Hitting All the Right Bottoms
What Kevin got right now was a view of Petey’s ass, the cheeks cupped by a taut stretch of white lace peeking out beneath the red satin of his robe. Beyond Petey was Marcus and his covetous eyes, eating up the beauty that was Kevin’s boyfriend, anticipating what he was about to do to it.
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The Devil surveyed the man in front of him: slim, short, blond, powerlessly naked against the looming bulk he’d assumed for purposes of intimidation, but not intimidated. The man–Gavriel, his paperwork said–stood strong but not defiant with his hands clasped behind his back and his head down, sneaking little peeks[…]
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He fastens the cuffs around my wrists, right one first. I’m right handed, so when my right hand is immobilized I feel immediately restricted, then doubly restricted when the left is immobilized too. He always does the right one first, whether we’re standing or lying, in bed or on the[…]
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