Chapter 30
Stefan had to leave.
He couldn’t be this. Couldn’t be a c**k slut. Couldn’t be a s*x slave with holes made for his master’s d**k. Couldn’t serve and crawl on the floor and be f****d in the mud. Couldn’t be passed around to other men—and most of all, could not, should not, would not, enjoy it. Men did not enjoy this. Men could not enjoy this. Stefan could not enjoy this.
It had to stop.
It all had to stop.
He faked it long enough for Daz to release him from the bed and let him shower. He cried under the roar of the water, hearing Daz in the kitchen downstairs and knowing it would be the last time. That it had to be the last time. He couldn’t come back here. He would have to get rid of the special phone, so he’d lose Daz’s number and all temptation to call and ask for more. H
