Book 2 of the Taming the Fighter series!
Jackal, once a fighter in the slave
pits, has been transformed at the hands of his seductive master to
become the perfect pleasure slave.
With quick fingers, dark whispers, and
soft lips, Seliun has managed to make sure Jackal is quick to kneel
at his feet and meet his every demand. Yet his training isn't
complete, and his master is ready to keep pushing his limits.
Is Jackal ready to follow every
direction given, or are there some things he wishes would never be
asked?
This 9,100 word M/M story is full of
themes such as BDSM, male slavery, gay sex, anal plugs and orgasm
denial, as well as exhibition, anal play, rough sex and a touch of
romance.
FOR ADULTS ONLY
Excerpt:
The slave turned,
trying to keep his face calm as he eyed the way Seliun was propped up
against the wall. That smiling face was ever relaxed, always
sparkling with some dark mystery and wordless promise that managed to
both thrill, and worry, Jackal.
“Master
Seliun,” he bowed his head, black strands brushing his own jaw
line. The other man was still wearing the silken robes from earlier,
and as he drew close to Jackal, he held his arms to the sides.
“Undress
me.”
It was the first
time he had been asked to do such a thing, and it gave Jackal pause.
Still, there seemed nothing nefarious about the request, and he
closed the gap, mere inches away from his master. Carefully, as if
the man before him might vanish, or worse, attack, Jackal coiled his
fingers in the buttery fabric.
Seliun smiled,
watching him with his piercing stare, inhaling deeply, loud enough
for the other man to hear. Knowing his master was enjoying his scent,
Jackal blushed, fumbling to slide the robes off of those elegantly
formed limbs. The red head spoke, a mulled whisper that sank into the
slave's bones. “Your first time undressing a man?”
“Yes,”
Jackal curled the clothing in his hands, holding it as he tried not
to gaze too longingly at the shape of his master's sternum. It was
sharp, and led the eye down that smooth chest.
“I
like being your first, in many things.” Seliun purred, bending down
so that his forehead touched Jackal's, a strangely intimate gesture.
Taking the robes from the other man, Seliun tossed them aside
absently, his tone deep as the sea. “I look forward to discovering
more of your innocence.”
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