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Pleasure Slave	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 84321 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 13
‘new bounds’

Almost afraid to believe Yue, Touya waited until after his morning bathing session to actually try the door. He allowed Ralen to leave him in the bedroom as usual, then waited for the sound of his footsteps to fade away. Tentatively, he turned the knob.
And sure enough the door opened, without any fuss or dramatics whatsoever. For the first time, Touya left the bedroom of his own accord, and his heart thumped with anticipation. Maybe it wasn’t freedom, maybe he was still in his chains, but it was better than nothing.
Yue’s anterior room had little in it, besides the chairs and that large desk. Touya shuddered to look at it and quickly moved on, out of the personal chambers and into the corridor. Instead of moving straight to the familiar stairs, he turned left and spent a few minutes exploring what was left of this floor. There wasn’t much; although several doors opened up to reveal more sleeping chambers, all of them were quite empty. Touya was sure they must have been that way for a long time, maybe forever, but tracing a fingertip over one dresser collected no dust. Everything was spotlessly clean. Was that what the servants of the castle spent all their time doing?
He wandered for a while, but found nothing of interest and eventually made his way back to the stairs. Something about the layout didn’t seem right, and Touya thought about all those fantasy books his sister loved so much. The lord of the castle always had the highest bedroom, shared his floor with no one. Yue’s bedchambers were larger and fancier than any of the others, in addition to the balcony with its stunning view, but it didn’t seem right that there were so many other rooms on the same level.
Touya clinked his way down the stairs and continued his explorations, for the first time really noticing the beautiful artwork that graced every hall. There were paintings, some of them small and some of them vast murals, but there were also sculptures, and elegantly wrought chandeliers dripping with crystals. It was more wealth than Touya had ever dreamed existed in the world.
A few more doors here and there opened onto rooms, all equally clean but obviously unused. The handful of servants that rattled around in this place must all live lower down; for what did Yue need of all this space? For hours Touya wandered this floor and then the one below it, until he came upon the grand central staircase. He recognized it well enough; it was part of the route he took to his bath every morning. It was also the way to the room where he dined with Sakura, and probably also the great hall where she slept in her cage.
Touya suffered a pang of guilt when he realized she was probably locked in that gilded birdcage right now, watching the world go by through bars while he exercised his newfound freedom. He should go find her, keep her company. He lowered one foot to the first step and then hesitated. Not to go beyond the great stair, he’d said, or the privelege would be withdrawn.
Yue won’t know, he told himself, but his feet didn’t move forward. Did he forbid Touya from crossing this boundary just to keep him and Sakura apart? Touya didn’t like that thought, but upon looking down he realized it was a pointless restriction anyway. Still wearing his chains, Touya was not about to seek his little sister’s company. Yue most likely knew that, and also knew that Touya wouldn’t risk further exploration on the off-chance that he happened upon Sakura. Swearing a little under his breath, Touya turned away from the stairs.
He spent the rest of the daylight hours nosing around the upper floors of the castle, which were decidedly more complex than he’d have ever guessed. Small and random staircases led from one floor to the next and then ended, creating a fascinating vertical maze of corridors that in of themselves twisted and turned illogically. Touya suspected it was because the castle was broken up into individual buildings that didn’t necessarily connect smoothly on every floor, and this he confirmed by studying the exterior from the occasional small balcony. He was looking for the library that Ralen had mentioned, days earlier, but what he finally found attracted his interest all the same.
It was a door, a large wooden one, elaborately engraved with abstract symbols he’d never seen. What was interesting about it was that it refused to open, unlike all of the other doors Touya had tried that day. Again he turned the wrought-iron knob and put his shoulder to the wood, but there was no give.
