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enthusiasm. “Yes. I’m all yours. Please show me. Show me that I belong to you.”
    The temptation to check on Linus was there but he resisted. Preston was so unpredictable that Kenneth knew anything could set him off on the poor boy again. Kenneth sucked in a breath when Preston grabbed Linus’ hair.
    “Out.” Preston was back to growling. “Leave us now.”
    Linus scrambled to his feet, his gaze flitting toward Kenneth. He caught a brief look of relief before he concentrated all his efforts back on Preston. He had to keep the ruse going until Linus was safely away. Preston rose to his feet gracefully. He’d always been a spectacular male. Without glancing his way, he called out to Linus.
    “Tell no one of what went on here tonight or you’ll pay dearly. Understand?”
    Still, Preston never took his gaze off Kenneth.
    “Yes, y-yes Sir. I won’t say a thing.”
    “See that you don’t. Now get the fuck out.”
    The door shut quietly behind Linus, but the sound of his feet hurriedly padding down the hallway could still be heard. Although he was ecstatic that Linus had gotten away, he was back to being alone with the most sadistic man he’d ever met. Preston’s cock was hard and leaking, the rosy tip pointing obscenely toward him.
    He hadn’t been touched sexually by Preston in a very long time. All of the other younger, sweeter things had taken on that duty. The thought of his purported Master entering him was repugnant, but he had to see it all the way through. Preston had been acting more erratically in recent months, and Kenneth had the sad feeling that he might have to come to the rescue of another man in the near future. If he faltered in his deception, he wouldn’t know what to do the next time.
    Preston came within arm’s length of Kenneth then stopped. He reached out then caressed Kenneth’s cheek with the back of his hand. It was startling to receive such a tender gesture from him.
    “Very pretty.”
    Preston had mumbled it under his breath as if Kenneth wasn’t there and he was saying it to someone else. He was even more surprised when he detected the faintest quiver in Preston’s bottom lip.
    “But such a liar .”
    Kenneth’s head snapped back from the force of the blow across his face and the vial of oil went flying across the room. Preston slapped him again—and again. He continued to alternate on each side, sometimes using the back of his hand, sometimes open palmed. Kenneth stumbled back, knowing better than to try to defend himself from the attack. At last Preston stopped, his chest heaving from the exertion.
    Moisture trailed down his chin and he tried to swipe at it but Preston caught his wrist in mid-air.
    “No. Stick your tongue out and lick it clean.”
    There was an almost maniacal look in Preston’s eyes, so he didn’t dare argue that his tongue couldn’t reach all the way to the end of his chin. He did as he was told and winced at the sting in his lip. As soon as he tasted the coppery flavor off his own skin, he realized that it was a trail of blood that Preston wanted him to lap up.
    Preston hissed. “Yes. Like that.” He let go of Kenneth’s wrist to push him down to the floor by his shoulders. “Now suck me. Take me all the way in. Make it good—or else.”
    Kenneth let the tears flow freely as he pleasured the man who still saw himself as his Master. The more he opened up to swallow Preston’s cock, the more the painful agony from the split in his lip assailed him.
    With a sudden grunt, Preston unloaded his seed down Kenneth’s throat. Once he’d swallowed all of Preston’s cum and licked him clean, he stayed on his knees, waiting for his next orders. If only Preston knew how much he’d wanted to serve him when they’d first met, how much he would’ve given him. He’d never been afforded the opportunity to offer his submission—Preston had simply taken it. But whatever it was he’d wrested from Kenneth hadn’t been enough for him to ever treat Kenneth