Chapter 26

“Mmmm,” he purred. “You are a good bottom. Mr. Kelly chose well.”

“Thank you, Professor Archer.” I moaned and spread my legs as wide as I could to allow him total access.

“Do you know you are an eromenos instead of a bardache?”

“A what? I thought the scholarship was named after a guy. Joe Bardache or whomever.”

“No.” He licked my nipple while keeping up his slow thrusting. “‘Bardache’…is French for bottom boy, unnhh,…or young male prostitute…From, unnh,…the Arabic ‘bardaj’ meaning ‘slave.’”

My eyes widened in alarm. “Bardache means that?”

“Yes,” he said, nipping at my neck. “But an eromenos is not just fucked, but cared for and educated. It’s a Greek term.” His thrusts began to speed up. “I’m sorry, but this ass feels so good. I wanted to be a patient lover, but I can no longer hold back. I must ravish you with abandon. Do you mind?”

“Not at all, sir.”