It wasn’t like the magically sealed doors that kept him prisoner in Yue’s bedroom; the motion of the knob convinced Touya that the door was merely locked, and what’s more, had been that way for some time. When he drew his hand away it was covered in dust, and it was the same for the marble steps under his feet. He’d followed them up from one particular corridor, when he saw them curving out of sight, in the hopes they would lead somewhere interesting. But instead they ended here, or perhaps continued on past this unexpected obstacle. Curious, Touya retreated to a balcony he’d passed earlier and leaned over the rail, craning his neck up and trying to piece exterior images with interior. One lone tower immediately attracted his attention, rising straight and smooth to the sky. Those curving stairs, did they lead up into it? Why was it locked when no other room was, for all their valuables, why unkept when the remainder of the castle was spotless?
Finally Touya noticed the sky above the castle was turning pink with sunset. Yue warned him to return by evening, he should get back.
So he could play his part as the dutiful slave?
Touya ignored the prideful thought, sure that this new freedom would only be snatched away again if he failed to return. With some urgency he retraced his steps, but the castle that made for such fascinating exploration was easy to get lost in. Touya was naturally good with direction, but he’d been so distracted by the rich surroundings he hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to the path under his feet. Moving as quickly as he could in his chains he traveled down one corridor and then up a flight of stairs, recognizing his surroundings but still unsure how to get back to his starting point.
The minutes were ticking by and Touya growled with frustration, becoming more anxious with every step. He’d just decided that this wasn’t the right way, turned around, and almost collided with Yue.
Startled, Touya flinched and stepped backward, almost tripping and falling over his own chains. Where did he come from? Yue said nothing, as usual, studying Touya intently while the other tried to get his breath back. You won’t like it if I have to come find you, he’d said, and nervously Touya wondered what that meant.
“I was trying- I got lost,” he muttered stiffly, doubtful that Yue would accept the excuse. Yue pressed one finger under his chin and lifted it, forcing direct eye contact. He didn’t look angry. If anything, he seemed surprised.
“Astonishing.”
“That I got lost?”
“Two days and you’ve completely recovered. It seems I made the correct decision.”
It was true, with all his activity Touya felt more like his old self than he had since coming to the castle. “I’d feel even better if you let me go,” he couldn’t resist pointing out. Yue’s eyes darkened, momentarily.
“I suppose I will have to take your word on that.” He released his nominal grip on Touya’s face and glanced at a nearby diamond-paned window. Outside, the sky was streaked with pink and gold. “Dinner is soon, if you don’t want to miss it then I suggest you hurry.”
Without another glance in his direction Yue opened the closest door and walked through, then shut it behind him. When Touya tried the knob, it refused to turn.
“Son of a bitch,” Touya breathed, when he realized what the implications were. Sakura had begged him not to miss another dinner, and now he just might. No wonder Yue said he wouldn’t like it. Heart beating faster, he started walking again.

Relaxing in his chair, Yue watched the sky outside darken, the gold in the west retreating before the dusky blue in the east. He wasn’t going to make it, that much Yue was sure of. Perhaps when he’d missed another dinner with his sister he’d learn to keep his wanderings closer to Yue’s bedroom. Expecting Ralen to knock at his door any moment, he was mildly surprised to hear his voice come from his magical gem instead.
“My lord?”
Yue placed his palm over the smooth blue stone. “What is it?” Something about the servant’s tone sounded uncertain, and confused.
“Did you know that your slave -”
“I’m not his slave,” he heard Touya mutter somewhere in the background.
“- was hanging about by the grand staircase? He said you gave him permission to wait for me here.”
Yue lifted his eyebrows just slightly. “Clever boy.”
“My lord?”
“It’s true, Ralen, there’s no cause to be concerned. Take him to dinner as usual and then return him to my room.”
“Yes, my lord.” Yue could picture Touya’s defiant smirk and almost smiled at the image. It was true that Yue never stipulated he must return to the room for dinner, and when he found the staircase he must have realized it would be easier to wait for Ralen than try and find the room. But it was still Yue’s preference that Touya be waiting for him in his chambers, and he would have to reinforce that.
Amazing though, what a little freedom had done for his countenance. Yue stood and left his room for the balcony, enjoying the fresh but cool evening. To think that locking him up in a room for just a few days nearly killed him – Yue had taken his rapid deterioration as a sign of frailty. But Touya’s equally rapid recovery, accomplished with nothing but a little fresh air and a chance to move his legs, forced Yue to admit he’d been quite wrong.
