It was the first time Damen had ever been spoken to in such a fashion. His pride flared, and anger for the way Laurent was taking out his fit of temper on their innocent slaves boiled hot and stormy.
He did not sit. Laurent's violent pacing kept his focus. At the sweeping gesture, he moved instinctively in the path of the flying ornaments lest they hurtle at Erasmus or Isander. "Remember yourself," Damen said with steel in his voice. They were not alone; Laurent had chosen to bring these boys into the web of their discord, and the submissive slaves were ill-prepared to deal with such abuse.
The sudden snap back to abject kindness, to opportunities afforded to only the most beloved and dutiful of slaves, left him in a state of shock. He took a careful seat. His eyes never left Laurent.
Isander looked terrified, and the shock on his face was understandable to Damen. When had anyone ever heard of a bed slave being treated this way? The poor youth stammered for an answer. "E-exalted, this slave lives for your wishes. All is clear." He did not look as though a single bit of it was clear.
Damen thought carefully. Laurent had forced his hand, going about it this way. He nodded at Erasmus. "You will be given the same choices, of course. Whatever you wish for most, the resources of the Crown will make possible." His voice softened as he added, "If it is possible." He knew how extensively these hand-chosen slaves were groomed for one master. Erasmus would have been trained in the specific art of pleasuring Damianos. If that was what his heart desired most...Damen knew that was going to be a problem.
Erasmus made a similar reply, flushing beautifully, lashes sweeping over his silk-smooth cheeks as he expressed his gratitude and wish for service. Damen wondered what the two of them were thinking, how long it had been since they had dreamt of anything but their future master's pleasure.
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He did not sit. Laurent's violent pacing kept his focus. At the sweeping gesture, he moved instinctively in the path of the flying ornaments lest they hurtle at Erasmus or Isander. "Remember yourself," Damen said with steel in his voice. They were not alone; Laurent had chosen to bring these boys into the web of their discord, and the submissive slaves were ill-prepared to deal with such abuse.
The sudden snap back to abject kindness, to opportunities afforded to only the most beloved and dutiful of slaves, left him in a state of shock. He took a careful seat. His eyes never left Laurent.
Isander looked terrified, and the shock on his face was understandable to Damen. When had anyone ever heard of a bed slave being treated this way? The poor youth stammered for an answer. "E-exalted, this slave lives for your wishes. All is clear." He did not look as though a single bit of it was clear.
Damen thought carefully. Laurent had forced his hand, going about it this way. He nodded at Erasmus. "You will be given the same choices, of course. Whatever you wish for most, the resources of the Crown will make possible." His voice softened as he added, "If it is possible." He knew how extensively these hand-chosen slaves were groomed for one master. Erasmus would have been trained in the specific art of pleasuring Damianos. If that was what his heart desired most...Damen knew that was going to be a problem.
Erasmus made a similar reply, flushing beautifully, lashes sweeping over his silk-smooth cheeks as he expressed his gratitude and wish for service. Damen wondered what the two of them were thinking, how long it had been since they had dreamt of anything but their future master's pleasure.