Slave Dance by Samantha Cayto

Author:Samantha Cayto [Cayto, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay erotic romance
ISBN: 9781786516909
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Published: 2018-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

All the way to the bedroom, Jase kept telling himself to stop being such a baby. Master had been patient so far with him, but that wouldn’t last forever. He’d kindly stayed with him when the police officer had asked him hard, painful questions—questions that the man seemed genuinely interested in getting answers to. It hadn’t felt like a trap, something designed to get Jase to say the wrong thing and for which punishment would be administered. The man hadn’t touched Jase once, hadn’t shoved his cock down Jase’s throat or bent Jase over the table for a fucking. What was more, Jase believed that if the man had tried, Master would have stopped him. It was ridiculous to have such faith in anyone, let alone a monster. And still, against all reason, he did.

“Here we are.” Master’s voice sounded so cheery as he carried Jase into the bedroom.

A quick peek confirmed it was the same one he’d slept in the night before. Master’s, not some new place where he might be alone. Again, that shouldn’t be comforting because it meant sex. That was never an experience to welcome. It was debasing at best and excruciating at worst. While he had a feeling Master would be kind to him, there would be nothing to do about his size and how ill-equipped Jase’s body would be to accommodate it. He couldn’t bring himself to imagine what kind of huge dick Master had. Everything about him was ginormous. That part had to be as well. And Jase had spent the day without a plug in his ass to keep him stretched out. This night might be as painful for him as the very first time.

So, yeah, he should be scared and desperate to maybe run downstairs to see if the cop was still there and his offer for sanctuary was real. He wasn’t, and he had no interest in fleeing, either. Part of that was years of hard-learned lessons that escape was impossible. A bigger part, though, was this perverse sense that there was no better or safer place than Master’s arms.

Master didn’t toss Jase on the bed as he expected. Instead, he gently set him on his feet and released his hold before stepping back. “How’s that? Feeling all right?”

Jase nodded. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry I got so upset. And I’m sorry I forgot not to call you Master in the kitchen.”

“That’s okay. I understand. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you, Master.” Shit. “Thank you, Master Emil,” he corrected himself.

Because he had his gaze downward like a good slave, he couldn’t see Master’s expression. He thought he heard a frustrated sigh but couldn’t be sure. It was faint and Master was already moving away.

He didn’t leave, though. He went to sit in a chair in the far corner. The piece of furniture was oversized, like everything else in the room. It accommodated the large man with ease, giving him a comfortable amount of space to sprawl. There was even a spot left where a small human could curl beside him, if permitted.

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