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Part 4
The morning sun was shining through the windows, bathing the bed in her warming light. Heath had struggled free of most of the blanket. One corner lay over his hip but that was more for looking pretty than for warmth.
His master was still fast asleep and had been for the entire night. As far as Heath could tell. He had slept like a baby himself, feeling secure and cherished in his master's embrace.
But when the first rays of the rising sun had come through the windows he had been wide awake instantly. He couldn't remember ever to have stayed in bed after sunrise. The slaves at the training grounds got up with the sun and there were quite a few tasks to finish before it was time for breakfast there.
Now he lay sprawled next to his master in his master's huge bed and wasn't sure how to proceed. He should be getting up to clean away last night's dinner and have breakfast prepared for his master. After all he was supposed to provide perfect service. And he definitely wanted to provide perfect service.
But on the other hand his master had specifically ordered him back to bed the previous evening. So there was a good chance he would expect to find him there when he woke up.
It was a dilemma Heath wasn't sure how to deal with. Lessons had never quite prepared him for problems like these. But there always was a rule of thumb to apply and in this case Heath guessed it would be that the last order given was the one he should follow. So he stayed.
Soundlessly he turned onto his side, taking care not to rock the bed, not to disturb his master's sleep. Lying on his back wasn't that pleasant at the moment as his ass felt a bit sore but it was a pain that brought a huge grin to his face at the same time. He had done it. Or more precisely: it had been done. At last he had had real sex.
And it had been everything he had hoped for.
No, that wasn't doing his master justice - it had been spectacular. He could still hardly believe what heights his master's touch could take him to. And it had been utterly mind-blowing to feel so completely owned. Even with still feeling sore he was growing hard just thinking about it. Now that he had had a taste he wanted more. And more. A lot more.
He just hoped he had done all right as well. But his master definitely had seemed like he liked it. And his teachers had always said he was talented.
Hopefully talent and enthusiasm would be enough to convince his master to take him home. Even though he had been with him for less than a day he already didn't want to imagine what life would be like without him. What it would be like to be left behind.
His master seemed so kind and gentle, Heath thought, looking down at the beautiful man next to him. It just didn't make sense that he would be so cruel to simply abandon his slave.
Again Heath shifted on the bed as he was yet again growing uncomfortable. He just wasn't used to not doing anything.
This time his master reacted with a soft sigh to his movement as Heath had inadvertently moved the blanket at as. Heath hoped he hadn't woken his master but moments later his eyes opened and he blinked at Heath sleepily.
The young slave's worries that his master might be angry at being disturbed or that he had done the wrong thing in staying were quickly drowned in the loving smile that appeared on his master's lips.
"Good morning, beauty." his master whispered and then sneaked his arms around Heath again to draw him closer and kiss him.
The kiss was slow and sensual. Just enough pressure to make Heath acutely aware of his master's firm body next to him. Of the other man's scent, of the heat radiating off him, of the almost imperceptible purr of pleasure that rumbled in his master's chest.
After only a few seconds Heath couldn't help but moan in pleasure and rub against his master. The memories of his touch were simply too fresh. He blushed at his own eagerness when his master broke their kiss with a breathless chuckle. But he did not look away as the only thing he saw in his master's eyes was delight.
"Already hungry again, beauty?" his master asked, reaching down and finding the answer himself when his fingers wrapped around Heath's rock hard cock.
Heath nodded and gasped simultaneously. Somehow he managed not to thrust into his master's hand greedily. But barely so.
The glint that entered his master's eyes was the same that had been there the previous evening. This incredibly sexy mixture of care and mischievous sexual appetite that had made Heath beg and whimper. And it worked again - he found himself groaning as his body grew hot and cold in violent shudders.
"So eager..." his master growled happily, nipping Heath lower lip and starting to slowly stroke him. "I'm afraid I'm not ready for you again just yet but luckily I have a set of healthy hands..."
The meaning of his words was pretty much lost on Heath as all his senses demanded he concentrate solely on the delicious friction on his cock. He didn't resist at all when his master rolled him onto his back. He did notice that his master was leaning on one elbow next to him, his other hand tightly around Heath cock, watching him intently.
He had been taught how to put on a show, how to make himself look sexy and wanton. All those lessons seemed superfluous now as he writhed on the bed, drowning in the sensations of his master pleasuring him, controlling him, owning him body and soul. He tried not to break eye contact but his master's caresses simply felt too good to hold out for long.
One moment he was clawing at the bed, then a heat wave rushed through his body as he came, howling with pleasure.
When he came back to his senses his master was still in the same position next to him, only now he was delicately licking at his fingers, cleaning away Heath's cum. This sight sent another shudder through Heath.
"Thank you, master." he stammered.
