Lost & Found

Chapter 1: You Call Me Princess

“You okay down there, Princess?” A deep voice rumbles beside my ear; the smirk evident in his voice. I try to answer, but instead of a coherent response a low moan works itself up my throat and past my lips. His hot breath fans my neck and feel my body shudder in response, as sparks of pleasure travel down my spine directly to my hot groin. I feel myself twitch and clench around his hot flesh, the cum he previously shot running down the inside of my thighs, where three dark hickeys are displayed, like dark paint on a white canvas.

“P-please let me come,” I whimper, my legs shaking and my stomach quivering with fatigue, as he pulls himself halfway out before slamming all the way back in. I moan loudly as he grinds against my sweet spot, my back arching slightly and my nipples hardening, as a dry orgasm racks my body, leaving me a shivering and trembling mess beneath him.

“What was that?” The male above me chuckles as he thrusts into me again, balls deep. Still overly sensitive from my orgasm I gasp and writhe under him, moaning and whimpering pathetically. My member pulses painfully, aching for the much-desired release prevented by the small red ribbon tied firmly around its base. My head feels fuzzy, overrun by the pleasure erupting like fireworks throughout my entire body.

The guy was the definition of a Greek god, his olive skin glistening with sweat as he pushed his thick veiny rod into my warm slimy cavern. His messy blond-white hair falling into his face as he secured my arms above my head and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.

I had met Zenos in my usual bar where I had, once again, been drowning myself in alcohol. Luckily for me, I was just a bit tipsy when he found me, not having had enough time to fully subdue myself to the alcohol. Like many times before, my work had been too much for me. The disbelieving hateful stares and baseless rumors about me sleeping with my current Boss, raining down on me like acid rain. Chipping at my defenses until they fell apart completely, leaving behind nothing but the scarred, frightened male that hid behind those iron gates. They weren’t even true, as I had never actually spoken to my Boss face-to-face in the one year I had worked for him.

I had held out as long as I could. Two weeks of minding my own business and avoiding anything that could worsen the already escalated situation. But when Mr. Cliff, the head supervisor of my department, came by this morning and told me I was fired, I felt like my entire world fell apart. Everything I had built up around me shattered like a glass window, the sharp shards raining down on me and leaving both shallow and deep gashes behind.

When packing my things Mr. Cliff had warned me to never step foot on the premises of the building again. He had claimed that the Boss had categorized me as a threat to the company after my attempt at seducing him during one of our meetings. I had been in way too much shock to actually respond then, but I should have immediately called him out on such a blatant lie.

But then again, I had also just been terrified of the situation and negative attention I had been placed in. It didn’t help that the gossip circulating around the office argued that the boss was a terrifying man, who would immediately cut you down if you double-crossed him.

Nevertheless, not understanding why things were the way they were stressed me out immensely. It practically rendered me useless, as I couldn’t properly function under the stress. It didn’t help that I desperately needed the money my job had provided me with, in order to not be evicted from my apartment. My previous partner had left me with little to nothing after we had broken up, feeling disgusted with me and my “peculiar” taste when it came to our intimate relationship.

Caile had spread the rumor that I had forced myself on him against his will. Forced myself on my Boss of three years, blackmailing him to stay quiet until he couldn’t take it anymore and had to speak out against me.

All these lies in an effort to get rid of me.

All because of one word.

One cursed word, that ruined all of the relationships with everyone around me. He had outed me to everyone, which resulted with everyone turning their backs on me. Even my own family.

It had taken me weeks to get back up and move far away from Ohio, moving to London where nobody knew me and my story. To start anew. My plan had started out well. I had gotten a job at a prestigious company and had started working almost immediately. I worked overtime to finish my workload, while others went out to eat and party. I also made sure that all of my tasks were done at the best of my ability and handed in one day before the deadline.

Everything was okay at first. I built up friendly relationships with my co-workers, opening up to them as much as I could, while hiding the fact I was gay. Everything was alright, until suddenly, baseless rumors about me started spreading around the office. Rumors stating that I had slept with my current Boss in an attempt to seduce him and get a higher pay.

I was scared. Reduced to nothing but the pathetic male that couldn’t do anything alone; that ran away, instead of facing his issues head on. And so I pulled back from the little friendly social environment I had created for myself, in fear that they would shame me and hate me. It was easier to just cut them off, before they could intentionally hurt me.

Consequently, I had also started visiting Passion more often. Drinking allowed me to get away from the negative thoughts that dragged me down and reduced me to nothing but a coward. Alcohol allowed me the chance to speak up without being embarrassed and scared of the response I might get in return.

It allowed me to be me.

Tonight, I was planning to do the same, until a perfect stranger showed up and, quite rudely may I add, canceled my alcoholic order. Instead Zenos ordered a glass of water, telling me to sober up. He had kept me company for a while, talking to me about random things while we waited for the alcohol to leave my system. We were hitting it off, sharing different facts about ourselves. I got to admit that I had never felt so relaxed when talking to someone else. Eventually, he had asked me if I had any other plans for tonight.

“Princess? Are you with me?” Zenos’ deep voice sounds right next to my ear, making me shiver. I couldn’t focus on anything, but still eventually manage to look up at his dampened hair and rippling muscles, as his worried pale blue eyes focus on my face. I zone in and out, but am unable to completely focus. I just feel so comfortable.