His slave was anything but frail. There was a strength in him that he’d hardly begun to tap, the strength that must have kept him going when he tracked his sister here from those distant mountains. And now he was here, caught in Yue’s grasp, daring him with those rebellious black eyes. He begged to be broken. And still Yue had hardly begun, first for the pleasure of anticipation and then out of necessity – but now Touya was healing. And it was becoming more difficult to wait.
One more day, he decided, that was reasonable. Yue had never been one to rush something, had never even been tempted to. In one more day, Touya would become fully his.

Thanks to his musings, Yue lost track of time and was only just changing into his robe when Touya returned from dinner later. This time he dropped to the floor in front of Yue’s chair without being told to, and kept his eyes strictly on the fire.
“You disobeyed me today, slave,” he chided. “I told you I expected you to be in my room come evening.”
“And I told you, I got lost.”
“You should not have wandered so far.”
“Well you shouldn’t have built such a big castle,” Touya retorted, looking Yue’s way at last. Yue’s heart skipped a beat at the flippant words and he had to look away, quickly.
“For your first day I shall be lenient. In the future, you can expect punishment.”
Touya scowled and looked away again. Yue’s hand closed over his elegant wrought silver hairbrush, preparing to loosen his plait, but then changed his mind.
“For now, slave, I would like you to brush my hair.”
Touya’s head jerked up, disbelieving disgust all over his expression. “No way.”
Yue’s response was to slap his brush into his palm, hard, and Touya flinched. “Do it,” Yue ordered coldly, leaving no room for disobedience in his tone.
His slave read the implications and chose submission over humiliation. Grudgingly Touya got to his knees and Yue reclined in his chair, loosening his plait and sweeping his floor-length silver hair over the arm. Glowering, Touya shuffled to that side of the chair and accepted the brush. Without any direction on Yue’s part he began at the bottom, gathering a handful and running the brush through the strands.
Yue closed his eyes, reveling in the pleasure of every touch of the brush, his lips parting as he exhaled. Silently and steadily Touya moved upward, one long smooth stroke after another. For an uncultured peasant his slave was quite good at this, and Yue decided that the boy would always tend to his hair in the evenings. No slave had done this before, but somehow the thought of Touya doing it was very appealing. Languidly Yue stroked himself.
One more day…
The brush whispered through his hair, moving higher. It was too much, too tempting, his defiant slave kneeling beside him and performing such a servile task. With every touch of his calloused fingertips Yue felt a response stirring in his body, and the resolution to wait at least another day slipping away. Touya had healed from his sickness, he’d proved his resilience, he was ready. Yue was more than ready. Was he not the master of his slave?
When Touya had almost reached his shoulders he turned, covering the boy’s hand with his own and halting the motion of the brush.
“I will have you tonight,” he murmured breathily. Right away it was obvious that his slave didn’t even know what that meant, his dark eyes uncertain and fearful. Touya licked his lips nervously and tried to pull his hand away, but Yue’s grip only tightened.
“Let me go.”
Without answering Yue took the brush and laid it aside, then released Touya’s manacles with a wave of his hand. He stood, which meant Touya had to stand too, and without success he tried to wrest himself free.
“Let me go,” he repeated, more urgently, backing away from Yue as best as he could. In repsonse Yue merely stepped forward, not loosening his grip.
“Do not resist me, slave,” Yue warned. “If you struggle, it will only hurt more.”
“What will hurt more?”
His innocence was so appealing, in contrast to his fierce independence, and Yue did not answer. He only smiled one of his rare smiles, which prompted his slave to back up again. Patiently Yue followed, directing his slave across the room until Touya backed into Yue’s bed and sat down rather heavily upon it. Only then did Yue release his grip, but with his body trapping Touya’s legs against the bed the human did not try to get away. Gripping a handful of the luxurious covers in each fist, he watched Yue pull free his sash and disrobe. The white satin hit the floor with a sigh and Touya quickly turned his head, glaring determinedly at the corner of the bed.
