Naked skin. Muscles. Broad shoulders. Abs and thick legs and angled hip bones.Ken didn’t think he could be any more disgusted.And then Bosy smiled at him, greasy, lustful, excited.“Pick one, Ken-ah, or I’ll just buy one for you.”“Don’t waste your money. I don’t need one.”Bosy rolled his eyes. “It’s not about needs, man. It’s about flesh and ass and come and—Okay, so it is about needs.”Ken snorted. “Just hurry up and let’s get out of here.”“Don’t rush me. Choosing a new slave is a delicate operation.”Ken shoved hands into the pockets of his hoody. He followed quietly after Bosy. Most of the men, Bosy passed by, but there were a couple where he’d stop and lift their chins, or run fingers over their exposed skin. He always laughed when they would shiver.“Ooh, this one is pretty,” Bosy crooned.Ken looked up and right into deep brown eyes. Angled cheek bones. Delicate lips. Ice blond hair. Piercing eyes. He was shorter than Ken, but with broad, muscled shoulders and arms. His bod
“I’ll be back in about an hour,” Ken said.“Okay. Can I make some coffee?”“Of course.”Ken ran, pushing himself until his legs were sore and his breath was labored way before he was done. His ex-trainer would have been screaming at him to slow down, but Ken knew he deserved this. Used it to punish himself for owning someone.He walked the last few minutes, body aching as he returned home. He unlocked the door, took his shoes off and walked into the living room. He stopped in his tracks and stared.Meer was on the living floor, feet planted, hands planted on both sides of his head. His body was in a perfect arch. All he wore were sweat pants. He took a deep breath and then walked his hands toward his feet, bending his body further. The muscles in his stomach and chest stood out even more.Ken licked his lips, body perilously close to revealing how hot Meer looked. He tore his eyes away from that body and then turned away, moving but running right into a side table.Meer’s eyes flew op
The next day was the same. Meer woke him up at five thirty, he went running, came home to have breakfast made and coffee ready and clothes laid out for him. He went to work, called Meer three times just to talk, and accomplished more in his morning than he had the whole previous day. Bosy didn’t pay Meer a visit, and Ken was able to rest easier and concentrate.It wasn’t until he was home, eating another fabulously home-cooked meal, that he realized something: Meer wore the same pants and same tank top that he had on the first day.Ken called his secretary’s personal cell. “Yoona? Sorry to bug you at home, but I need you to do me a favor tomorrow.”“Anything, Ken.”“Tr
When he opened his mouth again, Ken said, “Save it. I’m doing it whether you like it or not.”Meer pouted.They left JiYong with instructions to have everything delivered to the Might family tailor. There were a few things Meer left with, and those were sent to Ken’s car by messenger.The second store treated them the same at first, but as soon as Ken suggested a substantial service fee, they allowed Meer to try on clothes. By the third store, rumors had spread that the Might Family Heir was on a shopping spree, and they were more than welcomed every where they went. He bought Meer his own cell phone and music player and more movies than Meer could watch in a month. They went to the sports supply store to buy Meer shoes and workout clothes.“Are you tired of trying on clothes?” Ken asked after they left the bookstore where Ken bought everything Meer had shown an interest in. The sun was setting, and all around the district, bright lights turned on.Meer gave him an eager smile. “Are y
He stood in the kitchen for awhile longer and then went to the hall to bring all his purchases into the house. The ones from the kitchen store, he left in their bags and boxes for Meer to put away. He put away the few clothes he’d bought for himself, put all of Meer’s new shoes into the front closet, and then very quietly knocked on Meer’s door.Meer didn’t answer.Ken walked in anyway. Meer wasn’t asleep, but his back was to Ken. Ken hung the clothes up in Meer’s closet. When he turned around, Meer was sitting up, glaring at him.“Well?” Meer demanded.“What?”“I hate you.”“So you said before. What am I supposed to do about that?”“You are so frustrating,” Meer said and flung himself to the bed.Ken sighed, trying to understand Meer’s thoughts. “Are you hungry?”“No. I’m never eating again. I’ll starve myself.”“You love food too much to do that.”“I don’t care.”Ken sighed again. “What do you want me to say, Meer? What do you want me to do? Apologize? I wasn’t there. I didn’t—”“Bu
“I’m not here for me, Yong. I don’t know if rumors have circulated yet, but I bought a slave and he needs clothes.”The man’s eyes narrowed. “There are stores for—”“Considering his status as my first slave, I decided that he should only have the very best. I can’t have him running around looking like an uncivilized foreigner.”“This is completely unprecedented.”“Yes, I realize that. But I’m sure you can find a way to compensate the inconvenience.”“Of course, Might Ken.” And Ken was certain there’d be a hefty “service charge” on this final bill. “We’d be happy to supply you with everything he needs.”“Thank you, Yong. He needs everything, all the way down to socks and underwear.”He called over a couple of other associates.“Hero, stand up,” Ken said, voice shaking when he said ‘Hero’. Meer stood immediately. One of the others took Meer’s measurements and Yong shouted at the other one to start taking clothes to the dressing room.Ken and Meer locked eyes. Meer had that look again, t
“What?”“Justin. It’s Justin.”“What’s Justin?”“Bosy’s …”“You know Bosy’s new slave?”He nodded. “We were … not friends. More like rivals, I guess.” Meer sighed and sat up. He played with the buttons on Ken’s shirt, not looking him in the eye. “Our families were allies. Our kingdoms shared a border. Justin and I are First Sons, heirs to be king.”Ken gasped.Meer smirked. “I know, right? Hence the irony of life, thing. Anyway. Our rivalry mainly stemmed from our birth status. Technically, we were the same rank, but Justin was a First Child, First Son, and I had eight older sisters. But I am older than he is. It seems stupid now, but then, it mattered a great deal. We competed in fairs and mock battles and for women.”Meer stopped, finally met Ken’s eyes and then climbed off his lap. Ken followed him into the kitchen. “I always mocked him. Told him one day, he’d be my slave and he’d have to wash my feet while I sipped champagne from his family goblets.”When he started making tea, Ke
Meer woke him up at five-thirty.“Fuck, Meer, it’s Saturday.”“I’m sorry, Master. Is there a different time you’d like me to wake you up on Saturdays?”Ken squeezed his eyes shut. “Just later. Eight or nine.”“Very well, Master.”And then it registered. Ken sat up. “Meer?”Meer turned at the door and lowered his head. “Yes, Master?”“Stop it.”“Stop what, Master?”“Stop that. What is wrong with you?”“I don’t know what you mean, Master.”Ken growled, stood up and stalked over to him. “Knock it off.”“If Master would tell—”Ken grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. “Don’t do this, Meer.”“Do what, Master?”Ken pulled him back and then slammed him against the wall again. “Don’t.”“Why not?” That defiant look was back in his eyes. “Because you said so. Master?”Ken sighed. He moved his hands from Meer’s shoulders and then put them against the wall. He let his arms bend until his forearms rested against the wall. Their bodies aligned. Ken let his head fall to one of his a