Chapter 47
Daz booked a holiday that afternoon.
“Four days in Istanbul,” he said conversationally. “Yannis has been on about seeing the Hagia Sofia for ages. Question is, what do I do with you?”
Stefan paused and slowly lifted his mouth from his master’s c**k.
“W-what do you mean, Sir?”
A hand pushed him back down. He opened his throat around the head without hesitation, cringing at his error. Of course his master didn’t want an answer. He wanted his c**k sucked, not conversation.
“It’s Yannis’ birthday. Just him and me. Not you. But do I leave you here on your own, or do I get a sitter?”
Stefan’s stomach clenched, and he drew off to suckle at the head and give himself a moment to think. A sitter? What the hell was a sitter supposed to be?
“I’m sure Jack would like a pet for a few
