Safeword

Safeword

by Samantha Cayto

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Overview

Safeword by Samantha Cayto

A dangerous game turns into unexpected pleasure…

Carter’s dream of running from his abusive family into the arms of the perfect Dom has been shattered. Virtually enslaved by a vicious arms dealer, he has to submit to any man his master gives him to.

Undercover agent Damien Crow is close to putting away the arms dealer he’s been hunting for years. All he has to do to gain the man’s trust is ‘play’ with the pretty boy with the frightened eyes and alluring corset piercing down his back. Being straight and not a practicing Dom, he has doubts he can pull off the effort. One look at his playmate changes his mind. The stakes are high, and he must put on a good show.

At first, Carter assumes Damien is just another brutal Dom to survive. But the big, brooding man reignites his passion and gives him something Carter hasn’t had in years—a safeword. It might be his last chance to enjoy being a sub and he embraces the role no matter what the consequences.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781786514431
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date: 08/23/2016
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 38
Sales rank: 270,801
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.

She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her children don't understand why they can't read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to choreograph a scene.

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Copyright © Samantha Cayto 2016. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.

“Here he is now, your toy for the weekend. I’m sure you’ll find Carter quite enjoyable.”

Carter suppressed the shudder running down his spine. He heard the warning in his master’s voice. Be a good boy or suffer the consequences. It terrified him as it always did. But being afraid and showing it in front of his master never got him anywhere except a trip to a new and more horrible circle of hell. After three years of living with the man, Carter now understood that the sadist enjoyed such showings of weakness and the chance to exploit them. Carter briefly tightened his grip on the leash he held, the only sign of emotions that he allowed himself. He’d get through this weekend as he had all of the others. It was either that or die, and while he knew that his inevitable death lurked nearby, he still had enough will to live not to hasten it.

He stopped in front of his master and the other man, head bowed, body deceptively relaxed, and stared at the two sets of feet in front of him. To his left were his master’s Italian loafers, buffed to a high shine and costing far more than the average person’s monthly wage. To his right was a surprisingly different type of footwear. Instead of equally expensive and high-toned shoes, he saw two gigantic black boots, the kind you’d see on bikers. Shitkickers. Jeans replaced designer slacks and, just within the periphery of his downcast gaze, larger hands hung on either side of thick thighs. Another shiver tingled at the base of Carter’s spine. This business associate of his master’s was different from the others, and not in a good way.

“Turn around, boy,” his master barked out.

Carter obeyed instantly and gracefully, the way he’d perfected over the years. He heard a grunt of surprise and couldn’t help smiling quickly and ruefully to himself. He knew what the guest saw—a newly done corset piercing running from between his shoulders down to the small of his back. A black silk ribbon had been laced through it, the strings of the bow dangling to the beginning of the cleft of his ass. He wore his matching black silk lounge pants low on his hips, allowing the swell of his butt to peek out.

Knowing his role well by now, he looked over his shoulder to give the stranger a coquettish smile. He dared, as well, to glance up through his lashes at the man who’d have command of his body for the weekend. What he saw in that moment made his blood freeze. Tall and broad, clad in a leather jacket and black T-shirt, the guy dwarfed Carter’s master and the goons he surrounded himself with. Although he’d caught the merest glimpse of the man’s face, he’d seen plenty. Despite the lure of the man’s rugged good looks, he also scared the crap out of Carter. This might be the man to end Carter for good.

The ice in his master’s glass clinked as he took a long swallow. “I told you he was as pretty as a girl.”

Carter couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on his already made-up cheeks. He’d been told to use cosmetics, something else he’d been forced to learn in his life as the sub of a viciously controlling man. Sometimes the men his master lent him out to preferred girls to boys, so he needed to make himself even more ‘pretty’ than he naturally was. Nothing too obvious—everything from his barely there eyeshadow to his slash of lip gloss was done in earth tones. He still hated it. Not that he spent too much time on that emotion or on regret. He’d made decisions that had led him to this terrible place, and he was stuck with it. At least he’d die living more authentically than he had the first eighteen years of his life. Here he was a gay submissive, his true self, even though he really lived more as an unwilling slave. No one tried to make him into something he wasn’t.

So, he played his role as best he could, batting his eyelashes a bit and licking his lips in silent invitation to have a cock shoved past them. And he knew it would be that way, hard, fast and brutal, the cock choking him. It always was. He focused his gaze on the guest’s crotch and saw the outline of the man’s dick against the worn fabric of the jeans. Oh, yeah, like everything else about the guy, the dick looked supersized. He’d survive a face-fucking, though, having had the gag reflex trained out of him. It was the other things his temporary master could do to him that stabbed his guts with fear.

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