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humiliated again.
    “I don‟t know,” he said quietly.

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    Kael sat back expansively, letting his arm fall around Conran‟s shoulders.
    Conran sucked in a quick breath. His hands began to shake to the point where his
    drink splashed onto his trousers, leaving little dark circles of whiskey.
    “You do want me, don‟t you?” Kael asked.
    “Are you going to humiliate me again with a last-minute refusal like you did in
    my office?” Conran looked bitter.
    Kael laughed and swallowed a mouthful of whisky. “That was just a tease. I
    enjoyed playing with you. You know I‟m an evil bastard, don‟t you?”
    “Yes, I do know that.”
    “That‟s why you like me. I always intended to give you what you want. Now
    you just have to tell me what it is.”
    “I don‟t know,” Conran whispered.
    Kael turned to face him, his arm still draped loosely about Conran‟s shoulders.
    Conran‟s breathing became labored, and Kael lifted the magazine and looked down
    to see the bulge at his crotch.
    “When I fucked you in the showers at school, your cum was all over the tiles
    when you got up afterward.”
    “You raped me.”
    “That time, yes. Would you like me to do it again? Do you want my cock up
    your arse?”
    “Yes.” Conran would not look at him.
    Kael leaned in very close until he could smell the whiskey on Conran‟s breath
    and the sweat under his armpits. With his free hand he pulled open the jacket to
    see wet patches forming on Conran‟s usually immaculate white shirt. “Say it. Say
    the words. I may have raped you last time, but this time you have to tell me what
    you want. I‟m not touching you unless I have your complete agreement.”
    “I want your cock up my arse.” His voice was barely discernible.
    “Shall I restrain you first? You know what I‟m into. You know everything
    about me. I like to dominate. I like to tie men up before I fuck their brains out. I like
    to whip their backsides until they scream. Do you want some of that?”
    Conran nodded and wiped the sweat from his upper lip.
    Kael‟s smile was both teasing and very intimate. “You have to say yes please,
    Sir.”
    “Yes please, Sir.” Conran‟s cheeks were scarlet.
    “Finish your drink.”
    Conran downed the last of his whiskey, and Kael took the glasses back to the
    sideboard. He returned to Conran and with his right hand took the man‟s left hand,
    pressing their palms together and entwining their fingers. Conran‟s gaze locked on
    Kael‟s. It was bright and glassy as if he was about to faint.
    “Come with me; there‟s a good boy,” Kael said.

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    Fyn Alexander

    Chapter Twelve

    Kael drew him to his feet and pointed at the passage. Passively, Conran
    walked ahead of him into the dungeon. Kael switched on the light but turned it low.
    He had left Angel‟s clothes by the door and had to remove them quickly, but Conran
    was so aroused and distracted he did not notice. Quickly Kael shoved the clothes
    under the towels on the shelves where he kept blankets and creams for aftercare.
    Then he walked over to the shelf above the sink and pressed a button.
    Rooted to the spot, looking extremely nervous and aroused, Conran glanced
    around the room. Watching him, Kael stripped and stood, hands on his hips. His
    height alone was imposing, but standing magnificently naked, absolutely sure of his
    own strength and attractiveness, he knew he was extremely intimidating. Conran
    looked him up and down, breathing hard.
    “Strip,” Kael ordered.
    Conran didn‟t move.
    “There is one rule in my dungeon. Obey me or leave. Take your pick.”
    “I don‟t want to leave,” Conran said.
    “This room is soundproofed. Speak loudly at all times. Now, I‟m going to lock
    the door, and once it is locked, you are at my disposal until I free you. Fuck safe
    words. Fuck pussy-arsed refusals. You get one opportunity to leave, and that is
    right now. Are you staying or leaving?”
    “I‟m staying.”
    “Call me Sir.”
    “I‟m staying, Sir.”
    Kael smiled. “And wouldn‟t you like to thank me for having you here?”
    “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.” Conran got slowly to his knees. Tentatively, his lips
    touched Kael‟s right foot and then the left. He was panting hard as he pressed his
    cheek against Kael‟s feet and began to kiss and lick his way around them, crawling
    with his buttocks in the air and his shoulders on the ground.
    Kael indulged him for a few minutes, then strode across the room and