Boy (The Training House #2)
“When I wake up, the hazy amber light streaming in through the top half of the stall door, which has been left open, tells me the sun is setting. It occurs to me that there are probably other slaves in the stalls close to ours, that they heard us fucking, heard Aimée coming, sobbing, screaming. I know what it is to be in such a position, how it makes your body thrum with jealousy, with the need to come that can be so intense it feels like your skin is burning, as if you need to tear it from your... body simply to get some relief. Or maybe that’s just me. I’ve done those things to myself. There were times when I needed it.
Aimée stretches, yawns, and I hand her the water bottle. She drinks obediently. She does everything obediently. Almost. There’s just enough fire in her to let me know she is no mindless sheep of a slave, which is something one often finds in this crazy, kinky world of ours. Some slaves have been in it too long, have lost themselves so completely there’s nothing left of them.MoreLess
Aimée stretches, yawns, and I hand her the water bottle. She drinks obediently. She does everything obediently. Almost. There’s just enough fire in her to let me know she is no mindless sheep of a slave, which is something one often finds in this crazy, kinky world of ours. Some slaves have been in it too long, have lost themselves so completely there’s nothing left of them.MoreLess
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