Harley Laroux

This book is not intended to be used as a resource for sexual education

He didn’t touch me, he didn’t even take a step closer to me. I wished he would. I wanted his touch so desperately.

He didn’t touch me, he didn’t even take a step closer to me. I wished he would. I wanted his touch so desperately

“You made me bleed,” he said.

“And you didn’t make me bleed.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Is that a problem?”

His voice was slow and gentle, as if he were speaking to someone small and insignificant.

Although, now that I’m seeing how much of a little masochist you are, I don’t think you’ll be calling it. You know what you deserve.”

He was enjoying this, really enjoying it - god, he felt big.

Only if you think I deserve it,” I whispered. “I’m...I’m your slave, right? So I do what you say, so…”

Manson continued to thrust inside me, laughing at every heightened shriek, at every frantic,

“I want as much as you can give me, Master.”