BLUE MOON HOUSE
BOOK 4 EXCERPT
In the morning, as he set about his chores, Sophia
descended, interrupting him. She poured him another cup of tea from the pot he
had made with his breakfast.
“Is this about Nicholas?” he asked, standing and sipping.
“Please, Will, sit down.”
He did, less uncomfortable than he had once been sitting
with his master. He was sure this had something to do with Nicholas indulging
him.
“Nicholas told me about last night.”
He sighed. “You don't approve.”
She took two breaths before answering, each one released in
a bit of a huff. “It's not that. I worry about you not being in control. You
have such tenuous control as a slave. I hate to see you lose the little you
have.”
He took another swallow of the tea, and smiled. “I'm not
afraid of that. If everything you and Nicholas say is true, I will still have
control. I can make it stop.”
Sophia smiled and nodded. “That's exactly right. I’m glad
you know that. I also...” She pursed her lips as she chose her words carefully.
“I wonder if you would rather be in charge in such encounters. It's the way you
directed Nicholas last night. Will, are you sure you'll be happy taking
direction and instruction from another?”
It wasn't something he'd thought about. It was true; he had
had command in that situation, strange when he had control of so little
normally. A slave didn't own or command anything.
No, that wasn't true. He was in control of his leisure time,
though his masters controlled when and if he had any. He was in control of what
he purchased and ate. Since Sophia had purchased him, he had more command of
his life than he imagined possible, and he took it for granted. Just as he had
assumed control in every sexual encounter he'd had.
Sophia watched him, the worry line on her brow easing the
longer he took before answering. It was like she could see what he was
thinking.
“I don't think that will be a problem. I think...it might
make things simpler.”
She smiled. “Many find comfort in putting their pleasure
into the hands of another, allowing them to decide where and how to take it. I
didn't think you were one, but I know how appealing it can be.”
Will's eyes widened slightly. “You have...been a slave?”
She chuckled. “Not a slave, no. I was never owned, but I was
a low servant and a whore. I have served another with no regard for myself. It
wasn't entirely without benefit.”
Will nodded in agreement. “There is comfort in knowing
someone is taking care.”
“Exactly.”
Author Bio:
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.