“Still so shy, after all you have tasted of me?” Yue queried, cupping his slave’s jaw and turning his face back. “How can a slave be so proud and so modest?”
“I’m not a slave,” Touya muttered in answer, jerking his head out of Yue’s grasp.
“Remove your shirt.”
Touya, of course, didn’t move and Yue leaned down to do it for him. The moment he touched him his slave tried to bolt, pushing his hands against the bed and throwing himself to the side. But he simply wasn’t a match for Yue’s reflexes and he caught Touya’s arm easily, stripping off the loose shirt while his captive squirmed and fought.
Yue subdued him with little effort, forcing him back onto the bed and then covering his body with his own, pinning his wrists to the sheets.
“Get off me!” Touya snarled, pushing up against Yue without success. His breathing had gone raspy with panic and his eyes flashed with fury. Yue found it an intoxicating combination and lowered his head, inhaling his masculine scent.
“Are you afraid, slave?”
“No!” Touya bit out, a little too quickly.
“You should be.” Yue’s tongue trailed over his flesh, licking and teasing his tanned chest, before he traced a path up to his neck. Just under the skin his slave’s pulse was going fast and hard, hot with adrenaline and irresistable. Yue closed his lips over the flesh and bit, which elicited a startled grunt from Touya. Another thrill of pleasure shot through him and Yue increased his suction, rubbing his erection against the hardening length underneath him. Panting, Touya arched his back and moaned.
Yue withdrew from the neck and examined the dark bruise he’d left there. “I’ve marked you as my own,” he whispered, just over his ear. “You’re mine now.”
“I’m not,” was the equally low-pitched reply. “Don’t belong to anyone.”
“Tonight that changes.”
Yue licked along the edge of Touya’s ear and then closed his lips over the lobe, tasting him. He did not miss the sharp intake of breath, underneath him, felt his slave arch his back again. However he might deny it, he felt this pleasure too.
Taking his time about it, Yue brought Touya’s wrists together over his head so he could pin them with one hand. His slave did not make another break for freedom, his head tilted back against the sheets and eyes closed, chest heaving with every ragged breath. Yue knew perfectly well what he was doing; he was trying to keep his body under control by distracting his mind. This bothered him not at all, though he wouldn’t tell his slave that. Touya’s efforts never succeeded, but they did prolong the enjoyment.
Yue pulled the knot in his pants free and reached inside, softly stroking at first, then cupping and squeezing more forcefully. Touya bucked and moaned again, which allowed Yue to pull his pants completely free of his hips. Skillfully Yue continued to fondle and stroke him, aiding and abetting things with the occasional caress of his tongue, until his erection was weeping in readiness and well past the point of no return.
It was inevitable, now, Touya did not even react when Yue released his grip.
“You want it,” he said softly, “then finish it. Touch yourself for me.” Tenderly he took Touya’s hand in his own and guided it to take his place, demonstrating how to pleasure himself before letting go. And Touya did not disappoint, groaning and thrusting into his own hand. No doubt he was unaware of his actions, but that didn’t interfere with Yue’s enjoyment. The sight of that lean, dark body under his, pumping so frantically, was enough to make him suck his breath in.
“Beautiful,” he sighed, just softly enough that his slave wouldn’t hear. While he was occupied, Yue opened his wardrobe with a wave of the hand and floated his vial of oil across the room, tipping a small amount into his palm. Never once taking his eyes off Touya, he coated himself in it. An abrupt hitch in his breathing signaled release, and then his slave climaxed with a groan.
Watching him nearly brought Yue to completion right then and there, but somehow he kept himself in check. He took only another moment to savor Touya’s shuddering body, then turned him over onto his face. Still returning to awareness, he uttered a muffled grunt but did not resist. Softly Yue traced his lips across his back, dropping a light kiss here and there, and then with well-oiled fingers he slipped inside.
At once Touya woke up with a yelp, writhing and clawing at the sheets under him to get away. Yue held him in place with one hand.
