Prologue
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Prologue
Marcus was sitting in his favourite armchair, reading a book. A log fire burned in the grate, its crackling the only sound in the room. Roxanna knelt naked at his feet, her head resting in his lap. In her lovely mouth she held his c**k, soft and warm and still. She was not allowed to suck or lick. You’re my c**k-holder, he told her; your job is to keep it safe and snug.
Earlier that day he had told her that she would be beaten that evening. It was four days since he had last done so. She was a quick healer and the marks he had left had almost faded now. I wish they didn’t go so quickly, she said; I’m proud to carry them. But he was glad when they faded; he preferred to beat a pristine white ass, to set his mark upon her unblemished flesh.
That would come later. For now, a mood of reverie had come over him. He put his book aside and sipped from a glass of wine. He looked down at Roxanna and stroked her hair, smiling, wanting her to know the tenderness he felt for her. Her mouth full of his c**k, she could not smile back, but he saw how she looked at him and he was content. He could hardly imagine his life now without her, and yet it was barely six months since they had first met. They had travelled so far in that time. How different he was way back then, when she had first approached him. Yet if he had not made the decisions he had made a year ago, had not done the things he had done, she would never have made contact with him. His hand still stroking her hair, he closed his eyes and thought back to those early days before they met, the first tentative steps that had taken him along the route to where he was now….
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