I wanted to know more, but her face told me it was not a good idea.
That night Adrian sent for me again.
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The sun had only just set and I had been awake for a few hours. Henry told me that “His Lordship” wanted to see me in his room. I went. I knocked on the door and Adrian’s voice told me to enter.
He was in bed, lying amongst white silk sheets, still in his pyjama. Needless to say, even his pyjama was elegant, black silk.
‘You are my breakfast,’ he explained, stretching. ‘Undress.’
I did what I was told and stood n***d by the bed, with my hands by my side. I confess that after the last time, the idea of being his breakfast appealed to me. My n*****s were erect and I was anxious to be eaten.
‘Open the second door of the wardrobe on the left. There should be a trunk. Get it and b
