Christmas, Bloody Christmas by J M Dabney

Author:J M Dabney [Dabney, J M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hostile Whispers Press, LLC
Published: 2019-12-22T16:00:00+00:00

4

Harrison

Sir’s jaw clenched in a regular rhythm as Christmas music filled the cabin, and he watched me as I prepared breakfast. I tried to pretend calmness as I pictured the presents under the tree. The sheer number of them had shocked me when I came down that morning. My anticipation was great, but he had informed me in his calm voice that I would have to wait until after breakfast.

My pout had earned me a glare, and I’d shuffled off to the kitchen. I hadn’t expected to receive a lot of gifts from him. Not that he didn’t give me presents, he tried to make occasions special for me. In his own way he showed me he cared—that he valued that I belonged to him.

I finished making the food and plated everything, I carried them to the small table that was already set. I jumped as he came up behind me, and then moved to the side to set two coffee mugs and the pitcher of juice. He pulled out my chair and I sat down. I waited while he filled my glass.

“Eat.”

I ate my food and enjoyed every bite, but I knew he only consumed what I made him because it sustained his body. He considered his body’s requirements an inconvenience. Something he did only when we shared meals or I reminded him he needed to. I loved his lean frame and its surprising strength. His thinness was just natural for him, so I didn’t worry as much as I had in the past.

“How annoyed are you right now?” I asked as I lifted my glass and took a sip.

“Immensely, and glad this is only a once a year requirement.”

“It’s not that bad, just because you can’t kill anyone.”

“That’s not true.” His voice was solemn as he arched a brow as he glared at me.

I dropped my chin to my chest and concealed my smile. “It’s only been three days.” I was enjoying the break from washing him of blood and grime or burning his clothes. He’d buried his last job the day before, after the furnace had done all it could do.

“I’ve delayed contracts in order to be here.”

My assassin was cranky that he hadn’t tortured anyone in days, but I knew his kills calmed and grounded him when his mind was too chaotic.

“I know and I appreciate you subjecting yourself to the torture of making your boy happy.” I playfully pouted and his disgusted expression intensified.

“I make you happy every day,” he announced as he pushed his empty plate away and moved his coffee mug in front of him. “You love being my boy and whore; you’ve admitted it. Don’t pretend that you wouldn’t get on your knees and suck my cock at just the crook of my finger no matter where we were.”

My face heated as I finished my food and juice, then picked up my coffee. I was helpless to deny him. I loved the days of being chained to the floor of our bedroom, made to suck him off and forbidden to find my own release.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.