Chapter 5-1
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Chapter 5
The mobile said eight o’clock, and the front door slammed.
At five past eight, the lock on the door was released.
Stefan expected—something.
He didn’t expect to have his jeans thrown at him, and Daz to kick the end of the bed.
“Get dressed and get out,” he said briskly.
“We’re—we’re done?”
“Yes. Get out.”
“But—”
“Now!”
Stefan scrambled off the bed—and stopped dead with a hiss.
“Oh, God.”
“Stiff?”
“Yes.” He whimpered as he straightened. His back hurt. His thighs hurt. Everything hurt.
“Whine about it on the street. Don’t make me dress you.”
Stefan fumbled with his clothes, struggling into them. Daz’s scrutiny made him flush hot with embarrassment, and yet at the same time, he felt…good. Attractive, even.
And yet the moment he pulled his coat on, the collar was caught and he was dragged towards the stairs.
“Wait! When can we—”
“Out.”
“But when can we do this again?”
He was slammed roughly against the hall wall.
“Don’t ask questions. You have your phone. I’ll call it next time I need to stick my d**k in you. Until then, you don’t text me. You don’t come to the house. You don’t even call me. Got it?”
Stefan’s heart hammered in his throat.
“Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“More like it. Now get out.”
And with that, Stefan was shoved out into the cold, and the front door slammed behind him.
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