Chapter 2
The oil might ruin the sheets. Laughter bubbled at the idea. Sam tried his best to hold it in, but he must have given something away for Bobby glowered at him. Sam painted on a smile. Bobby scowled, unconvinced, his gaze scolding, but Bobby poured more oil on him and winked. Sam’s underlying laughter died away.
The pill had kicked in. Pain receded to a dull ache. Still, Sam’s body burned with it. His brain knew agony existed, under the surface, merely suppressed. He didn’t know how he would manage s*x, not even if he lay there while the lead dog sucked him off.
With Bobby in charge, Sam had never imagined him doing such a thing, so the first time he had, Sam had hit the ceiling…the roof…floated clear into the sky with the surprise and pleasure. They’d been together two months
