Blue Moon House: Slave by Angelica Dawson - Limited Time Price of $0.99!
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.
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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 contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog. She is active on Facebook and Twitter.
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:
Leaning into her ear he whispered. “You think you’re strong, don’t you? You think all those beatings have made you immune. I think I know where, and how, to hurt you. Do you want it? Or, do you want to stop me?”
She looked at him from the corner of her eye and he weighed her in the same gaze. She bowed her head in acceptance.
“You are in control,” he reminded her. “You can stop me with a word.”
“And, what word would that be, sir?”
“Stop,” he answered. “No other cry will work.”
She continued to appraise him. “You are nothing but an overgrown boy.” She looked away.
He slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. “And, you are nothing but a whore. I will break you beneath my heel.” He seized her throat and lifted her to her feet. He almost lifted her higher, but stopped, not wanting to injure her. Pain, he was certain, was part of her pleasure, but his masters would count injury against him. He walked her on her toes to the bed, releasing his pants as he went. Before dropping her on it, he stroked his thick length.
“Do you see this? This is going to break you. This is going to split you open. Not here,” he explained, cupping her sex and feeling dampness. He was relieved. So far, this was working. “But here.” He slid his fingers back, pushing one against her asshole, forcing it inside. The dampness hadn’t spread there and she gritted her teeth, fighting a cry. It wasn’t stop, however, just an unintelligible groan. He shifted his hold on her and pressed her down on the bed by her neck. He continued to cover her windpipe, pressing her into sheets and mattress. She didn’t fight, but her eyes glittered as she watched him, still defiant.
“Do not look at me like that,” he warned.
