The boy gasped sharply as he felt his cock hit the back of his masters throat, hips jerking slightly without realizing. He fought to keep from thrusting into the mans mouth, head falling back against the pillows as he whimpered in pleasure. Then the amazing feeling was gone, only to be replaced by another. Since the two had slept together for the first time, Emrys wondered what he had been nervous about. Almost immediately he found his body rocking against the werewolfs finger, moaning quietly.
"You Sir," he breathed out, biting his lower lip. He knew Mir wanted the slave to use his given name, but he found that he couldn't. It was as if the simple word became lodged in his throat. And there was the voice inside of his head reminding him that he was the slave and the other was the master. You shouldn't call your master by their name. "I just want you,"