Genres: Gay, GLBT, Science Fiction
Collections: A Slave's Desire
Editor(s): Rylan Hunter
Cover Designer(s): Siol na Tine
Cover Art Credits: Photos from Vasiliy Koval at Dreamstime and Yeko Photo Studio at Shutterstock.
Production Editor(s): Erika L. Firanc
Length: Short Story (4,000 Words)
Publication Date: October 15, 2013
Serialization Date: January 1, 2018
Archive(d) on January 8, 2018
Tags: bdsm, bloodplay, Hojer series, Inherent Gifts series, m/m, Short Story
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Jere was naked, and he felt a chill through his body, causing the fine hair on his legs and arms to stand up, and he shivered.
Matthias stretched out on top of him, pressing his warmth into him, not to mention his erection. “Are you cold, dear?”
“A little,” Jere admitted. Matthias always kept it chilly at his flat, despite not seeming to care about conserving money. Jere had resigned himself to the fact that his mentor liked it cold.
“Hmm, that can’t distract you from this,” Matthias decided. He took the knife, flipped it so the handle was on the bottom, and placed it into Jere’s mouth, so that the blade was up in the air. “Hold this.”
Jere cursed himself for not seeing it coming. Matthias knew damn well that he hated gags, hated anything but a cock in his mouth, really, but he always liked to push those edges. More often than not, Jere enjoyed the challenges, but he thought they had discussed this before, and it unsettled him that Matthias would do it again. Jere debated for a moment spitting it out, but the knife was rather heavy, and having something sharp and pointy so near his eyes was rather unnerving… no, he’d just wait.
Matthias was back in seconds, a small electric heater in tow. Where he got it, Jere had no idea, and how he could afford to run the thing with the cost of electricity was something he could never understand. But, as it blew warm air over his skin, he didn’t care.
Matthias pulled the knife from his mouth, raising his eyebrows in fake surprise at Jere’s frown. He trailed a hand over Jere’s chest. “Sorry, but you just look too cute with something in your mouth, my dear. I couldn’t resist.” Even as he said it, his hand dipped down across Jere’s stomach, lightly palming his cock, and Jere couldn’t help but moan against it. “I didn’t put you off our fun, did I?”
Jere forgot about the knife in his mouth, ready to devote his attention to the pleasure he would much rather be feeling. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feelings in his body. “Suck me,” he mumbled, writhing under the touch. He felt it was only fair.
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