Investment #AtoZChallenge

Rating: PG13


Ira rasped his nails against the cool metal of the table. Isaiah knelt at his side, shaking. A golden cuff sat tight just below his knee and above his calf; a thin, snake like golden train ran from the cuff to the leg of his solid wooden chair.

Isaiah was a gift from his mother, a slave to sate his taste in private. The only problem was Isaiah didn’t want to sate his taste. The man was terrified of him, of everything really. This wouldn’t do.

Ira had to think of something to win his new slave over.

About Lor Rose

I am an author and press owner. The articles are posted, the writing is never done, the house is a mess. It's time for a nap.

Posted on Monday, April 11th, 2016, in #atozchallenge, Blog Hop, Free Read, M/M and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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