Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.
This Chapter has no sex! Yes, it's true :gasps in horror: This is a short chapter that is plot and character building. If you're gonna throw a hissy fit because this particular chapter doesn't have humping, skip it! The next chapter does get back into the sexual aspect of things. :grins: Hehe. So, if you guys aren't into the storyline, and only want the adorable angel boy sex, wait till chapter seven or reread the last few chapters.
If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe, sane, and consensual. The D/s world can be a wonderful thing when enjoyed safely, as kinks or as a lifestyle. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the sixth installment of "Slave to Love".
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As it turned out, Cia absolutely loved readying slaves to be with their Master. She got to play with beautiful and expensive things as well as make Daman proud of the work she'd done. Those two things together made her rather excitable when it came to bathing and preparing Eko for his upcoming night of passion.
Unfortunately, that also meant she didn't stay quiet very much. She wanted to know everything about Eko, from the type of food he ate at home, to what his family was like, and everything in between. It was hard for him to stand, honestly, considering he was so deeply lost in thought.
"Eko? What's on your mind?" Cia finally asked after an extended period of time where he'd manage to forget about her last question entirely. "Are you worried about tonight? Or is it something else that's troubling you?"
Eko looked up at her, sitting inside the huge bathtub with him, a strange washcloth contraption that looked like a glove, dripping suds, on one hand. She looked at him with an odd mixture of compassion, tenderness, and annoyance. It made Eko's wings tremble with uncertainty.
"W-what d-do you m-mean?" He whispered in response. She exhaled sharply in frustration.
"It's obvious something's bothering you, and I don't think it's just about tonight." She said again, frowning slightly.
Eko sighed deeply, his eyes slowly lowering to the steaming water he was seated in. After a moment, his slight shoulders rolled in a gentle shrug. "I-I'm in l-love." He finally stammered out, swallowing hard.
Cia was actually speechless, which was clearly a feat all in itself, but when she finally spoke it was in a quiet voice. "I take it not with Master Daman." She watched as Eko hesitantly shook his head in the negative. "Wooboy." She mumbled. "Is he here?" She asked, and when he nodded, she swallowed hard. "Angel. Shit. You didn't fuck him did you?"
Eko's head snapped up, eyes wide with mortified embarrassment. "N-no." he said, then sniffled softly as his tears threatened to break. "I'm s-so co-confused." He wailed quietly, his eyes turning a beautiful grayish lavender with the impending tears. "I th-thought M-master w-was evil... th-then h-he l-loved o-on me t-today. N-now I d-don't kn-now w-what t-too do." He tried to stifle a sob, his wings shaking so hard they sent ripples throughout the warm water of the tub. "I d-don't w-want t-to h-have s-sex w-with h-him b-but I al-already s-said I w-would."
Cia reached over and began to scrub his back and shoulders again with the soapy glove, sighing softly as she mulled over what she'd been told. It was odd for Eko to bath with a naked female, but he was beginning to feel a sort of sisterly companionship with her, the way she chattered and talked, and now listened to his problems, making him feel somewhat steady and comfortable in a crazy and untamed world.
"Well..." she began, chewing absently on her lower lip as she stared at the wall over his shoulder. "I don't know what you should do, Eko. Does Angel feel the same way about you?" She asked, and that was the question Eko'd been dreading. Suddenly, he burst into tears. Whole hearted gut wrenching sobs that shook his tiny frame. Instantly, Cia's warm body was pressed against him as she wrapped Eko up in her arms, nearly pulling him into her lap as she rocked him gently, murmuring nonsense words in that way parents do with crying babies.
"N-nooo." Eko cried helplessly, shaking his head. "H-he d-doesn't l-love me a-at all!" his words were anguished as he pressed himself into the comforting arms of the young woman.
"Which is why you asked for Master Daman to take you tonight..." Cia whispered her understanding.
"You What!?" The angry voice cut through the room, and when Eko and Cia looked up, they saw Angel standing in the doorway.
He was an incredible sight, and for a moment, Eko forgot completely what he'd been crying over. Angel stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of bright red leather pants, so tight they appeared to have been sewn onto his body, and a matching set of shining gold rings in each nipple, a sparkling sunstone bead holding each closed. His fiery hair billowed around his body, the colors shifting and moving, giving the impression of living flame. In fact, the longer Eko stared at him, the more like fire his hair really did look.
Heat billowed off of Angel in waves, causing that odd ripple effect that happens surrounding an open flame, and his eyes burned a glowing orange-red, actually glowed with a supernatural power. "You did what?" Angel asked again, his voice a menacing whisper, eyes snapping misplaced rage.
He took slow steps towards the bathtub, making his slight form look every bit as menacing as his voice sounded only moments previous. He looked more the Master then Daman had earlier that morning, and it sparked some terror in Eko's heart, making it impossible for him to speak. He began to shake uncontrollably against Cia's body, and she hugged him closer as she watched Angel approach.
"Answer me!" Angel snapped, tossing the clothing Eko hadn't realized he'd been holding to the cold tiled floor. Eko heard a soft terrified sound, and after a moment he realized it'd come from his own tight and constricted throat. Tears seeped unheeded down his cheeks, and he pressed in closer to Cia in a silent plea for protection. "Why isn't he answering me?" He growled out at Cia, eyes moving from Eko to the young woman.
"Because he's terrified." She replied. "Tone down the heat, fire-boy." She sounded angry, but Eko had managed to rip his gaze away to hide his face in the crook of her neck, making horrified little whimpers and half-repressed sobs. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Angel!" She snapped at him.
