Enslaved by a King [Sold! 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (5 page)

When Mingor bent over to turn the water on by way of a switch in the smaller bucket, Noah tried to look away but failed miserably. The urge to run his hands along Mingor’s stunning form caused him to take a step toward Mingor, but then his better sense kicked in and he moved back to the doorway.

“Once you have enough water, you turn it off. Come here so you can observe me.”

Reluctantly, Noah stepped over. Against his best efforts to focus on how to take a bath, his gaze kept returning to Mingor’s body. When he realized Mingor wasn’t aroused in the least, he stopped his wandering gaze. His lust was apparently all one-sided. That was just his luck. It seemed out here in the vast universe he’d lost whatever sexy mojo he’d had on Earth. Or maybe Mingor only liked other purple guys. Or girls.

“Get in.”

Noah stepped into the bigger barrel-like thing.

“Sit down.”

Since it was a little cramped, he knelt down so he wouldn’t get stuck. The next thing he felt was warm water sluicing over his head. He almost cried it felt so good.

“Is that a sound of pleasure?”

“Yes. Hindur sprayed me with cold water, and it hurt. This is…there are no words for how good this feels.” Noah sat there, loving the stroke from perfectly warm water flowing over his head, tickling his ears, then sluicing down his chest. He was still hard, but it wasn’t as distracting as it had been just moments ago. As if it couldn’t get any better, he then felt delicate fingers working suds into his hair. Curiously, the soap had no scent, but the bubbles were slick and allowed Mingor’s fingertips to slide over his hair, ears, neck, and then down his back.

“Your body is incredibly powerful.” Mingor’s voice was almost reverent. “Are all your kind built like you?”

“If you mean muscular, then no. Men are generally stronger than women, but some men on my world are like you.”

“Purple?”

“More delicately built.” Noah laughed lightly but didn’t open his eyes. He felt the bubbles tumbling down his face, but also, he wanted to focus on the joy of being taken care of by another. Looking at Mingor would take his thoughts along a road he didn’t want to travel. Even though having his master clean him seemed a little off for their relationship, Noah wasn’t making him do anything. He hadn’t even asked him to wash him. That had been Mingor’s idea.

They were silent for a while as Mingor’s fingers washed and rubbed along Noah’s back. No matter how far in the past Noah went in his memory, he couldn’t remember anyone ever showing him such kindness.

“Stand.”

Noah was up on his feet before he realized what his change in position would mean. It wasn’t until he felt Mingor’s hands cupping his buttocks that he realized his mistake. There was no way he was going to be able to disguise the fact his master’s touch was arousing him. But as Mingor continued to clean him, he didn’t seemed put off by his ever-increasing erection. Mingor cleaned his legs and his feet then worked his way up to his cock. Since the soap was still tumbling down from his head, Noah didn’t dare open his eyes to see Mingor’s reaction. To his shock, Mingor’s hand washed along his cock with the same consideration he’d used on every other part of him.

Daring to open one eye to a slit, Noah was disappointed to discover that Mingor wasn’t hard. Rather than allow his disappointment to ruin what was one of the most caring acts ever bestowed on him, Noah closed his eyes and simply enjoyed Mingor’s touch.

“You are very hard.”

“Trust me, I know.” Noah chuckled a little. “Hindur wouldn’t let me—” He cut himself off when he realized he’d been about to confess he hadn’t even been allowed to masturbate. Hindur liked him to get hard and stay that way so his slave-trading pals could comment on his erection.

“Do you suffer when you aren’t allowed sex?”

“Yeah.” Noah was suffering plenty right now. “It doesn’t kill us—mankind—but it can make us plenty miserable.”

“I would ease your pain.”

To Noah’s shock and delight, Mingor began to slide his soapy-slick fist up and down his shaft with surprising expertise. Just as he was getting into the rhythmic pleasure, he felt guilt crushing in. “You don’t have to do this.”

“But I wish to.”

Noah wanted to understand what Mingor was getting out of this when a quick peek revealed he was still utterly flaccid, but the urge to gain a release held Noah’s lips together. Mingor stroked him, and Noah stood there letting him, his arousal pulsing through him until he was unable to keep his mouth closed. Tilting his head back, he let out a series of groans and whimpers that paralleled his master’s strokes. Another wave of shame made him try to stop what was happening, but his body was far too close to oblivion. Besides, for all he knew, this was how Thandlings encouraged devotion in their servants. Mingor certainly didn’t seem to mind. He wasn’t turned on, but he didn’t seem upset about what he was doing. And again, it was his idea.

Vacillating between enjoying the moment to the hilt and a worrisome shame that this was somehow wrong, Noah delayed his orgasm far longer than he normally would have.

“Relax, my
sephir
. You will not peak when you are this tangled up. Clear your mind and feel only my hand upon you.” Mingor’s voice had the cadence of a chant that instantly eased the tension out of Noah’s shoulders.

Faster Mingor went. His hand tightened. Noah was breathing in such short bursts he was amazed he didn’t pass out. When he finally reached the point of no return, he thrust his hips forward, but didn’t dislodge Mingor from his task. He kept right on stroking until Noah came so hard he swore he almost died from the pleasure of a profoundly powerful release.

As he continued to shiver and shake, he slowly sank down to his knees, stunned when Mingor stayed with him. His hand was still wrapped around Noah’s shaft, but he was no longer stroking. Now he seemed to be holding him while intermittently tightening his fist. It was, without a doubt, the best orgasm Noah had ever known.

Sadly, when he finally opened his eyes and looked over, Mingor was still soft.

