Will has no interest in women. He thinks them all animals to be trained, beaten. It doesn’t take him long to discover his preference for men, but time and error reveal how wrong view toward women is. Before long, he is able to separate the way he treats women, which is still horrific, from the way he regards women, as fellow human beings.
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. You can purchase Slave on Amazon, Smashwords, and Naughty Nights Press.
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 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:
Will didn’t understand but wanted whatever he could get. Nicholas took oil from the shelf over the stove, and led the way to Will’s room. Pouring his palm full, Nicholas pulled loose the drawstring of his trousers and stepped out of them. Rubbing his hands together, he let the oil drip onto his limp penis. Then he reached out to Will.
Will pulled off his clothes quickly, not wanting to miss this chance. It still seemed relations with his owners was a tricky venture, one that might be taken away at any time. He longed to taste Nicholas again, and sinking to his knees, he took the lightly oiled shaft in his mouth, sucking it to rigidity.
“Stand, Will,” Nicholas ordered. “I think you want something else tonight.”
He spread oil over Will’s chest, and pulled his slippery hands over Will’s dangling cock. It was extended, growing, but still pointed down. It didn’t stay that way long.
“Which do you prefer?” Nicholas asked, turning to oil his ass. “To take, or be taken?” Rubbing his hand down, he spread oil, making it a target of temptation.
“To take,” Will said, though he wasn’t sure at all.
“Then do it,” Nicholas said, laughter in his voice.
Will grabbed his hips, his dark hands standing out more on Nicholas’ white skin than Bart’s olive. He watched his black tip disappear into the other man. Nicholas gasped and bent his head back. Will, on instinct, grabbed for his hair, his shoulder, pulling him back onto him.
“Oh, yes,” Nicholas moaned. “You definitely know what you want.”
It was true, and different from his mistake with Maybel. He didn’t assume this was what Nicholas wanted.
“It’s good?” he asked, grunting as he slipped farther into the other man. He went past that first smooth stretch, and deeper, touching parts unknown. He knew how good it felt to touch those unseen organs and he shifted carefully, trying to give the best experience to Nicholas while feeling as though he were in paradise himself. Was there anything better than this? Did anything feel as good as being buried inside a man?