"Now do you know if I can feel it?" The rising tail sound was ecstasy, and the man intensified and licked his auricle with the tip of his tongue. trembling. "Look at your reddened chest from being whipped, your ass exposed outside your apron when you wash the dishes, the way you cry while lying at my feet, and now, your trembling body..." He paused. After a while, he grabbed Xu Ye's red earlobe, and gently grinded it with the tip of his tongue and teeth, and the words drilled into his ears along every capillary: "It will make me feel."
Xu Ye let out a low gasp in his throat, with some suppressed urgency. Such ambiguous words and teasing made him unable to resist at all, he could only let the tide of love overturn, his strength seemed to be pulled away bit by bit, unconsciously leaning forward and leaning on the man, each other's heartbeat and breathing The frequencies are intertwined, closer, more intimate, and more difficult to control.
"Just talking, I'm so excited..." The man's hand on his lower waist slowly slid down, his fingers lingered at the seam of his thighs, he opened the gap and slowly pulled it out to close it, infinitely It is close to Xu Ye's secret area, but does not enter substantially. Xu Ye had nothing to do with his tricks, and could only be slowly roasted like a pot sticker. "Little slave, you are so lewd." The last two words were said against his ear, and his lips touched the pinna where the thin blood vessels could be clearly seen, causing the slave to breathe heavily. The transparent liquid seeped out from the high-spirited lower body, like a pitiful cry, Xu Ye couldn't help reaching out to touch, but was firmly restrained.
"Tell me, what do you want?" The man's fingers stopped at the entrance of his back hole and caressed, his voice full of bewitchment.
"Master, it's so uncomfortable..." Xu Ye was already emotional, and his ability to think was gone. He only looked at him sadly, twisting his body impatiently.
"This is not an accurate answer." The man's fingers circled viciously behind him.
"Hold me..." When he said this sentence with a flushed face, the whole person was familiar. The feeling of being forced to seek pleasure from others made Xu Ye unable to raise his head in embarrassment, and there was only one sentence in his chaotic head, "Please let me free..."
The man hooked his lips and smiled: "If you ask, shouldn't you be more sincere?"
Xu Ye Jing Zong closed his eyes and shouted, "Master, um... please hug me... "
"Don't worry, I need you to recall the rules." The man held his lower back and pressed him into his arms. "What do I ask you to do after cleaning?" Xu Ye raised his neck softly and looked at him blankly. It wasn't until he was slapped on the butt that his eyes became clear. "… Lubricate." He finally remembered, his face was pale, and he had been forgetting to do it after the shower.
Xu Ye was a little flustered, he found that the lust in the man's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a familiar expression that made him uneasy, half-smiley.
"Since you begged me like this, I can make your wish come true." Before he finished speaking, the fingers that stopped outside the back hole squeezed in abruptly, causing Xu Ye to scream and want to shrink forward, but was caught by the man. The body stubbornly resisted.
The claustrophobic corridor was forcibly opened by the intruding foreign object, and the dryness increased the resistance and made the discomfort worse. Xu Ye buried his head in the man's chest and panted lightly, trying to soften his lower back and force himself to adapt. And when the intruding finger was added to the second, although the man's movements were slow, the friction of the thrusting caused pain due to dryness, he whimpered and tightened the muscles of the inner thighs, almost crying: "Master... it hurts..."
"It's too early to call pain." The man said ruthlessly in a charming voice, "My size is many times thicker than this, so you can have a good understanding of what pain is."
He wants to do it without lubricant! Hearing this, Xu Ye panicked. He trembled with his hands and tried to push away the person who was suppressing him, but the man pulled out his finger and pressed it hard on the kitchen bar.
"Don't move." His attempt to resist made the man's eyes cold, and a condescending sense of oppression came immediately. "You know very well that I can do anything to you. If I want to use you, whether you are ready or not, I must separate your legs and let me use it. Since you are too lazy to do the preparatory work, I don't mind letting you use your own. Liquid to moisten. You can pray you have enough blood for me to do it a little later."
Xu Ye's face turned pale in such a fright, and even his desire disappeared. He just kept shaking his head and shrank his body. When the man forcibly pulled one of his legs apart, he grabbed the other's arm tightly with his hands, and closed his eyes and screamed.
That shrill "don't" echoed in the room, and it was a bit heart-piercing.
Time seemed to stand still, there was no sound or movement, only Xu Ye's body trembled uncontrollably. He opened his eyes cautiously and looked down at him from behind the mask.
The man didn't do anything, just looked at him quietly, the small projections formed by the dark black eyelashes made his eyes look darker. Such a suppressed posture made Xu Ye realize more deeply who is the master, and he didn't dare to move under him.
"Remember this lesson, slave, there is no next time." The man let go of his hand.