Mingor felt Noah suddenly tense. “Do I do it wrong?” He certainly hoped not. Touching Noah was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. His skin was soft while his muscles were hard. When he’d wrapped his fist around Noah’s cock, he’d done so only to clean, but when it became clear how much Noah enjoyed the attention, Mingor had been driven to ease his suffering. Telling himself he only had his
sephir’s
best interests in mind didn’t stop him from enjoying himself. Noah’s soft sounds of pleasure sparked awareness across Mingor’s form. He only managed to hide his arousal by decades of dedicated practice to controlling his body’s functions.

“Believe me, you didn’t do it wrong.” Noah’s voice was a little lower than usual, but that wasn’t much wonder when he was clearly drained. “Shouldn’t I be doing this for you?”

“If you wish to clean me, you may. But only after I finish with you.” Mingor released Noah. He scooped fresh water from the dispenser then poured it over Noah’s head, watching as the soap moved down his form.

“Do you always wash your slaves?”

“As I said before, you are not my slave.” Mingor wasn’t ready to have that discussion just yet. Soon enough he would have to explain to Noah what he was and what his function on Thand would be. Even though, at the time of their bargain, Mingor had thought they’d had a meeting of the minds, he now realized that they had not. Noah thought he was to be some kind of soldier or protector when that wasn’t what he would be at all, not exactly. Still, Mingor believed that even if Noah had known in detail what Mingor wanted from him, he still would have taken the arrangement. Noah was an honorable soul who would have probably given up his life altogether to free the slaves in Hindur’s home. Noah’s sacrifice was but a lone drop of water against the veritable ocean of despair, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. Noah was a rare being who would make a personal sacrifice for the greater good.

To prevent the conversation from starting here and now, Mingor continued to pour water over Noah’s head as he eased it over his body. Noah joined him in washing the suds off. When he was rinsed, Mingor showed him how to activate the drain in the tub with his toe.

“I will now finish with my bath.” Mingor handed Noah a towel then turned away.

“Aren’t I supposed to help you?”

“If you wish, you may, but it is by no means necessary.” Mingor returned to the main room where he’d had a temporary bathing unit setup.

“Was it necessary for you to wash me?” Noah followed him, drying his hair with the towel and making a line of wet footprints in the carpet. Once he had his head fairly dry, he wrapped the towel around his hips, cutting off Mingor’s view of his extraordinary body.

“No.”

“Then why did you?”

“Perhaps for the same reason you sacrificed yourself for the freedom of others.”

“I don’t see how the two things are remotely comparable.”

Mingor sat down in the larger tub. When he reached into the smaller bucket to scoop out water, he found it had grown cold. Holding his hand steady in the water, he felt out with his mind for the structure of the molecules. Once he had them visualized, he
pushed
, exciting them and thereby warming the water. As soon as he had it to the proper temperature, he ladled water over his head, continuing with his bath while he spoke with Noah.

“Do you have an extra toothbrush?”

It took a moment for Mingor to understand what Noah was talking about. “In the hygiene room there is a bottle of white tablets. Simply take one and put it in your mouth.”

“And that will clean my teeth?”

“Yes. Once it stops fizzing, spit it out.” His kind actually swallowed the substance, but he wasn’t certain it would sit well with a human. Mingor sudsed up his hair and let the bubbles wash down along his body. He was exhausted, but sleep would probably still be a long way off. His interlude with Noah had revived him to a degree, but a solid night of sleep would serve him best.

Noah went off to do as he suggested. He returned after a few moments. “Okay, that was just weird. And there’s no sink, so I had to spit it into the trash. Or at least what I hope was the trash.”

“The square receptacle?”

“Yeah.”

“That is the trash bin.”

“Why don’t you have a sink?” When Mingor didn’t understand what that was, Noah explained.

“We do not use water that way.”

“Why not?”

“Because water is precious.” Mingor was going to leave it at that, but this was a perfect opportunity to further delay the discussion he needed to have with Noah. “On Thand, almost all the water is salty.”

“It’s one big ocean?”

“We use a different word, but I believe the concept is the same.” Mingor rose up to wash the rest of his body. “Fresh water is extremely valuable.” So valuable, in fact, it was the reason he needed a
sephir
of another race. “To waste such a life-giving element is egregious.”

“You’d really freak out on Earth.”

“That is your home world?” While finding compatible food, he’d learned what little there was to know about the planet, which wasn’t much.

“Yeah. We use water like it’s nothing. Most of the Earth is water, ocean water, but there’s lots of fresh water, too.” Noah frowned. “I don’t actually know why that is. Science was never my best subject.”

Mingor tried to imagine a world of such plenty but failed miserably.

“Do you want me to, uh, help you?”

There was a deeper meaning to Noah’s offer that Mingor refused to acknowledge. “I am almost done.”

“And then we’ll talk.”

“Yes.” The issue of water on Thand hadn’t delayed him for long. As interesting and postponing as it would be to have Noah give him a release, Mingor refrained. He needed to clear the waters between them first. In all honesty, he should have done so before he fondled Noah, but the time for that had passed. Regret was something Mingor strove not to indulge in. Mingor dried himself then pulled on a clean robe of blue. “I had one brought for you.”

Noah took the robe and examined it before pulling it over his head. It was a little tight and a bit short, but it would do for now.

“I will have a properly fitted one made.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. This is way better than running around with my dick dangling all damn day.” Noah rubbed his face and sighed.

“What?”

“Just, I won’t ever have a beard again.”

“Facial hair?”

Noah nodded. “Hindur didn’t want me to have anything that was remotely like a Vaugar, so he did something that removed all my body hair.”

“You are normally hairy?”

“I was.”

“Does this matter a great deal to you?”

“No. It’s just weird. I mean on me. It looks really good on you. Being hairless. Not like I was looking, just that I couldn’t help but notice. Christ.” Noah shook his head and then turned slightly away. “I am going to win the moron of the universe award.”

“We don’t have that contest.”

“No?”

“Not anymore. There was far too much competition.”