Draft Chapter 8 sneak peek NSFW

This is the chapter where I anticipate that Dominus readers will have one of two reactions:

  1. No fricking way. This batshit crazy author is way too whacko for me. I’m outta here.
  2. OMG, YES! Kenwood did not just do that, did she? This is so bloody insane and awesome!

Well, it’s finally time for the crazy train, folks. Here’s a wee bit of this madness in progress (MIP). Raw and unedited. 😀

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Standing by the light of the burning brazier, the dark-haired prostitute unclasped his hands, letting his lean arms fall to his sides, and lifted his cleft chin up high in the air as he’d clearly been taught to do.

Max had chosen well.

The whore was about the same age and a close physical match: long legs; nicely muscled but not bulky; big brown eyes; a small curved nose and full, pouty lips. Perfectly androgynous, not that Gaius was usually drawn to delicate-featured men, at least not until he’d laid his eyes on Allerix. The lad on display front of him was no feisty Dacian, however. This compliant faun was an exclusive treat available only to customers who could afford his body.

“My name is Paris, sir.” The high-priced whore had a distinct northern Gallic accent. Not as alluring as Alle’s singsong cadence, but still lovely.

“Paris, hmm?” Gaius stood up and walked behind the attractive lad to inspect his sleek physique from different angles. He lifted the loose transparent tunic off of Paris’s left shoulder and then his right; the pale blue silk fluttered down and pooled around the whore’s ankles. His arse was plump but taut. Gaius drew his arm back and slapped his bum; Paris didn’t flinch though his lightly bronzed skin quickly flushed bright pink.

“Firm and red, exactly how I prefer my Trojan apples.” Gaius whispered and caressed the warm handprint he’d left on Paris’s cheek.

With a chuckle, he strode back to his chair, sat down, and spread his knees apart. “Bring me a cup of wine and come kneel by my feet.”

Paris glided over to the serving table and poured a generous serving of red wine into one of the sculpted golden cups. With a flirtatious sway to his narrow hips, he carried the drink over, handed the cup to Gaius, and dropped to his knees with his hands folded behind his back. The lad was graceful—not as graceful as Bryaxis, but he was nimble and seductive.

After he enjoyed a healthy gulp, Gaius lifted the boy’s face with his finger and offered him a sip. He smiled as the liquid trickled down the boy’s throat, a few rogue drops spilling from the corners of his luscious mouth. Gaius ran his thumb pad over the mounds of the whore’s wet lower lip.

“Wrap your pretty mouth around my cock. Let’s find out what a few bits of silver buy these days.”

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