It was dark when the bolt slid back.
The strap was ripped free. Hands opened his jaw. Water, cool and vile, spilled down his throat. The chain snapped free, and he was dragged onto the floor.
“Strip the sheets.”
The smell of the soiled bed was horrible and clinging, hanging on his skin like clothes. His hands were still bound, leaving him no choice. Stefan struggled, with numb tongue and bloody lips, to peel the sheets over the mattress corners and pull them free. Bundle them up at the end.
His collar was caught. Pulled. And—
Skin.
Stefan could have cried at the soft touch of skin, and the familiar, soothing smell as his master’s hard c**k was pressed against his mouth. He opened around it without a moment’s hesitation, swallowing to the root. His tongue ached. His jaw trembled. But
