Anchored by Rachel Haimowitz

Author:Rachel Haimowitz [Haimowitz, Rachel]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: Gay erotica, m/m, gay erotic romance, M/M erotic romance, M/M Alternative Universe Erotic Romance, slavery, NY, Noble Romance Publishing, New York, AU, Rachel Haimowitz, male/male, male/male erotic, Alternative Universe, male/male erotic romance, M/M erotica
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Daniel awoke perhaps an hour later, sweaty and sore, the master plastered to him like a sheet of hot, heavy cellophane. He stretched carefully, trying to ease his way out from under the arm and leg wrapped over him without waking the master, or at least to roll onto his back and kick the covers off, but it seemed the master was too light a sleeper.

"What'd I say about fidgeting," the master half grumbled, half slurred. His arm tightened around Daniel's middle.

Daniel tensed, ventured a careful, "Sorry, master. I was hot."

The arm disappeared just long enough to flip back the bit of blanket covering Daniel, then returned. " Now can you hold still and let me sleep?"

"Yes, master," he said, even as his legs shuffled beneath the master's much heavier one, cramped from the weight and too much time spent in the same position.

He felt an angry sigh puff across the back of his neck. "What, you gotta piss or something?"

The master sounded more fully awake now, and also quite irritated. The hostility made Daniel wonder if he hadn't simply imagined that brief moment of affection last night after . . . well, after whatever the hell exactly that was. Sarcastic tirade? Angry masturbation session? Either way, he figured himself lucky to have come out of it without any new bruises. Unless the ones to his ego counted; if the master really felt that way about him, why'd he bother to lease him?

The fingers resting on his stomach clenched, curling in with warning force. "You plan on answering me sometime before the end of the year?"

Shit. He'd forgotten the question. "I . . . ." He hedged, thinking furiously back.

What the hell was wrong with him? Sure it'd been a long night, a fucking eternal weekend, but that was no excuse for— Oh. Bathroom. Right. "Sorry, yes," he lied, seeking escape, however brief, from the clutches of the prickly man behind him.

The master let loose another sigh, and Daniel swore he could hear the accompanying eye roll. But the arm and leg atop him disappeared, and then a hand between his shoulder blades gave him a not-so-gentle nudge that re-awoke the pain of fading bruises. "Hurry up. Goddamn half-million-dollar cuddle, I damn well plan to enjoy it."

It didn't seem to Daniel that the master was enjoying much of anything just now—in fact, a quick glimpse of the master's face in the early light revealed not just irritation but also, he thought, disgust. Obviously, the man was furious with him. The

"half-million-dollar cuddle" felt possessive and greedy, and also deliberately punitive, even a little cruel, as if the master knew it was the last thing Daniel wanted. It was equally possible, of course, that the master couldn't give a damn what Daniel wanted and simply meant to take at least a little of what he'd paid so much for, angry or not.

Whatever the case, Daniel was glad to be away from it, even if only for a few moments.

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