Damien

I slammed my dick into his tight ass and he threw his head back and screamed. I groaned and started pistoning my hips against him. He had an amazing ass. I had fucked him so many times before and yet he was as tight as ever.

I pulled on his hair making his head snap back and he moaned. I smirked. He was a little masochist. I leaned forward and licked his earlobes while speeding up.

His moans turned into full out screaming as I angled my hips to hit his sweet spot every time. Incoherent mumblings spilled out from his mouth and he scrunched his eyes shut from the pleasure.

"You like that you little whore," I whispered near his ear making him tremble. He loved it when I talked dirty to him. "Oh god yes Master. I love it Master," he moaned. I slammed into him while simultaneously nipping at his neck.

He screamed. "Oh god Master. I am going to come. Oh god!".

"Not yet whore. Wait for it," I growled. I was getting close myself. His muscles clenched around me and I groaned.

"Come with me. Now," I ordered while emptying inside him with a grunt. He came with a whimper, his body trembling and covered with sweat. I pulled out of him and he moaned.

I opened the restraints binding him to the bedpost and started rubbing his wrists to ease the burn. He blushed at my tenderness and thanked me in a quiet voice.

"Did you like the session Alistair," I asked. I knew what his answer would be but this was something I always asked my subs after a session.

"Yes Master. I loved it. Thank you playing with me Master," he replied with eyes shining with sincerity. I smiled. It was always good to see that my subs enjoyed themselves as much as I did.

I phoned the club kitchen and ordered them to send up some chocolate and fruit. He needed to eat and rest after such a tiring session.

I sat down on the bed and started putting on my discarded trousers. Alistair looked at me with sad eyes. I sighed and ruffled his hair. His eyes grew even sadder though he still tried to smile.

He hated that I had to leave after our sessions. He wanted me to sign a contract with him and be his official Master. He had not directly voiced his wishes to me but I knew by his actions and questions.

It was cruel of me to play with him and his feelings like this but I simply couldn't sign a contract with him. It would mean complete commitment to him and it would take up a lot of my time.

Time I would rather spend with Tristan.

I grimaced at the annoying voice in my head. It was true though. My main reason for not getting into a relationship was Tristan. I did not want to lose what I had with him. It wasn't enough for me definitely but still it was better than not seeing him for days.

Tristan was not only my best friend but also someone I had always fancied. It seemed as if no one could understand me better than him. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it. We had rapidly grown close and slowly but surely I began to fall for him.

It was not exactly the burning love that books describe. It wasn't that I didn't want to be with anyone other than him. I just realised that if ever I wanted to settle down then I would and could do so with only Tristan.

Fully dressed, I made my way out of the club while instructing the staff to clean up my playroom. It was almost midnight now. I made my way to the apartment I shared with Tris. We didn't have a car as both of us preferred walking. That was another reason why I was so fond of him. Finding someone who preferred walking over sitting in an air conditioned car was indeed rare.

I slipped my keys in the lock and turned it slowly, taking care not to make much noise. Tris was sure to be asleep by now. He never could stay awake late at night.

The apartment was darkened, only a small light alight in the kitchen. I took off my boots and placed them neatly on the shoe rack. Tris always threw a fit if I left them on the floor.

The apartment was not overly big but just enough for the two of us. We had bought it with our first incomes and our parents had also helped a bit. It was our safe haven, a place which we could truly call home. Every nook and cranny of this place was familiar to me and held beautiful memories.

I entered the kitchen to find a thermos containing hot water and a cup with a tea bag on the countertop. I smiled.

He never forgot. I shook my head and chuckled while pouring the water into the cup. It was a weird habit of mine. I couldn't sleep without tea. I usually made it myself but Tris always made sure to heat up some water on days like this to save me the effort.

The warm slightly bitter taste seeped into my veins and relaxed me. There was nothing I liked better at night than a cup of hot tea. Sipping my tea, I walked up the stairs to the bedrooms. I had to cross Tristans bedroom on the way and as usual I couldn't resist the urge to stop and stare.

I expected to find a sleeping Tristan with his hair all tousled and his arms and legs wrapped around his side pillow like an octopus.

But not today. To my utmost surprise, he was wide awake. He lay on his bed with his legs drawn up and his eyes fixed on the dark ceiling. As I entered his room, they shifted their attention from the ceiling and landed on me.

His usually calm brown eyes were dark and troubled. I frowned. He did not look well too.

"Tristan," I said, walking further into his room. He did not reply. "Are you okay? Why are you awake," I asked. He still did not reply.

It was then that I started to really worry. There was something that was worrying him and I was going to find out what it was.