Stefan’s appointment with the consultant was the first Friday in April. In Sheffield.
Yannis was unable to come with him, due to an exam, so Daz took him instead. And Stefan could tell his master was trying to take his mind off it—they went up on Thursday night, had s*x in the alleyway in the town centre again, and then Stefan was taken to the hotel, imprisoned in the room by having his clothes removed to the safe again, and—quite bluntly—f****d into an exhausted sleep.
It didn’t work, though.
He was jittery the next morning. He woke up before the dawn, and was punished for disturbing Daz’s sleep by being put into the chastity belt before being allowed to dress again. For the first time, Stefan simply didn’t care.
“What if he says I can’t have them?” he breathed as Daz hailed a taxi ou
