At Your Service (Masters #0.5) Read Online Alessandra Hazard

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
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There were footsteps behind him.

Then there was the sound of a zipper being undone.

Troy caught his bottom lip between his teeth.

Firm fingers gripped his hip.

Troy closed his eyes as a blunt, thick object pressed against his slicked opening. A cock. In one slow thrust, the man was inside him. Fully inside him. And then he went still, letting him adjust.

Troy breathed. In and out.

Fucking hell. He’d had dildos in him of course—all pleasure servants did during their training. But either he’d forgotten what they had felt like or Master Andreas’s cock was a lot bigger than the dildos.

He had a cock inside of him. Another man’s cock.

All right. It was fine. He just needed to dissociate himself and treat it like the minor inconvenience it was. It wasn’t a big deal. It was just a physical act. Like arm wrestling. Really, what was the difference between between a cock moving inside an asshole and some arm wrestling? Very little. It didn’t mean anything—

Troy’s eyes widened when Master Andreas started moving.

Shit. Okay, it was a little different from arm-wrestling. It was— It was a cock moving in his asshole. Thrusting. Fucking him. It didn’t hurt. Some minor discomfort that he’d felt at the beginning was now gone. The wet sounds were kind of mortifying, even though rationally Troy knew it was the natural lubricant exuded by Master Andreas’s cock. It still sounded as if he were wet. Like a throwback, a Calluvian male whose genes were more like their primitive ancestors. Or a woman.

“You’re getting aroused,” Master Andreas noted, moving in him methodically.

“What?” Troy half-laughed, because it was ridiculous—

Except he was getting aroused. For no damn reason.

“It’s a natural reaction to stimulus,” Master Andreas said. He didn’t even sound out of breath, the bastard. “Your anal canal is an erogenous zone. The nerve endings inside it are wired to give pleasure if properly stimulated.”

“Can we please not talk about this?” Troy ground out, his face hot. “Just get on with it.”

“Mind your tone,” Master Andreas said, somehow sounding unimpressed despite his cock buried in Troy’s asshole.

“Just get on with it, Master.”

He had half-expected to be punished for his insolence, but he could feel something like amusement emanating from the man behind him.

“Very well,” Master Andreas said, gripping his hip harder. His thrusts became faster, deeper, his cock drilling into him.

Troy panted, his eyes wide as he stared unseeingly at the fireplace. Soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin was the only sound in the room. The cock in him seemed to become harder with every minute, eliciting a strange sensation of dissatisfaction every time it pulled out. Fuck, it felt… It felt…

Oh gods.

Troy felt betrayed by his own body. He wasn’t into being fucked at all; he liked fucking, dammit. He didn’t like being fucked by strange men. And yet here he was, barely holding back disappointed whines every time the cock pulled out of him. It was bizarre—he’d never even liked assplay much when he was fucked by a dildo during his training. But it seemed a real cock attached to a man who knew what he was doing made all the difference.

It suddenly occurred to Troy that Master Andreas’s absorber talent probably helped him sense what was enjoyable for Troy. Well, that was just cheating.

“You don’t have to make it good for me,” Troy grumbled.

“You want to suffer through this?”

“Well, no—ah—but I don’t need to enjoy this—ah—to get paid for it.”

Master Andreas spread his asscheeks with his fingers and pulled his cock out, leaving only the head inside.

Troy swallowed a noise of protest. Fuck, why did he feel so empty? He’d been fine without a cock in him all his life.

“I’m not doing it for your sake,” the Master said, teasing Troy’s slick entrance with his cockhead. “I’m an absorber. The more enjoyable the act is for you, the more enjoyable it is for me and the less time it will take me to come. It’s more efficient that way.”

Efficient. All right, that made sense.

“Fine,” Troy said, trying to keep his hips still and not push back onto the cock. He had his pride, dammit. Just because his employer was forcing him to enjoy this physically, it didn’t mean he was suddenly a cock slut. This was just a job.

“So stubborn,” Master Andreas murmured, and finally pushed back into him.

A moan left Troy’s lips before he could stop it. Fuck, how did this feel so good?

The man finally started fucking him for real, his rhythm increasing, faster and faster, the wet sound of the cock moving inside a hole unmistakable. Troy had never been more embarrassed and more turned on in his life.

“Touch your cock,” the Master commanded, his voice slightly breathless but otherwise perfectly in control.

Troy did as he was told, stroking it hard and fast in time with the man’s thrusts. Oh fuck, there. Fuck, so good. Ah—


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