I had answered no to the question he asked me at the bar, allowing him to pull me out onto the streets and to a hotel. I remember being really nervous when he told me to take a shower. I had never really thought of myself as the type to allow one-night stands, but to be fair I didn’t know him and this was my once chance of being taken by someone who looked like a Greek God himself.

Once I had finished my shower, I had joined him on the bed, where he started placing butterfly kisses all over my skin. He had then begun slowly preparing me, lathering his big fingers in lube and rubbing them against my entrance. Then he had pushed in the first digit, the second following soon after and later the third. Pushing in and then out at a leisurely pace, watching me squirm underneath him with his pale blue eyes, as if looking for any sign of discomfort. I remember wanting to cry at the care I saw in his eyes.

No one had treated me this kindly, not even Caile.

As the tight ring of muscles loosened, his lips descended on mine in a more passionate kiss, sucking and biting at my plump ones, seeking for entrance that I quickly granted. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting every inch and corner it could find. He had deepened the kiss, sticking his tongue down throat, coaxing me to relax and enjoy the pleasure he was giving me. When breaking the kiss, he had lapped at the sensitive roof of my mouth, drawing out a small moan from the back of my throat.

My moan must have awakened something within him, as he then aligned himself with my entrance and pushed his member inside. It had slid into me as easily as a sword would slide into its scabbard, a perfect fit. The sensation of having his thick hot veiny cock enter me, filling me up effortlessly had been enough to make me cum. The orgasm had hit me hard and long, making me feel like I was on cloud-nine. I remember Zenos chuckling while looking down at my quivering body, before reaching into the drawer of the nightstand and pulling out a small red ribbon. He had tied it around me firmly, tight enough to induce some pain, but not enough for it to harm my body in any way.

“To make sure that you don’t cum as soon as I actually move,” he had told me with a smile.

After that, the night had truly begun. He had dominated me in every way possible, only allowing me to cum after begging him to loosen the ribbon. He had then fastened it again and gone for a second round, then a third.

“Hey Princess,” Zenos chuckles, making me strain to focus my attention on him. I meet his eyes as he stares down at me, his cock still buried deep inside me but not moving. “Are you back?”

I dreamily smile up at him for a moment, before snapping back to reality. “Ye-Yeah. So-Sorry for spacing out on you...,” I blush, before remembering his previous words, “and I told you, my name is Melik. Not Princess.”

“Hm,” he hums, before flipping us so that I am on top of him. I draw in a sharp breath, as he slides deeper into me, filling me up to the hilt. My head becomes fuzzy again, as a small sigh leaves my mouth. “You were saying, Princess?”

I whine, grinding my hips down, in an attempt to appease the amused male, but before I can do much more, he grabs my hips, halting any movement.

“So-sorry, ma-master,” I stumble breathlessly, my brain still short-circuiting enough for the minor slip of the tongue.

The sharp intake of air, however, is like a bucket of ice-cold water being poured over my head, as I fearfully meet the widened eyes of my shocked partner. Not again, I think helplessly, not because of this cursed word.

I whimper, as my erection becomes soft and shoulders hunch forward. I try to get off him, however, his hands keep me in place, quickly cutting off my only chance of getting out of this situation unscathed.

“What did you say?” he questions quietly, his voice laced with an emotion I cannot quite place.

Is he angry? I wonder fearfully.

“So-sorry,” I stutter, avoiding his piercing gaze by looking down and closing my eyes.

“No. After that.”

I lift my head quickly, looking straight at him with a mix of hesitancy and terror, my breath coming out in short puffs. I flinch away as his large calloused hand gently touches the right side of my face.

“Princess,” he starts, “it’s okay, just breathe. I promise I will not get angry and throw you out the bed regardless of what you say.”

I let out a shaky breath before swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “Ma-master,” I voice quietly.

A large grin spreads across his face as he reaches up and places a small kiss on my lips. “Good boy,” he praises, before thrusting his hips upwards and grinding into me, his hot pulsing rod reaching farther than it had previously. A loud moan slips past my lips and my eyelids flutter in pleasure.

Momentarily, I forget what happened and enjoy the moment. Enjoy how his dick reaches the base of my stomach, rubbing against all the right spots. I feel a bit his seed trickling out of the head of his member, making me feel warm and comfortable. I let out a small moan, coming down from my high, before remembering what just happened.

“Wa-wait… y-you’re not an-angry?” I stutter. His movements still, as he looks up at me with a calculating stare.

“No?” he answers, although it sounds more like a question, “why would I be?”

“Be-because, I ca-called you something we-weird. W-which is di-disg-disgus-,” I break off not able to continue the sentence. Squeezing my eyes closed as I regret ever having said that cursed word.

My entire world turned against me the last time I uttered that word, I think, but keep it to myself.

I feel him hook his hands under my armpits and lifting me off him and separating out joined state, the action taking the warmth I felt only seconds ago away with it. Forcing myself to suppress a whimper of discomfort at the empty feeling, I curl up on the mattress attempting to disappear from this world.

And perhaps I did.