Fate - 1
Florian pressed his head back into the pillow and bit his lip hard. The pain barely registered.
A mere 48 hours after being sold to Ray Balzac Courland, Florian was learning the reality of his new life. Surrounded. Filled. Consumed.
Florian wondered if there would be anything left of him. He wondered if he cared.
Somehow he'd known that this would be his fate. That the jewel his family had been charged with safeguarding would demand such a sacrifice. It brought physical illness to claim his father. It brought mental illness to claim his mother. And it brought this... this maddening mix of pain and pleasure to destroy him.
From the moment Ray looked into his eyes Florian knew he'd belong to that dangerous man. The knowledge thrilled and terrified him. To be possessed, claimed, owned. Perhaps he danced closer to the edge of sanity than he realized.
Two days he waited, knowing his master was near. Knowing his fate was at hand.
He was sick with fear. He was sick with desire.
He knew he'd have to push Ray, make him angry enough to loosen his control. It was a dangerous game Florian would have to play. Possibly a deadly one. Florian didn't care. The jewel had already placed this fate before him. It made no promises on how long it would take that fate to play out.
Pushing was easier than he thought it would be. A few well chosen words spoken with casual arrogance. A small act of disrespect.
Seconds later Florian was laid out, Ray's weight pressing him down, dominating him. Florian's heart beat faster in excitement but he played at struggling, one last act of defiance before he surrendered completely.
Despite everything, Ray managed to control himself enough not to tear Florian apart. Most of the blond's tears were gratitude, although he dared not admit that to his master.
A tiny spark of hope flared deep inside him. Hope that one day he would be free of the jewel's curse. Hope that one day his master would free his ice-bound heart.
Until that day he would do his duty and protect the jewel, even at the cost of his soul.
"Tell me where the jewel is," Ray growled, pressing deeper, demanding submission.
Florian looked into Ray's eyes, closed his mouth tightly and opened his legs.