Chapter 28
His master was on the phone.
Stefan had been washed on the patio—a bucket of water dumped over his head and a rough flannel scrubbing the filth off. Then he’d been f****d and left to dry on the kitchen floor, where it was warm.
And he could hear his master on the phone.
He was speaking English, but Stefan was trying not to listen. His master would get angry if he listened. And he still owed three more orgasms. He had been drier the second time, and he would bleed or tear if his master was rough with him again.
And yet he knew the phone call was about him.
So when the call cut out, and his master came striding into the room already shrugging a jacket on, Stefan simply lifted his arse into the air, expecting a painful, perfunctory f**k and then to be left again. Instead, it