“Shh.”
“What are you doing? Stop it!”
“I’m preparing you.”
“No!” With unexpected strength his slave fought free of Yue’s grip and almost got away; Yue had to shove him back down onto the covers and pinion both his wrists behind his back before he could resume his task.
“I told you not to resist me, slave, you don’t want to make it worse.”
“I’m not your slave! Let me go!”
Yue curled his hand around Touya’s shoulder and pulled him upright, to his knees, pressing his dark body against Yue’s. Like this he could feel his slave’s rapid heartbeat, felt every panicked breath and every ripple of his muscles as he squirmed. Cupping his jaw in one hand and holding his head in place, Yue brushed his lips over Touya’s ear.
“Beg,” he whispered, “and I promise to be gentle.”
Touya swallowed, and gulped another mouthful of air. The echo of his frantic breathing seemed to fill the room.
“I never beg.”
Yue’s hand slipped down over his chest and grasped his hip. “Very well.”
And with one sure thrust he penetrated. Even with the oil it must have hurt, and Touya cried out in pure anguish.
“Ohhh…” Yue sighed, and pushed himself in deeper. Touya jerked against Yue’s restraint and cried again, this time cutting himself short. Even now he was trying so hard to salvage his pride, biting back his screams and suffering in silence. Yue marveled at the boy’s strength of will but he didn’t hold back, already enraptured by his virginal slave’s tight grip.
“You are lovely, slave,” he murmured, “you fit me perfectly.”
Gasping for breath and swallowing his whimpers, Touya did not answer. When he’d buried himself completely Yue paused, and simply held his trembling slave close for a few moments. For all his brave words he was so afraid, and in so much pain right now, and that made Yue feel oddly protective of him. Such determination could not be cast aside lightly.
Eventually Yue began to thrust, keeping his slave pinned to his body with an arm around his waist though Touya was no longer fighting. And with every renewed plunge Yue’s intoxicating delight deepened; this proud and fierce creature from the mountains belonged to him now, was his to mount and take whenever he wished. It was the sweetest domination Yue had enjoyed in a long time.
Still keeping Touya’s wrists pinioned together in a tight grip, Yue pushed between his shoulder blades and forced his face to the bedcovers. The posture of complete subjugation allowed even deeper penetration, and this time Touya swallowed something more like a sob. Coming on top of the exquisite sex, the sound was just enough to bring Yue to a climax. Closing his eyes in bliss, Yue released inside his slave and loosened his hold on him entirely, allowing Touya to collapse on the bedsheets below.
He didn’t move, even to roll over, and only lay there pale and shivering. Something in Yue softened at the sight, and since it was obvious his slave was not up to the task of cleaning himself, he summoned a clean cloth and did it himself. At every gentle touch his slave cringed and shrank into the bedcovers, a pitiful picture. Finally Yue activated the bubble magic that lived in this room, forestalling any need for human servants’ cleaning. Tiny white bubbles washed over Touya’s damp skin and then went to work on the bedcovers, and when the boy was clean Yue attempted to gather him up in his arms.
“No!” he yelped, with surprising volume, frantically pushing himself away. “No, get away from me! Don’t touch me!”
“You needn’t fear me, slave, I’m finished with you for the night.” Yue said the words calmly, despite the uncomfortable twinge triggered by his slave’s violent reaction. No slave had ever pushed him away afterwards, even broken virgins. Smothering the boy’s resistance, he pinned Touya’s wrists together and then scooped him up, carrying him back to the fireplace. Whether he actually needed to be chained up for the night Yue was not sure; he collapsed limply against the floor as soon as Yue released him and did not move.
“I…” Touya breathed shallowly, “hate… you.” But it was better to be safe, and he refastened the manacle around the post. Generously, he did not return his slave’s handcuffs. This would be enough.
At his command the fire subsided. And still Yue did not back away, simply drinking in the sight of his acquisition. He’d been unable to wait after all, how strange. But Yue didn’t regret it in the slightest, it was perfect in every detail.
Already he wanted more.

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