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he would probably have read it too.
    Following Jack, Angel flicked his chin up to throw his soft, very light blond
    hair away from his eyes. “It‟s really the slave who‟s in charge, you know.”
    “The slave? How?” The other boy, with dark wavy hair falling past his collar,
    stopped to stroke the smooth black leather of the tabletop.
    Angel stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets. “The master has to stop when
    the slave tells him. It has to be consensual. Safe, sane, and consensual. I read that
    on the Internet. But it means the slave is really in charge. The master just thinks
    he is. It‟s all about the slave. You really have to be an attention whore to be a
    slave.”
    “I wouldn‟t mind being a whore of any kind for your man. That picture you
    showed me of him is so fucking gorgeous.”
    Fists clenching involuntarily, Kael just stopped himself from barging in. He
    wasn‟t ready just yet to let them know he was there, but Angel had no business
    talking about their relationship to an outsider and he had been told numerous times

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    never to show a picture of Kael to anyone. The fact that they were living a civilian
    life now was irrelevant. His training was ingrained. Never create unnecessary
    evidence.
    Angel sighed. “My daddy is so hot.”
    “Don‟t the neighbors complain about you screaming?” The dark-haired boy
    laughed. “I‟d scream my head off if I was getting whipped or even just fucked by a
    man like him.”
    Angel spread his arms. “No. This room is soundproofed.”
    “Where did you meet him, your daddy?” Jack said daddy in a dreamy voice,
    dragging out the vowels. He had that gay voice that Kael hated and had always
    been careful never to pick up. If Angel started talking like that, he‟d make him
    sorry. He listened carefully. If Angel made any reference to how they met, he must
    stop him immediately, but surely his boy would not be so stupid.
    “Long story,” Angel said vaguely.
    Kael released a breath. Sensible boy . But he was still revealing far too much,
    and he had no right to bring some boy from school into Kael‟s dungeon. He wasn‟t
    crazy about his bringing a friend to the flat at all, but Angel lived there now too and
    he had to be allowed the freedom to have friends. Kael wanted him to have friends
    his own age and feel like he belonged in England.
    Jack pointed and asked, “What‟s that? It looks like something from gym class
    in primary school.”
    Angel walked over to the leather-topped apparatus that looked like a vaulting
    horse. “Daddy throws me over it and fucks me or spanks me.” Kael could hear the
    grin in Angel‟s voice. He loved Angel‟s bright-eyed smile, but he was growing more
    and more angry with him for talking about their private life. The boys had their
    backs to him so, without a sound, he stepped inside the dungeon and came up
    behind them.
    “I wish he‟d throw me over it and fuck me silly,” Jack said, and both of them
    burst out laughing. “I‟d have him begging me, not the other way around. Begging
    for my arse.” The boy deepened his voice, supposedly imitating Kael, whom he had
    never met. “Please let me fuck you, beautiful slave boy. My cock is bursting for you.”
    Angel joined in. “My cock longs for you, and my belt wants your ass.”
    Jack swatted Angel, and Angel swatted him back as they fell onto the horse,
    their high-pitched laughter filling the dungeon. “Have you ever been fucked?” Angel
    managed to ask, wiping tears from his eyes.
    “No. Could you get your daddy to fuck me?”
    Kael said loudly, “I might be able to arrange that.”
    Both boys turned at once, shock replacing their laughter. Angel‟s cheeks
    flooded with color. He had to know he‟d made a mistake. Jack paled visibly.
    Angel slipped his hands from his pockets and joined them at his tailbone,
    automatically adopting the expected posture. He stood up straight, shoulders

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