had lost. After all, there were a bunch of subs who wanted the Count to be the master, and Xu Ye was just a novice who didn't even follow the rules, and there was nothing special about him.
Chu Yu looked at him for a while and asked, "Are you drinking orange juice to quench your thirst, or to put it in your stomach?"
Xu Ye was choked up by this rhetorical question. He didn't know how to refute for a while. He was thinking about it with a frown, but his chin was hooked up. Then there was Chu Yu's enlarged face.
He froze completely when his lips felt a soft touch.
It was a kiss.
"Good, close your eyes." Chu Yu separated a little, said a word, and then leaned down again.
It was gentle at first, touching and grinding between lips and teeth. When Xu Ye responded, everything seemed to be on fire. Chu Yu's hand hooked his neck, forcing him to raise his jaw, revealing his beautiful collarbone more clearly. And that aggressive kiss held the dominance between the two with an irresistible force. Xu Ye was suppressed by him, allowing him to attack the city and plunder the ground, invading every place in his mouth. When Chu Yu's other hand touched the protrusion on his chest, Xu Ye shuddered and let out a short, cat-like moan.
The breaths are intertwined in one place, and it is difficult to distinguish each other. The sweet smell of orange juice between his lips and teeth drifted away. When the man let go of Xu Ye, he had already lost his strength and leaned softly into that warm embrace, his face and even his body turning pink. Xu Ye curled up, trying in vain to block the reaction of his lower body.
Chu Yu looked at him with a smile: "Now what do you think, why did I allow you to come back to me?"