He was wrong.
His eyes flew open when Andreas’s mind slipped inside his. There were no words to describe this feeling. He whimpered as he felt Andreas delving deeper and deeper, rubbing against his very core, amplifying the pleasure he felt. He could suddenly see himself through Andreas’s eyes: his face flushed, his red lips open in a silent moan, his eyes glazed over, his hips moving back to meet Andreas’s thrusts, greedily impaling himself on his cock. He looked obscene. He looked like something from porn. He could also feel how good it felt to fuck into his tight, slick hole, how drunk he felt on the sight of Troy falling apart on his cock, under his touch, under him—beautiful—such a beautiful boy.
Troy glared at him weakly, wishing he felt offended. “Not a boy,” he managed, before pulling Andreas down and dragging him into a greedy kiss. Fuck, he wanted to consume him, to have him inside him in every possible way. The deeper he had him, the more insatiable he felt.
It was honestly starting to freak him out.
Even when he came, he still wanted more, despite the best, most intense orgasm of his life.
“Stay in me,” he demanded, panting, his legs wrapped tightly around Andreas’s hips and his telepathic core pulsing with contentment.
Andreas stayed.
Chapter Five
“Stop glancing at your watch! Come on, what’s wrong with you?”
Troy dragged his gaze away from his watch and gave Yulia a wan smile. “I’m fine,” he said, forcing himself to look engaged and interested in whatever his friends were discussing.
It was his day off. He really needed to break himself of the habit of watching the time. Andreas had said he wouldn’t need him today.
But instead of reassuring him, the thought made his stomach clench.
Was Andreas getting tired of him?
“Hey, Troy,” Noel said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
It was a relief. He didn’t like the direction of his thoughts lately, didn’t like how obsessive they had gotten. How needy.
“What?” he said, shifting his gaze to the other pleasure servant.
Noel had a curious expression on his face. “So have you found a new job already?”
Troy blinked. “What?”
Shooting him a puzzled look, Noel frowned. “A new job? Hasn’t it been close to a year since you started working for Master Andreas? Your contract should be ending soon, right?”
Troy stared at him.
Right.
Contract.
How could he have forgotten? To be fair, he hadn’t worked for the same employer this long before—Masters tended to get bored with pleasure servants easily and most contracts were terminated after a few months. The longest Troy had been employed for before was six months. He’d never lasted a year, so the rule that a pleasure servant must change Masters after a year hadn’t been relevant for him. He’d completely forgotten about it, to be honest.
Until now.
His stomach twisting into a tight, uncomfortable knot, Troy licked his dry lips. “Not yet,” he heard himself say, his tone wooden.
But thankfully, Noel didn’t seem to have noticed anything amiss.
“Master Sawn is terminating my contract, so I’m looking for a new employer, too,” Noel said. “Maybe you can put in a good word for me with Master Andreas?”
Troy balled his hands into fists under the table. He had to actively quash the urge to bare his teeth at Noel like a feral animal and tell him to fuck off.
Shit, what was wrong with him? His friend had said nothing wrong. Noel was right. It had been a year. Troy should be looking for a new employer and Andreas should be looking for a new servant. In fact, it was entirely possible that his Master had already found a new servant. Why would Andreas give him a day off today all of a sudden? Maybe he wanted to interview a prospective pleasure servant without Troy being there. Maybe he even wanted to give another pleasure servant a test run.
“Man, what’s wrong with you?” Noel said, looking at him warily. “Your telepathic aura is kind of...”
“I’m fine,” Troy ground out, slamming his mental shields up and trying to untangle the poisonous knot in his stomach.
Breathe. Breathe, damn you. You don’t own him. He’s just your employer. Employer. Who soon won’t even be your employer.
Troy repeated that mantra on the way home—on the way to his employer’s home.
He repeated that mantra as he entered the house, hating himself for even needing to repeat it.
It was just a habit, he told himself. He had simply gotten used to Andreas, to his kisses, to his body on top of him, to his cock inside him. He’d gotten used to being comfortable and at ease. It was natural that frequent physical intimacy and mind-blowing orgasms coupled with frequent telepathic merges had created something of an attachment. He’d known that he’d gotten a little bit attached over the past year. It wasn’t a big deal. He could get over it.