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never done this before. I don’t know. I’m sorry.
    Please, I’m just tired of hurting.”
    “Shhh. I know. I’ll never hurt you again if you don’t give me cause, Douglas. I want to love you,
    remember?” Douglas nodded shakily, and Nikolai reached down, removing the boy’s hand from his
    hole. Massaged his sides in slow, soothing circles. Thought of taking him like this, but no. It should
    be face-to-face. He gave the boy’s ass a gentle swat to get him moving. “Roll onto your back. Now
    take your knees in your hands and hold yourself open for me.”
    His face was so impossibly beautiful. Flushed pink and red, his bottom lip swollen from being
    bitten. His eyes wet with unshed tears. His chest heaved as he panted. His cock leaked pre-cum onto
    his smooth belly.
    Focus, Nikolai.
    “Not every master will lubricate himself,” he said as he did exactly that, reaching for a bottle in
    the nightstand. He savored the feel of his slicked hand on his cock, but the thought of being buried in that tight ass . . . “I imagine you’re familiar with that sensation by now?”
    Douglas nodded, and Nikolai could see the memory of pain on his face, plain as day.
    “If you prove yourself worthy, I promise to do my very best to sell you to a man who will treat
    you as you deserve to be treated. Not rut with you like some animal, but love you as I will. Make love to you like the cherished thing you are.”
    One day, he’d cry thank you, sir, thank you upon hearing such tender words from Nikolai. But
    not yet. Nikolai would get the boy crying one way or another soon enough, though. He wrapped his
    hands around Douglas’s thighs, pulling that pliant body half onto his lap and tilting it at an angle that revealed the boy’s hole again.
    “Don’t let go of your knees. Don’t close your legs.” Nikolai hummed in pleasure at the sight, a
    perfect echo of the buzz of pleasure running through his entire body. “I’ll go slowly. You’ll tell me if I cause you any pain. Now remember to relax, and if you feel yourself starting to tense, simply bear down as if on a bowel movement; that will loosen the muscle.”
    Anatomy lessons weren’t exactly Nikolai’s idea of effective foreplay, but gods, he was hungry
    for this boy. He gripped his slicked cock in his fist—no condom, they were all healthy here, and the
    boy needed to learn how it felt to be marked—and rubbed his head along Douglas’s crack. Thrust
    gently a few times, letting Douglas grow accustomed to the feel of another body pressed so intimately,
    of the weight between his thighs, the heat between his cheeks. Leaned forward as he did so and
    flicked his tongue over a nipple. The boy gasped at the touch, and his hard cock, trapped between
    their bodies, twitched.
    “You’re afraid. Maybe you even hate me. But your body wants this. Badly, I think. It’s time to
    stop fighting. It’s time to give in to me, to the truth you’re so desperately denying. You were made for this. By God, by evolution, molded by your experiences . . . how doesn’t matter, only that you were.
    It’s time to accept that.”
    “Please.” No elaboration. Either the boy was learning not to beg, or Nikolai was better at this
    than he thought. Either way, Nikolai had the upper hand.
    “You need but ask, my pretty little pet,” he sighed against Douglas’s nipple. He slid his hand
    down between them, gripped himself again, lined himself up with Douglas’s hole and pushed the head
    of his cock inside.
    They moaned in unison, Nikolai’s as broken as the boy’s. Such tight heat, gods , it was all he
    could do not to thrust inside, rut and rip into that body like those beasts at Madame’s had. But he held his hips still, perfectly so, as his mentor had taught him, and soothed the boy’s trembling body with
    massaging hands and tickling tongue.
    “You see?” he murmured, nipping kisses across the boy’s collarbone, into the hollow of his
    shoulder. “No pain, correct? It feels