His master smiled down at him. "You're most welcome." Then he leaned over Heath but this time he kept the kiss to a sweet peck on Heath's nose.
Then he sat up and stretched. "I think I'll go and have a morning swim," he said, "Do you think you'll be stable enough on your feet to have breakfast for both of us ready when I come back?" he asked, again having that mischievous tone of voice and sparkle to his eyes that Heath found so utterly alluring.
"I will try my very best, master." he answered solemnly and then grinned happily.
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When David waded through the surf back to the beach where he had left his towel he wondered at the fact that he had somehow managed to go from tense and frustrated to relaxed and happy in less than 24 hours. The water was lapping against his legs with a hundred warm caresses, the morning sun was pleasant, the palm trees where swaying slightly in a breeze.
A breeze that also carried the aroma of fried bacon and tomatoes, David's stomach noted with a loud rumble.
Normally he would have a pot of coffee for breakfast and eat at some point in the day when he remembered. Sometimes he would forget entirely. But then he normally didn't go for a swim first thing in the morning and of course he didn't have sex with a young man who looked like he had just stepped out of some romance novel.
That did use up some energy, he thought with a dirty grin, starting to rub himself dry.
The image of Heath writhing on the bed this morning, reacting to every tiny touch, came back to David and he sighed happily. To know that he was desired was invigorating.
And inspiring. During his swim a constant string of words had been running in his head. He needed to get to his notebook as soon as possible or his head would explode. But first breakfast. He wrapped the towel around his hips and followed the delicious smell back to his small house.
Heath was just stepping outside onto the veranda again, carrying a pot that smelled of good, strong coffee. He smiled brightly when he noticed his master and David just had to smile back. The young slave's smile was infectious.
"I hope you are hungry, master. I wasn't entirely sure what you would want for breakfast so I had a broad selection prepared." he explained, gesturing at the laden table.
It looked like there was enough food to feed a squadron. And David definitely liked it.
He took his seat but when Heath moved to kneel next to him again like he had done during dinner the previous evening he stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Please, take the other chair." He smiled when Heath looked startled and a tiny bit disappointed. "I'm famished, love, and you need a good breakfast as well. So I suggest we just gorge ourselves."
His slave nodded but that hint of disappointment still lingered and it took David only a moment to guess the rather flattering reason.
"I promise you'll get a chance to lick my fingers again soon enough," he offered with a dirty smirk.
He was rewarded with the sight of his slave blushing and looking extremely pleased at the same time.
"Thank you, master." Heath said, sitting down opposite David.
Then they both heaped their plates with the various delicacies on offer. Even though David hadn't had a proper English breakfast since he had moved out from his parent's place he found that he still liked it a lot. Maybe the rest of the world thought that baked beans, sausages and fried tomatoes shouldn't have a place on any breakfast table but he ate two helping, accompanied by fried bacon, scrambled eggs and toast.
Then he leaned back with a satisfied sigh. This is what a stuffed turkey must be feeling like, he thought, stretching out his legs and resting his coffee mug on his belly.
Heath was still eating as he was taking his time with it, enjoying every bit of food. Probably the more sensible thing to do, David thought. Healthier too. Maybe tomorrow he'd be able to restrain himself.
He watched how his pretty slave prepared another slice of toast with butter and jelly. It was really amazing that even something as simple as this looked graceful when Heath did it. Of course he had probably been trained with this for most of his life. Still to David it was a sight to behold.
Heath took a bite out of his toast and chewed happily, then licked his lips clean of a trace of jelly and David found himself contemplating what a pleasure it would be to do that himself. He made a mental note to definitely do that at some point during his vacation. And there were other parts of his slave that he would like to taste with a jelly topping, he added in his thoughts. So many delicious possibilities. He would really have to extent his stay, if he wanted to try all of them.
But right now he needed to get back to his writing.
When Heath had finished his toast he leaned back as well, his full attention returning to David. "Was everything all right?" he asked in a perfect imitation of a well trained waiter. "Is there anything else you'd like?"
"If I eat another bite, I'm afraid I will explode." David answered. "And everything was absolutely perfect." He looked at the table, feeling a bit sorry for all the food he had not eaten.
Heath eyes followed his gaze. "Should I have English breakfast for you from now on?" he asked sensibly.
David nodded. "Yes. And anything you like." He smiled at his slave warmly. "I very much enjoy your company. Even if I don't say much."
Heath smiled back. "Thank you, master." he said. "It is a pleasure to serve you." He looked like there was more he wanted to say but he just bowed in perfect meekness so David didn't press him.
Somehow he managed to heave his full stomach out of the chair and inside to the desk. With the calming sound of Heath clearing away the remains of their breakfast he turned on his notebook and let the tidal wave of words overwhelm him.
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