Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Anitra Lynn McLeod Page A

to a creature like Blessed. It could be as if someone had defecated on Tyler during sex. That would be so gross and a total turnoff. As unfair as it was that Blessed hadn’t told him what was and wasn’t permissible, that didn’t mean Tyler could reprimand him now.
    “Are you going to sell—”
    Blessed’s hand came up, and Tyler cringed back, knocking himself off balance so that he landed on the bed. He lifted his hands to cover his face. “I forgot! I’m sorry!”
    Using the newly replaced collar for leverage, Blessed grasped it and bodily lifted Tyler off the bed. He held him up with one powerful arm while Tyler tried to steady himself by dancing around on his tiptoes.
    “You will be punished for disobeying me.”
    Wisely, Tyler kept his mouth shut. Ever so slowly Blessed lowered him until his feet were flat against the floor. Rather than step away, Blessed stayed right where he was, but he did let go of the collar. His hand strayed down Tyler’s body until he stroked his nipple. Trying not to react, Tyler clenched his entire body tight, but this only heightened the sensation of Blessed’s rough finger over his nipple.
    Around and around Blessed went until the pleasure was almost painful. As soon as he sensed Tyler’s distress, he moved over to the other nipple and did the same small, focused torture. It was almost as strangely frightening as the blast of ecstasy the invisible man had given him. But this was far more terrifying in that Blessed didn’t need to use something that probed into Tyler’s brain. He was able to torture him with pleasure just by touching him.
    Slowly but surely, Tyler’s cock enlarged. How the hell he could get hard again after that prodigious climax, not to mention the one he’d performed on stage, Tyler had no clue.
    When Blessed lifted his other hand so that he could simultaneously caress both nipples, Tyler winced his eyes closed, but he didn’t cry out or attempt to move away. Instinctively, he knew if he did that, it would only give Blessed an excuse to punish him more. Just when he didn’t think he could take any more stimulation, Blessed’s hands moved down to his hips. Opening his eyes, Tyler looked at his owner right as he spun him around, facing him toward the bed.
    On the tip of Tyler’s tongue rested a dozen pleas. He didn’t let any of them free. Begging Blessed to let him go wouldn’t do anything but make him go forward. Asking him not to violate his bottom practically ensured that he would. Breathless and shaking with dread, Tyler waited to be shoved forward and ruthlessly mounted. What he felt instead was a curious slip-sliding thing from the nape of his neck near the collar, down his spine, to right where his buttocks split. He looked up at the mirror and realized that Blessed was licking his way down Tyler’s back.
    When he got to his bottom, Blessed reached up and pushed Tyler face-first into the bed. He landed sharply, exhaling a big whoosh of air. Before he could recover, his legs were yanked apart, Blessed knelt on the bed between them, and then his tongue continued down into the cleft of Tyler’s ass.
    When he reached the puckered skin of his hole, Blessed flicked the pointed tip of his tongue around and around, just like he’d done with his fingers on his nipples. In fact, as Tyler felt him make that motion on his bottom, he felt the same on his nipples. It had to be either an illusion, or some alien trick that Blessed was able to accomplish using the collar. Whatever was causing the dual sensations, it left Tyler incapacitated to do anything but lie very still. What was so strange to him was that he wasn’t sure if he was submissive because he feared Blessed or because he feared if he moved the alien would stop.
    Deeper his tongue went until he was plunging it in and out of Tyler’s ass. Each time he entered, he would then probe the tender spot against his prostate. It was so wildly strange and almost obscene, but that didn’t mean Tyler wanted