Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Free Page B

harming his escort.”
    “You dare to give pleasure to my slave?” Blessed didn’t bellow, as only those who feared others not listening spoke loudly. When Blessed talked, all within range listened, even if they had to strain to do so. “Do not dare to do so again.”
    “No, your graciousness. No one will do anything to him again.” The auctioneer spoke in hushed terms to whomever was bringing Blessed’s purchase forth. “It seems the slave was quite afraid of the jolt of joy.”
    “As well he should be.” But Blessed preferred to deliver his own version. With his hands, his mouth, his cock, and his strosan , he could give a slave a dose of pleasure that rivaled the jolt of joy. And then Blessed considered why the Earthling was afraid. Obviously, he feared addiction. This was powerful to know. Knowledge of a species’ fears, longings, and such gave him tremendous power. “You will bring him here and have him wait on me.”
    “Your graciousness, if you would permit, we have rooms available so that one such as yourself can be assured the slave is up to par?” The auctioneer’s voice rose at the end as if he were asking a question. Blessed got the distinct impression that he could have this Tyler, this Earthling, for the night, and then declare him unfit. He wouldn’t get back all his money, but he would get back most and the auctioneer could simply sell him again.
    Suspicious, Blessed reached across the counter and placed his hand over the auctioneer’s chest. “You have not sold him in this way before, have you?”
    “Oh, no! Absolutely not, your graciousness. He is untouched by any but those on his own planet. Oh! But for the display on stage and the cleaning afterward.”
    “You swear this on your life?”
    “I do.”
    Blessed withdrew his hand. The auctioneer sighed and settled his clothing.
    “I will give you the best room we have, your graciousness.” He handed over a key. “If you require anything—”
    “Have a mix of food for him and for me. Be careful that you pick things that will please him. I will also require a full array of—never mind. I will have my people bring me what I need. You give me a room, put this Tyler Stewart in it, and I shall deal with the rest.”
    The auctioneer nodded.
    “And if he is not as you say, I shall return for your heart.”
    “Yes, your graciousness.”
    Blessed turned and strode off to the nearest restaurant. He would make his slave wait for him so that he could learn more about his kind. Knowledge was power, and Blessed would need an edge if he were to fully control his latest playmate. He instructed his devotee to make arrangements to have all he would need delivered to the room provided.
    Once inside the exclusive club, he only had to look at the maître d’ to obtain a seat. There was no place on the planet so exclusive that it prohibited a fully named warrior of the neutral class. Blessed didn’t have to say his name or even display insignia of his rank. All who looked upon his face knew what he was. A black mark of power rode on his right cheek. The gentle curve of a planetary horizon with five dots below told all who looked at him that Blessed had conquered five worlds. He was retired now, hence his insufferable boredom, but he was working on a way to alleviate the worst symptom of civilized living.
    Blessed spent a leisurely time sipping a drink and eating a small meal. He didn’t want to be too full or too inebriated to play with his latest toy. But he did want to make him wait and make him wonder. He snapped his fingers hard below the table, reprimanding himself. If he had been thinking, he would have had his devotee order cameras placed in the room before Tyler arrived. Ah, well. Such was the folly of afterthought. Had he placed watching devices, Blessed could have observed his slave considering the room and pondering his fate. He could have learned much. With a sigh, he rose, paid for his modest repast with a fingertouch to the billpad in the