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challenge. I purr and hold him, rocking softly. I won t let him break.
Master. The tear-stained face raises to mine, begging a kiss.
I give it to him, as in need of the connection as he is. My tongue fills him mouth, slides
through it, taking him. He sobs, pushing against my chest, giving himself to me. I have one hand
on his ass, the other behind his head, careful of his back, of the welts I put there. He s shaking,
shuddering, pushing against me. I purr and pet and kiss, shifting so I m lying on the floor, his
body stretched out on me.
It s natural and easy to just pull out the plug and push in, taking that sweet ass. Quiet and
calm against me, he just lets me in deep, lets me have him.
My lovely boy. I fuck him with slow, deep thrusts, his body so tight and hot around
me.
Yours. Your own. He licks my skin, groaning softly, loving on me.
Yes. My hips keep moving, bringing us together again and again, my hands sliding
along his arms, his sides, squeezing his ass cheeks. He moans, shifting, riding me as he tries to
avoid any burn.
Accept it, lovely, take the pain. You know you love it. I slide one hand gently along his
back. Nat whimpers, entire body rippling around me, squeezing my cock. That s it, lovely,
that s it.
Groaning, I move faster, harder, thrusting up into him with enough force to rock him
now.
I need. He rolls, biting my shoulder. I growl, fingers digging into his back. His scream
is luscious, hips slapping down toward me. Please.
I flip him onto his back, driving into him as hard as I can, just slamming our bodies
together. His fingers dig into my shoulders, entire body begging and flushed, eyes focused on
me. I know that he needs to come, but I make him wait, thrust wildly until I m panting, the
pleasure crawling up my back like a wild cat. Finally I give it to him, the command rough.
Come.
Heat sprays against my belly, Nat sobbing with it. His body milks my cock, pulls my
pleasure from me and I scream his name out, as I fill him. Nat curls toward me, panting,
moaning, shivering.
I roll again, bringing him on top of me, bringing relief to his back, and I hold him,
whisper to him. So good, lovely. Such a wonderful boy. You make me so proud.
Love you, Richmond. I m so tired. So tired of worrying and thinking. He cuddles,
relaxed and easy against me.
Then tell me, lovely. You don t have to carry any load alone. Tell me.
You won t tell anyone? Even if you want to?
Not for our agreed upon deadline, Nat. I won t tell for forty-eight hours. He ll tell me
and I ll keep the secret because he cannot carry it alone.
There s a top, a customer. I think he s drugging the house subs, using Risque and then
threatening them if they tell, saying he ll make Mal test them, throw them out.
Fury goes through me at his words. That someone would do that, here. That the house
subs, spoiled and bratty though they can be, sweet and wonderful as they are, being abused like
that, drugged.
They have to go to Mal, I tell him.
They re scared. The & the top has money, real money. Real power. That s why they
came to me. So I could find out, because he can t ask for me.
I tighten my arms around him. No. No one can have you. No one but me.
I shake my head. I know what I told him, but this man is a predator and he s in our home.
Nat, they have to tell Mal, they have to, before this man hurts anyone else. You and I will go
with them, him, whoever is brave enough to step up. We can t go another day, another moment
with this man in our midst.
Nat looks up. No. No, what if I m wrong? What if they re wrong? Two days, Richmond.
You promised.
What if they re wrong about what? About what s being done to them? Nat, giving the
subs Risque is not only illegal, it s dangerous. Mind-altering drugs can be a part of a scene, but
not against the sub s will, not without the proper safeguards and not with an illegal and
dangerous substance like Risque! What if one of them dies while we knew and did nothing?
I don t know. I think. I & I need proof.
I m not saying you should tell, I m saying they should. You or you and I can go as
moral support. We can t let this happen in our home, Nat. It s wrong. I m not going to back
down and I ll tell Mal what details I know if I have to and then he ll shut the whole club down
until the truth is found out and no one will be hurt.
You don t understand, Richmond. They re scared. Nat pulls away, shaking his head.
Two days.
Then I will ask Mal to close the subs down for the next two days.
Then he won t come in and I can t catch & Nat s mouth snaps shut.
I growl. You are not telling me you were hoping to bring this man down on your own?
I keep my voice calm, but I m furious.
Down? No. No, I just needed proof.
We ll let Mal find proof, I don t want you anywhere near this guy. I don t want anyone
near him. I get up and go to the cupboard to find the numbing spray for his back. We ll go see
Mal now. Nat doesn t have to say a word.
Nat shook his head, frowning. You gave me two days.
That s before I knew you were putting yourself in danger! Turn around. I spray the
antibiotic numbing cream on his back. The welts are beautiful and I m sorry this is taking away
from what should have been a long afterglow, but this is important. It s no wonder he s been
losing sleep. Think about it, Nat. Someone could get killed. Do you really think Mal won t
believe the subs? Do you think I wouldn t believe you? No you knew I would believe you when
you told me. This can t go on.
They won t back me up. No one will. They ll know I told, that I broke their confidence.
Mal will come up with something. Because I don t know what to say, what to do. Only
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