At His Throat, A Promise [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Lilith Grey
eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Gay Fiction
eBook Description: In the slave city of Spire, Ellis has been discarded. His former master, a man who was supposed to teach him and take care of him, passed away, leaving Ellis alone and in danger of being taken to the Facility. Ellis is desperate to avoid that fate. He seeks a master to take him on, guiding him into adulthood as well as a profession. Ellis has had desire stolen from him--he's been trained to blush, to submit, to give in. He doesn't know how to cope with William, a man who wants the real Ellis.
William is a Master, a man born in a neighbour city that does not deal in slavery. He has had bad experiences with slaves in the past, but all that changes when he rescues Harte, a young slave whose abusive master had all but destroyed him. Together, they are content in their mutual roles, not looking for anything more. But when Ellis catches the eye of Harte, and by extension, William, their relationship changes in ways for which they are unprepared.
Harte is a born submissive, a young man who lives for his role. He's bratty but genuine. William, his master, is his entire life. Harte never expected to have room in his heart for another, but Ellis is beautiful and different and fills a place in his life that he hadn't known was empty.
If only Ellis could learn to ask for what he desired, what he needed, then maybe William and Harte could help him. But Ellis is trapped inside himself, insecure and afraid. To stay with William, he only has to ask...but that's the one thing Ellis cannot do...
Genres: Gay / BDSM / Menage (M/M/M) / Group Sex / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Contains Material That May Be Considered "Dubious Consent"
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2011
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2012
9 Reader Ratings:
Nestled between two taller buildings on either side, the unassumingly named club glittered with deceiving joviality, beckoning all and sundry within. Promises of debauchery and deviance seeped from the blacked-out windows, enticing, alluring.
Ellis wished he had reason to pause before opening the heavy wooden doors of the last resort. He wished he needed to smooth down his already bone-straight black hair or adjust his white slave clothing.
Unfortunately for him, he looked impeccable, which was all the more dangerous in a place like this.
With a deep breath, Ellis pulled open the door and stepped inside.
The Lounge was massive. A long, crowded bar took up one wall. On the right side, clearly delineated, was a series of booths and tables, along with settees and wide, cushioned chairs. Though he'd had the blush trained out of him, it struggled to come to the surface as his eyes passed over the myriad slaves and masters in various states of undress and arousal.
He wasn't supposed to be on that side, anyway.
On the left of the room was a crowded dance floor. Near-naked bodies writhing and moans that could be heard even over the pumping music. All of this made Ellis feel extremely out of place. As far as he could see, there was no one else that wasE like him.
Trying his best to look meek and unassuming, Ellis moved into the throng of sweaty and sweet-smelling bodies. Without choosing a partner, he began to dance. Again, the blush tried to force its way out, but Ellis quashed it. This sort of behaviour was typical and even expected of a slave.