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Seemingly the perfect match for Sam's impulsive, reckless Sub, Hector soon shows signs of jealousy and need that go beyond what Sam might be able to give. With Hector's motivations called into doubt, Sam has to learn to trust, and to stop listening to the ideas Marcus has put in his head. Sam also has problems accepting his own nature, and his abilities, which leads to more chaos than he, or Hector, could have imagined.
Can Hector put aside his jealousy and his desperate desire to be all Sam needs? And can Sam learn that he's strong enough to let go of everything and immerse himself in the lifestyle he and Hector can achieve together?
Before leaving my apartment that night, I lit bundles of white sage at the altars of my Gods and offered up a pathetic plea that unlike every other time Joey and Brett dragged me out to a club, Marcus wouldn't stop me from meeting someone. Out there was a man who wanted to dominate a short, slim, farmboy gone bad. I needed to meet him.
And could the Gods make this dream guy someone who could easily overpower me in a naked wrestling match? Well hung, naturally. Don't forget the incredible bod.
My usual approach to sex was like a commando raid. Hit him up; get it on; get the hell out. Yet as I prayed, I was overwhelmed by the need for something more. I wanted hot sex, but craved a deep, spiritual bond. More than anything at that moment, I wished for a chance at Love.
Then my little lizard brain went right back to basics.
Someone who wouldn't take shit from me. Oh, yeah. A tall, muscular man with big hands. That fantasy worked, so I grabbed my dick. Spit, grasp, tug. A guy who could silence my mouth. Groan. A stern poppa who knew how to keep his boy under control. A leather-daddy who would tear at my untamable, black curls while he forced me to swallow his cock.
I sucked air between my clenched teeth.
Posted April 23, 2009
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