Chapter 45
To Stefan’s surprise, the next morning carried on like nothing had ever happened.
He was let out of his cage. Allowed to wash unsupervised. Made to help Yannis make some pizza dough—although he was laughed at for calling it that—and bent over the counter just after eleven to be almost clinically f****d.
It was normal.
Sunday was normal, too. And Monday, and Tuesday—
He didn’t even lose his clothes, which he’d expected as a minimum. He was allowed to have a lot of soup and milkshakes rather than solid food until his tongue healed, and wasn’t made to suck c**k too often. He was even allowed, when that first evening had him shaking with want, to climb into his master’s lap in the middle of the news and ride that thick, familiar c**k until he came on it and it alone.
He didn’t
