Never Let Me Go

Adam didn’t bother to look where they were taking him. He kept his eyes down and moved as the hands directed, pushing and pulling him until he was kneeling on a couch with an unfamiliar Mistress stretched out before him. That was all he saw before a blindfold was slipped around his eyes and his head was guided between her legs. It took a moment for him to convince his tongue to lap at the swollen clit pressing against his lips, but once he did he managed to make it mindlessly perform a sampling of the tricks it had been taught for pleasing a woman.

It wasn’t until another hand reached between his legs, gripping his cock and beginning to stroke it, that his body tensed and he started to pull away. A firm hand caught him pushed his head back down and then he felt the warm sting of a leather strap across his upturned buttocks. Adam gave a muffled moan as the strap fell again and again, sending a rush of heat through his skin and dissolving his body’s resistance. Despite himself, he began sucking and licking obediently as his hips drove his ridged cock down into the hand caressing him and then his bottom up to meet the falling strap.

Adam’s body knew what it wanted. It recognized these sensations as nothing more than a rowdy combination of those that his body willingly endured every day, but something deep inside him still cried out in protest. The teasing crack of the leather against his skin did not discipline him with Lucinda’s tender authority. The hand stroking his cock did not claim him with her fond possessiveness. The scent the filled his nose did not arouse desperate need in him and the taste on his lips was not the sweet reward he yearned for. This was just hollow imitation of the sacrifices that he freely offered to his own Mistress.

The Mistress under him suddenly dug a hand into his hair and shuddered convulsively, a long moan giving voice to her climax.

“What a good boy you are,” a low voice murmured into his ear and he heard titters of appreciative laughter from the surrounding Mistresses.

“Now you may come for us,” another voice told him.

“Spill yourself,” another commanded as the hand that had been working his cock tightened and began to stroke him in an irresistible rhythm that he knew well.

Adam tried to fight against the pull of his need but it had been so long since he had known release and the soft voices of his tormentors kept urging him to let go. Finally, he let out a sharp groan and a fleeting wave pleasure washed over him, leaving him panting and unsatisfied, his own seed dripping wetly down his chest.

Then there was a rough towel cleaning him off and hands pulling him off of his knees to sit back on the couch. Someone from behind him removed his blindfold and then slid her hands down his chest, as he opened his eyes. All of the Mistresses were gone, except for the on behind him, so he ignored her and while his eyes automatically sought out his own Mistress. He found her sitting across the room where he had left her, deeply engaged in conversation with another group of ladies, and his heart flared with an odd combination of relief and misery. He moved to get up and go to her, but the hands on his chest held him down.

“You love her, don’t you?” The Mistress lingering behind him asked.

Adam jerked his ear away from the question.

“You gave us reluctantly what you had been begging to give to her.”

"I belong to her."

"But she gave you to us."

"And I obeyed," Adam responded, roughly, "Why would I give myself fully to anyone but my Mistress?”

“See? You do love her.”

“I am her slave,” Adam replied flatly.

The Mistress made a small disapproving sound.

“A slave does not question his Mistress’ lessons, he accepts them. A lover, on the other hand, always wants to know why.”

Adam felt tears threatening to fall. He leapt off of the couch, pulling free of the restraining hands, and went to Lucinda, practically throwing himself to his knees before her. It wasn’t long before he felt her reassuring hand on his head and then his shoulder. She put a hand under his arm, lifted him up, and tried to pull him onto her lap, but even though he longed to bury his face in her lap, he did not obey. He could sense her confusion and then he felt her hand slide delicately down his chest and stop suddenly when it reached his softened cock. After a few tense seconds, she pulled back abruptly, letting him sink back down to her feet.

Adam heard Lucinda try to casually reinsert herself into the conversation but he could hear the quiver in her voice. He would have normally peppered her feet with gentle kisses until her confidence returned but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he stared at her red glossed toe nails, and remembered the blissful hour that he had spent carefully painting them, until his thoughts inevitably returned to the present.

