Chapter 10

He still felt vaguely self-conscious about the scars on his torso and stomach, but he knew that, if anything, they would intrigue and arouse Master more. After he tossed the shirt aside, he unzipped his pants and stood long enough to step free of them. Once those were gone, he dropped to his knees again and held his hands behind his back.

“It’s good to see I don’t have to worry about breaking you.” Master’s voice was already huskier than it had been. Absently, he rubbed his hand over his covered erection. “Though something tells me you break in all the best ways, boy.”

Jesse wanted to break. He wanted to be broken down to the most basic parts. He wanted to be broken open—the way Gideon used to break him. “There’s only one way to find out,” he murmured, looking through his lashes.