Catch up with last week's tease.
Thank you for all your encouragements last week with my short story. I completed the story in time and submitted it. I'll let you know when I get some news.
In the meantime, I've got another teaser from the same story as last week. It is titled Sicario and it's a prequel to the Worlds End series.
In last week's tease, Lexan had just bought Enzo in a slave auction. This week, things are about to flip around between them.
I hope you enjoy it. It's still a first draft so pardon any errors.
I watched as Lexan stared out at the ocean, the light breeze fluttering the hair across his face. He was a striking man, with the high cheekbones and lush lips I've been craving to kiss. Not to mention the trim athletic body beneath the linen shirt and trousers. A body I'd encountered in several lusty dreams recently. Why would someone so young and beautiful lock himself away from the world?
"It must be lonely living out here on your own," I voiced my thoughts.
Pushing strands behind his ears, he turned to me, a sad smile curling the corner of his mouth. "I'm not alone any more. I have you, Enzo."
Body cold, my heart clenched. I wanted to reach out to him. Instead, I curled my fingers around the wine glass. "Look, buying a slave just so you can have company isn't right. You should know this."
In the blink of an eye, his expression shuttered and he stood, turning his back to me. "I may have paid for you. But I've never treated you like a slave."
True. In the moments when I forgot my life before now—those moments were becoming too frequent—I felt as if I enjoyed one of those exclusive, luxurious getaways I'd seen advertised. The only downer remained my inability to leave the island.
He walked a few steps away and turned around. His eyes blazed, steel blades catching the sunlight. "Who exactly is the slave? I'm the one who does everything for you." He waved his right hand at me. "I've even offered my body to you and you rejected me. I—"
"Hang on a minute," I cut him off, rising to my feet as I returned the glass to the table. Talking to him from the lower angle reminded me of my weeks with Kazuyo and I didn't like the feeling of helplessness it brought out. We stood a couple of feet apart. Meeting his gaze at an equal level, I felt in control. "When exactly did you offer yourself to me?"
"But…" I drew back, my brain scrambling. "You were inviting me to fuck you?"
"Yes, I'd never think about topping you. Not unless it was what you wanted."
"What?" The sudden rush of blood southward almost disabled my thinking ability. Hang on. Since when did masters let their slaves fuck them?
"Remember the first morning when I met you drinking coffee," he said, taking a step in my direction. "I told you that you were free to use anything in this place for your pleasure."
Jerking my head back, I gaped at him. The surge of blood in my veins whooshed loud in my ears. He couldn’t know what he was saying."That offer included you?"
"Yes and it still stands." He went down on his knees, placing his hands on my thighs.
Breath rushed out of me as if he'd punched my lungs. This couldn’t be happening. I should step away. End this. But I couldn’t move.
Despite everything, I wanted this. Craved him.
His eyes flickered over my face, as he said in a soft voice, "Use me."
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