Page 689 of Coal Hearts

Branson kissed the first three.

Groped the fourth.

Fingered the fifth and sixth.

Peter’s bare chest rose and fell as the Master stopped before him and grabbed him around the nape. “Remember all the fun we had together a few weekends ago?” He ran his tongue over Peter’s cheekbone. “I have half a mind to make you come so I can continue my little experiments on you, but...I have my eye on Chloe tonight, so...” Dropping his hand, he cupped Peter’s erection through his white boxer briefs. Rubbing him twice, Peter shut his eyes as if willing himself to find pleasure and climax.

Branson chuckled and tore his hand away. “Greedy little sod.”

And then it was my turn.

Fuck...my turn.

My ears rang with white noise.

My heart smoked; blood turned to ash.

He kissed me.

Grabbing my jaw, he angled my head up and planted his grotesque mouth on mine.

And...that was it.

No tongue.

No torture.

He kissed me platonically, and when it was over, he whispered, “Tell your psychotic Master I didn’t hurt you. I don’t want to end up as another one of his corpses.”

And then he was gone...groping the next jewel.

Fingering the next.

Peter gave me a questioning look.

I swayed on my feet.

Another Master appeared.

Ian.

Giving Peter a nasty grin, he dove his hand into Peter’s briefs and fisted him.

Peter groaned as Ian jerked him roughly.

No one could come from that.

It was abuse, not teasing—

Ian cursed under his breath as he tore his hand away. Studying the slickness on his palm, he raised his hand to strike. “Why, you little horny cunt. Is that precum?”

“Ah, ah, Ian.” Victor purred over the microphone. “No hitting. Pleasure only, remember?”

“Fuck’s sake.” Dragging his glistening palm on Peter’s bare chest, Ian smeared whatever fluid marked him onto Peter’s skin, then turned to me.

I waited for him to hurt me.

To touch me in ways I wouldn’t be able to forget, but...he gave me a half-hearted nipple twist.