Chapter 39
Hands.
The cloths were lifted away. Stefan sagged. Hands stroked at his skin, and he was lifted free of the chair. Carried. Leather creaked, cool and sofa, under him. The sofa sagged.
“Please,” he whispered, reaching.
Fingers caught his own. He was turned. The leather was cold against his n*****s, and he tried to shrug away from it. A hand pushed down.
“Stay still.”
His master’s voice. He stilled, relaxing. Daz had him.
Cotton. Thick cotton. It was knotted around his arms. Tied his forearms together behind his back. Then he was turned again. Arranged on his back. Knees bent. Spread.
“You with me?”
“Mhmm…”
“Stefan…”
He forced his eyes open. Blinked. Daz was looming over him. Shirtless. One arm supporting himself against the back of the sofa.
Hips between Stefan’s spre
