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.
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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.
Here is an excerpt from Slave:
“Are you sure you haven’t had practice?”
Will shook his head. “Only the knowledge of what I enjoy.”
“Well, I enjoy it too.” Nicholas gave a hearty laugh. “Where’s that dildo? I’m going to return the favor.”
“Um, would you… I’ve never had a man suck me,” Will said. “Bart’s wife did, a little. It was very nice, but not right.”
Nicholas nodded. “Of course I will.” He lay down on the bed with his head hanging down the side. Will watched him, puzzled.
“Well, get over here,” he called, waving a hand.
Will moved to stand over Nicholas’ head, which was nearly level with his hips. Nicholas, reaching over his head, took hold of Will and stroked him. His hands were still slippery with oil, and Will leaned forward instinctively.
Nicholas opened his mouth and Will slid over his tongue, deep into his mouth. Will watched in amazement as his entire length slid down into Nick’s throat. It felt very different from his ass, but just as tight, just as constricting. He was swallowing, somehow, and it brought Will a little closer to the edge.
“Oh, Master. I’m close.”
Holding lightly to Nicholas’ ears, he thrust, afraid he would injure the man. It was the last push he needed, and he pulled out slightly, afraid of hurting him or getting bit. Nicholas grabbed the base of him, holding most of Will’s shaft in his mouth and swallowing two mouthfuls of him.
Will shook a little, falling forward and bracing himself on the mattress.
“Good?” Nicholas asked, sliding onto the bed to look up into Will’s eyes.
“Better than good.” Will let himself fall to the sheets beside Nicholas, his head near the other man’s hip.