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crassness. Don’t you dare let so much as a whisper of disgust show on your pretty face. Con-se-quences.”
He pulled free. Douglas’s hands, which up until now had been dutifully clenched behind his back, unfolded and reached for him. One around his cock, the other cradling his balls— Good boy, where did you learn that trick? —stroking firmly, with purpose. He held Nikolai’s gaze, his face carefully shuttered. No joy, but no disgust either. Nikolai twitched, gasped, thrust his hips forward. Douglas sped up, pointed Nikolai’s cock at his chin, opened his mouth, and thrust his tongue out.
Beautiful. Imperfect, rough around the edges, but so full of potential . So beautiful.
Nikolai absolutely soaked that face and tongue with his cum, despite having come not so long before. But then, he’d long trained for endurance and stamina, and was still young enough to orgasm five or six times in a day if the job demanded it of him. And to do anything other than coat this new boy completely would have been a tragedy. Douglas had done well. He deserved this. Nikolai deserved it too. He groaned, letting Douglas’s surprisingly skilled hands wring out one last shot of cum, which hit the bridge of his nose as the earlier jets dripped slowly down into his falsely eager mouth.
Still, the boy was faking it well enough, even if those rapidly blinking eyelids, trying to keep cum from getting into his eyes or sticking to his eyelashes, told of much training and discipline yet needed.
For now, though, he’d clean the boy’s face and have him fed, as promised. Follow-through mattered, regardless of whether that ultimately meant meting out punishment or reward. And Nikolai was nothing if not a thorough and consistent trainer. The brothers might hate him for that now, but Douglas, at least, would learn to be grateful soon enough.

    Bookended
    With Violetta Vane:
    Mark of the Gladiator
Galway Bound
The Druid Stone
The War at the End of the World
Hawaiian Gothic
“Salting the Earth,” a short story in the anthology Like It or Not Cruce de Caminos
Harm Reduction
The Saturnalia Effect

    Power Play: Resistance, with Cat Grant Power Play: Awakening, with Cat Grant Master Class (Master Class, #1) Sublime: Collected Shorts (Master Class, #2) Counterpoint (Song of the Fallen, #1) Crescendo (Song of the Fallen, #2) Anchored (Belonging, #1)
Where He Belongs (Belonging, #2) Break and Enter, with Aleksandr Voinov Heidi Belleau was born and raised in small town New Brunswick, Canada. She now lives in the
    rugged oil-patch frontier of Northern BC with her husband, an Irish ex-pat whose long work hours in the trades leave her plenty of quiet time to write. She has a degree in history from Simon Fraser University with a concentration in British and Irish studies; much of her work centred on popular culture, oral folklore, and sexuality, but she was known to perplex her professors with unironic papers on the historical roots of modern romance novel tropes. (Ask her about Highlanders!) When not writing, you might catch her trying to explain British television to her newborn daughter or standing in line at the local coffee shop, waiting on her caramel macchiato.
    You can find her tweeting as @HeidiBelleau , email her at [email protected] , or visit her blog: http://heidi-below-zero.blogspot.com .
    Rachel is an M/M erotic romance author, a freelance writer and editor, and the Managing Editor of Riptide Publishing. She’s also a sadist with a pesky conscience, shamelessly silly, and quite proudly pervish. Fortunately, all those things make writing a lot more fun for her . . . if not so much for her characters.
    When she’s not writing about hot guys getting it on (or just plain getting it; her characters rarely escape a story unscathed), she loves to read, hike, camp, sing, perform in community theater, and glue captions to cats. She also has a particular fondness for her very needy dog, her even needier cat, and shouting at kids to get off her