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

the motion to end. Being tongue fucked felt just as good as rubbing up on one another had.
    As he continued his wicked work, Blessed’s breathing rate increased, and it became ever more clear to Tyler that he was enjoying what he did. No creature could fake those low growls of enjoyment. Right as Tyler was going to release another fantastic climax, Blessed rolled him over, plunged his finger inside him, and then sucked his cock into his mouth. The simultaneous stimulation pushed Tyler right over the edge into total oblivion.
    Tyler came so hard that he was breathless and weak once the shakes left him. Dazed, he opened his eyes and looked down. Blessed released Tyler’s prick from between his lips. When their eyes met, Tyler felt that curious connection again, but it was gone when Blessed blinked and turned away. Was it self-defense that caused Blessed to look away? Tyler wasn’t certain, but he felt that Blessed was feeling the same thing he was. There was a connection between them. As strange as it was for that to happen so soon and to creatures who were very different, it was nonetheless there.
    Blessed rose from the bed and turned his back on Tyler. He stood still, but every muscle that Tyler could see was taut. Was he angry? For all Tyler knew he was furious that he found his new slave so interesting. As a warrior, maybe Blessed relied on his aloof nature to remain dispassionate. Tyler didn’t know a lot about human psychology, but he thought that soldiers had to be conditioned against falling victim to their own humanity. It simply wouldn’t do to have a soldier questioning the morality of killing while he was in the middle of a battle. Extrapolating from that, even though Blessed wasn’t human, he was probably taught not to give a crap about anything, especially not the feelings of others. Sharing led to caring, which could lead to love. Or maybe he was just fooling himself.
    Tyler wanted to ask him what was wrong, and what he could do to fix whatever it was that he’d done, but Blessed had made it clear he didn’t want him talking. Although, to be fair, getting punished like that pretty much ensured that Tyler would defy him more. Maybe that was the purpose. Defiance turned to willing submission in the face of exquisite pleasure. With enough conditioning, Tyler wouldn’t even have to defy him openly anymore. Eventually, whenever he saw Blessed, he would gladly get on his knees for punishment.
    After what seemed forever, Blessed moved, but not the direction Tyler thought he would. Rather than turning toward him so they could talk about what the hell was going on, Blessed marched over and grabbed the leash off the floor. He spun and faced Tyler, gently moving the slinky coil of metal links from one hand to the other, almost as if he were debating what to do with it.
    “Come here.”
    Tyler thought he might beat him with the length of metal rope, but he decided it wasn’t likely given how this culture chose to dole out discipline. Swallowing down his trepidation, Tyler moved over until he was standing in front of Blessed. He looked up, but Blessed would not meet his gaze. Instead, he focused his attention on his collar while he reattached the leash.
    Terrified that Blessed was going to return him now that he’d used him as thoroughly as a tissue, Tyler swallowed his pride. He wasn’t going to grovel and beg to stay with Blessed. If he didn’t want Tyler, then Tyler didn’t want him, either. Besides, even if he got down on his knees begging and crying, it wouldn’t do any good. Men like Blessed were hardened when it came to the cries of alien species. Just looking at the tattoo on his face reminded Tyler that Blessed had stomped his way across the surface of five planets.
    When Blessed reached out, Tyler prepared himself for anything, but not his gentle stroke down and across his belly and chest. When Tyler looked, he realized Blessed was tracing over the light blue stain his release had made on Tyler’s