Will has no interest in women. He thinks them all animals to
be trained, beaten. It doesn't take him long to discover his preference for
men, but time and error reveal how wrong view toward women is. Before long, he
is able to separate the way he treats women, which is still horrific, from the
way he regards women, as fellow human beings.
How does a slave become an equal? What does it take for a
young man to see women in a new light?
In the fourth installment of her Blue Moon House series,
Angelica introduces Will, a slave boy from the early nineteenth century. You
can purchase Slave on
Amazon,
Smashwords, and
Naughty
Nights Press.
Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has
been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six
months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave
Taking” which were each included in anthologies.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging
collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her
blog. She is active on
Facebook and
Twitter.
She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot
longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her
love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards –
mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.
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Here is an excerpt from Slave:
Will waited in the room he had recently cleaned. It was
earlier than the vampires usually received their clients, but he was already in
the house. He was also eager. He had left this room until last, and had put
away his rags, mop and bucket, waiting for Nicholas.
“I didn’t hear you leave,” Nicholas said as he entered. “I
was tempted to rest longer and make you wait, but I don’t want to strain your
trust. Will, take off your clothes. When you are in this room, for any reason
other than cleaning it, you will remove your clothes. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” He shed his pants quickly, tossing them in
the corner. As usual, he hadn't worn a shirt.
“Good, now put your hands behind your back.”
Will obeyed, closing his eyes and trying to smooth his
breathing.
Nicholas moved around him and Will looked over his shoulder
but didn’t turn around. He heard wooden doors creak on their hinge, and then
felt ropes wrap his wrists. His cock, beginning to elongate from undressing,
stretched further.
“You like this?” Nicholas asked, the rope seeming to wind
more and more, all the way to his elbows.
“Yes, M-Master,” Will answered, stuttering.
“Good. Now kneel.”
Will had to be careful to get down on his knees without
falling on his face. He had no arms to brace himself with. He managed though,
and as soon as he had, Nicholas rounded him and attached a small leather sleeve
over his penis. He cinched it tight and Will experienced a new sensation. The
pull toward his tip, normally steadily met with a surge back, was halted. His penis
continued to fill, to throb, but none of his blood could come back.
“Master, I—”
“Silence,” Nicholas said. “Trust me, Will.” He bent over the
boy and licked up the side of his neck.
Will closed his eyes, enjoying the
tingle and tickle the vampire’s wet tongue made. He’d only begun to sigh, when
a pinch followed. Will cried out at the sudden piercing, then gasped at the
fire that sped from his wound to his belly, his nuts, his bound cock.
“Master!” he shouted. “I’m going to explode!”
“No you aren’t, Will. That ring won’t let you.” As soon as
Nicholas took his mouth from Will’s neck the fire began to subside. It was just
as Nicholas had told him, the heat of passion itself was in their bite.
Circling Will, Nicholas repeated his procedure on the other
side of Will’s neck. He screamed out again, the pain in his cock mounting as it
tried to release and was unable.
“Soon, Will, soon,” Nicholas promised, smoothing the boy’s
short curls, and tilting his head up for a kiss. Will happily accepted that,
catching his breath while filling his heart. He might not have an understanding
of love, but he was sure this was how it felt.
