Southern France
2084
4.30amThe sun wouldn’t be up for a while yet, but hey, that didn’t mean I couldn’t come home early, spend a bit of time with Lindsey…of course time well that could really mean any number of things and I had a good imagination. Especially where Lindsey was involved
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Rage and lust flowed through me watching Lindsey stroke himself. I wanted to wrap my lips around his cock, making him fist my hair and want him more. But the tone he was using with me just pissed me off and I could already smell his blood from my whip as images of making him hurt flooded my mind.
"Yeah, honey. Why don't you show me that thing, hmm?"
I growled and narrowed my eyes at Angelus as he pressed his cock against my face, being not so subtle about me using my mouth on him. He didn't know what 'that thing' with Lindsey and I was and I was tempted not to do it; but my boy wanted it. I never said no to my boy; it was a sickness.
“And don’t you even get it in to your pretty head that biting me would be a good...Because trust me, it wouldn’t be a good idea.”Crying out when he pulled my hair I gripped his thighs and sighed. "Fine. Bastard." I hissed, closing my eyes and chanting the spell softly, feeling my body change and glamor for the moment, knowing the spell was ( ... )
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