Amidst the confusion of anger and pain that he felt, there was now a sense of shame creeping in. She had sent him to be played with but she had given no permission for him to climax and finding that his cock had spent itself had not pleased her. It seemed that it had been his body that had betrayed them both, shattering his naïve belief that he loved her so much that his body would only respond to her and taunting her with how easy disloyalty came. Perhaps that was the lesson she had meant for him to learn, that his body would always be unworthy no matter what was in his heart. Or perhaps the lover had needed to be disciplined and reminded that he was still a slave. He could only hope that she would forgive him and explain why it had been necessary, because he couldn't believe that she had given him away without a reason.

Adam spent an hour on his knees before Lucinda announced that she was tired and said her goodnights to the other Mistress. Then she rose and, calling for Adam to follow, walked fluidly out of the room. Adam rose and trailed quickly after her, up the stairs and to the bedroom they had been assigned. As soon as he closed the door behind them, the question burst out of him.

“Why?” The word fell thickly out of Adam’s mouth.

Lucinda turned around and met his gaze questioningly for a moment before she registered the stiffness of his expression and her eyes flared defensively.

“I gave you what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” He spat in shock. He had been prepared for a hard lesson in the mysterious ways of his Mistress's but not for those words.

“What more do you want from me?” Lucinda’s voice cracked and her eyes darted away from his.

“I want to know why.”

Lucinda let out a bitter laugh.

“I told you we were coming here and what was expected and you said that you would be happy to do it.”

“I never said that.”

“You said that a Mistress can do what she likes with her favorite toy and the grin on your face made it clear what your meaning was.” Lucinda's voice trembled with an emotion that he could not identify in his state of agitation.

“That’s what you thought I --?"

“Your contract clearly states that being handled by other Mistresses is --”

“I know what the contract says.”

Adam took a heavy step forward, his confusion now tinged with anger, and Lucinda backed a step away from him. She turned towards the dressing table and begin fidgeting with an earring but couldn’t manage to get it off.

“Then I don’t see the problem. I was watching, they did nothing to you that hadn’t been done before.”

As she spoke, Adam crossed the room in a few quick strides and then whipped her around by the shoulders to face him.

“This isn’t about them, this is about us.”

Lucinda pulled out of Adam’s grip and took a step back.

“There is no us.”

The words ripped painfully through Adam’s heart and he took a staggering step backwards.

“I can give you what you want, Adam. I can make all of your fantasies come true, and I will, but I cannot pretend that you love me. Don’t ask that of me.”

A shudder rippled through Adam’s body, almost as if he were merely cold, and his eyes stared blankly at the floor between them. He stood there in silence letting the realization of what she was saying wash over him.

“After all I have suffered for you, how can you not know how much I love you?” He said in a low, defeated tone.

“You don’t love me Adam, you love this.” Lucinda gestured to herself. Adam looked at her, treacherously beautiful in her soft black silk dress, her lovely round breasts heaving tantalizingly as her breath quickened, and shook his head weakly in denial.

“This is what you are paying for, not me. The Mistress, the Goddess, the Queen.”

Adam began to shake his head more vigorously and opened his mouth to object but Lucinda raised a hand to silence him.

“What happens,” she continued, now gently trying to reason with him, “when you find out that I get sick like normal people and my nose stuffs up and I get caught up in disgusting coughing fits? What happens when you find out that I have a bizarre obsession with German rock music? Or that I hate tacos for no rational reason? Or that I --”

“That you love to knit?”

Lucinda made a palm up gesture with her right hand and her face flushed red. She dropped her eyes to the floor.

Adam let his eyes wander over Lucinda as she fought tears of her own. They had been together for ten months and here they were, back in the same place that they had started. When Lucinda had tried to give him away to another Mistress, Adam had vowed to himself that he would be hers always, no matter how much pain he had to suffer. He had told himself that could be strong enough for both of them. Now he stood before her again, naked and rejected, his tender heart having finally crashed itself to bits against the sharp edges of her well-defended one. His could almost feel it laying in aching pieces on the floor between them waiting to put out of its misery. Then, Adam took a deep breath and gathered the strength for what he knew he had to do next.

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A/N: What do you want Adam to do? Please review.