Blue Moon House: Slave by Angelica Dawson Limited Time Price of $0.99!
How does a slave become an equal? What does it take for a young man to see women in a new light?
In the fourth installment of her Blue Moon House series, Angelica introduces Will, a slave boy from the early nineteenth century.
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Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave Taking” which were each included in anthologies.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog. She is active on Facebook and Twitter.
She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.
Here is an excerpt from Slave:
Although it hadn’t been enough for him to climax, he was painfully rigid. He needed a man. “Terrance?” he asked, pleading.
“Yes?” He looked at Will and saw him covering himself with both hands. “Oh, yes. Come with me.” He opened another door down the hall and led the boy inside.
Sophia followed them, closing the door behind all three.
“No offence, Sophia, but I need a man.”
“I know,” she answered, smiling. She took a seat at the foot of the bed. She was wearing a dress, which struck Will as odd. She almost never wore more than a blue satin dressing robe in the House. However, tonight she wore a green dress. Will was too distracted by his own urgency to wonder why. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Terrance’s shoulders and kissed the other man.
Sophia sucked in a breath and Will broke the kiss to look at her. Irritation made him bristle. “Sorry, you two look... White and black. So stark, so beautiful.”
Terrance looked over Will’s shoulder at her, a grin on his face. “Thank you.”
Will didn’t answer, instead moaning slightly as he rubbed himself against Terrance. The vampire still wore his pants, and the fabric, though fine, felt rough compared to the smooth skin that was beneath it.
Rather than release his pants, Terrance took hold of Will and stroked him. The boy’s brow furrowed and his eyes closed, all his attention in the hands of the vampire.
“Yes,” he begged. “Please.”
“I think this isn’t all you want,” Terrance answered, stroking him so slowly. Sometimes he just danced his fingers over the shaft. Others he gripped and pulled. Both made Will’s knees shake.
“Yes,” he answered, discovering he was in much the same place Daedra had been. He would agree to anything. He couldn’t think.
There was a breeze across his back, and then the slick feeling of oil. Will’s eyes, when he managed to open them, were glued to Terrance’s pale, sparkling blue ones. They looked like snow or ice crystals, blue with water within. Why hadn’t he noticed them before? Now he couldn’t escape them. He kissed the vampire again and felt fingers running over his scalp through his hair. It was incongruous with the slick oil on his back or the hard knob pressing against his ass.
He moaned into Terrance’s mouth as the too-hard cock pushed into him. It was a dildo, he managed to think through the fog. It was a dildo, and whoever was using it was not going gently. Sophia. It had to be Sophia.