Xu Ye was stunned for a while, realizing that he was letting him go, and finally calmed down from the panic just now, lowered his head and whispered, "Yes, master..."
"How long do you want to lie down?" The man took out a wet towel and wiped his hands.
Xu Ye didn't feel the hardness and coldness of the bar table until this moment, and got up in a hurry. I was so frightened just now that I was held down so violently that my legs were numb and almost fell over.
The man grabbed his waist and supported him to stand firm. He lowered his head to examine his lower back and legs carefully, and asked, "Where does it hurt?"
"No." Xu Ye felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart, sniffled and said, "It doesn't hurt."
"Go upstairs to get dressed, the cook is coming." The man glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said.
Xu Ye went obediently.
The man's home cook is a very chatty uncle surnamed Ye, who is a little fat, with curvy eyebrows and a kind face. He didn't mention where he used to work, but Xu Ye felt that he had a faint aura about him. He was calm and calm when he cooked, very similar to those chefs in his restaurant. The ingredients are brought by the uncle, and the patterns change every meal. Starting from the selection of materials, he explained to Xu Ye the practice and key points of each dish in great detail, which also involved a lot of nutritional knowledge. As for things other than cooking, he didn't mention anything.
Xu Ye was very serious in his studies, washing and cutting vegetables in a proper manner. Now, while peeling potatoes, he asked, "Uncle Ye, how long have you been working here?"
"It's been almost two years." The uncle glanced at it and frowned, "The skin is too thick, so use a lighter hand."
"Uh." He looked up and glanced at the first floor, and asked softly, "Does Uncle Ye know what characters his full name is?" Xu Ye actually didn't know the man's name, and he didn't even tell him his surname, but it seemed like he knew all about it, but he couldn't tell which words were because of the many homophones in Chinese characters.
The chef looked up at him: "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
"...I'm so sorry." The plan didn't work, he was very disappointed, so he had to find excuses to prevaricate. The uncle squinted and smiled, making Xu Ye feel like he was being seen through, secretly thinking that this uncle is also an old fox who can't be fooled. After digging potatoes for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "The person who lived with him in this room before. ... much?"
The uncle cut the green pepper and asked, "What kind of answer do you want to get?"
Xu Ye was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head in embarrassment, grabbed three peeled potatoes and cut them, the knife rattled on the cutting board, and his back was extremely discouraged.
Dinner is still what the masked man gives him, and he is responsible for cleaning up after eating. During the whole process, the man didn't say anything other than the phrase "put another bowl". Xu Ye instinctively felt that he was angry, and the depression in his heart was overgrown like spring grass. After the shock in the afternoon, he never dared to look at the man's face, and now he is doing things silently, daring not to say a word. After he warmed a glass of milk for the man and put it on the coffee table, he didn't get the next order and stood a little helpless.
The man sitting on the sofa patted the seat next to him.
Xu Ye thought about it for a long time, but did not remember the command gesture, and looked at him blankly.
"Xu Ye, come and sit."
He was stunned. The man called his name, meaning to return his equal status. He stood for a while, with a tangled struggle on his face, and finally walked over to sit down, gritted his teeth, and asked in a muffled voice, "Don't you want me?"
The man seemed a little surprised and asked, "Why do you think so?"
"I made you angry, and you don't even want to punish me." Xu Ye lowered his head, his dark brown hair covered his eyes, looking a little depressed.
"Do you think I meant to lose you by not punishing you?" Seeing that he was really concerned about the afternoon, the man laughed, "If I want to end a relationship, it will be very straightforward, and I don't need to wait until after dinner. "
Xu Ye pursed his lips and looked at him sideways.
"As for I didn't punish you, it's because I think you've learned your lesson. Punishment is not something I'm passionate about, nor should you be obsessed with it. I punish you just to regulate your behavior and strengthen your behavior. The identity of a slave. You should remember this." The man took a sip from the white porcelain cup on the table and handed it to him: "It's not hot, drink it. You ate too little at night."
Xu Ye took the cup, and the warm milk fragrance swept across the tip of his nose with the warm breath, making his nose a little sour.
"I scared you in the afternoon, didn't I?" The man's voice was gentle, like a magnet, and easily attracted his attention.
Xu Ye nodded, then shook his head again after a while.
Seeing his stunned appearance, the man couldn't help but chuckle: "Is this frightening?"
"Master, can I move freely now?" Xu Ye asked suddenly.
"Of course. Now is an equal time for conversation, and you can tell me your thoughts and let me know how you feel."
I saw Xu Ye raised his head and drank the milk in the cup, then licked the milk froth on his lips, put down the cup, and seemed to gather up his courage, and moved closer to the man, stopped, and moved closer. Some, hesitantly said: "I think..." He looked at the other party and changed his sentence, "Can I... hold you."
Seeing him staring at him with a red face, the man smiled, his thin lips parted lightly: "No."