Razor by Candace Blevins

Author:Candace Blevins [Blevins, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07BHTMQGN
Publisher: Excessica
Published: 2018-03-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Razor

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Bud drove us back to his place, with Nickie on the passenger seat up front, and Matty sitting between me and Beau in the back. Nicole had sat back here on the way to the club while I sat up front, but my boy was still in subspace and needed me to hold him.

She’d put a full-faced hood onto Beau and locked his cuffs together in his lap after she secured his seatbelt. He’d get aftercare later, apparently. He’d worn a black suit with a grey vest under the jacket, a white shirt, and a black tie to the club. It made him look like a stodgy butler, and I assumed it was his standard uniform when he needed to be clothed. He’d put them back on for the return home, and the black full-faced hood looked like an anachronism with the suit. I noted he took the clothes off on the front porch, before he entered the house, the hood still on, though Nickie had opened his eye-holes so he could see. He put the suit on a hanger and carried it to a closet near the door, and Bud locked the door once the clothes were in. It seemed the full-time slave needed permission to access his wardrobe.

I knew he was dressed when they had parties, but that the MC brothers were used to seeing him in just the cock cage when they came. All brothers and ol’ladies knew they could ask for food or drink from him, but any other conversation wasn’t allowed. Beau had asked that he not have to hold a conversation with strangers as part of his contract, and both Bud and Nickie were quick to shield him from having to do so. He was never alone when outside of the house, and since he handled yard maintenance, cooking, and cleaning, there was no need for him to have to interact with staff. During the weeks he was busy and wasn’t available for yard duty, Bud either mowed it himself or sent a prospect to his house to do it.

They were giving a submissive with extreme social anxiety a safe space. He wanted his cock locked away, needed structure, and had been looking for a way to use his education within a slave role. He was required to follow orders of Doms they let play with him, but was never required to speak to them beyond acknowledging orders, which was why they’d put the gag in his mouth while I fisted him. I could ask yes or no questions, but nothing that required more of an answer while I worked on him.

Under normal circumstances, fisting requires ultimate trust between partners, but Nickie had stretched his ass so much, Beau was an exception to the rule and it’d been fine for me to have my arm up his ass without any kind of relationship between us.

I was going to wait before I started working towards getting my fist into my boy. If we did everything now, we’d have nothing to look forward to.

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