[Laurent had been pretty all his life, but it hadn't made any difference to him until he lost his brother and father. Then it was a nightmare. As he got older, he used it as a weapon, but Laurent never saw it as a good thing. It was just something else about himself he could use to manipulate people into getting what he wanted, which was generally staying alive.

He lifted a brow at Ash's words, curious about the man's attitude. Finding another man who thought like he did was rare.]


I write it into my contracts. It becomes my Dominant's responsibility to see that we meet the quota. If you don't want sex, I'm not complaining. It's messy and pointless and I'm not eager to get undressed, but I am curious about how flexible I actually am. Since neither of us plan to get hard, you might as well start putting your hands on me.


[Of course at the moment he had no Dominant . . .]