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dumbwaiter. There had to be another way in and out, I just hadn’t found it, but how else did Marcus get in and out of the place? I might have been able to be stuffed into the dumbwaiter to get lowered down here, but there was no damn way that big vampire could be.
    Maybe he could walk through walls?
    “ Yes, I can. However, my clothes cannot.” He paused and laughed. “I am kidding. I can’t walk through walls. Do not worry, Little One, you cannot leave me. Speaking of clothes…” He pulled something from out of the dumbwaiter. “I bought these for you. I was going to give them to you later, but I have noticed that it is too chilly in here to be naked. I’m sure that you would feel more comfortable with some clothing on.”
    The prospect of wearing something other than my own flesh made me struggle to get to my knees as Marcus laid out my new clothes on the back of the couch. But my enthusiasm waned greatly when I realized I was looking at items of clothing obviously bought from “The Gay” store.
    Bronze leather pants, a matching stretchy t-shirt, black Doc Marten lace-up, knee-high boots and…a dog collar!
    I’m NOT going to wear a damned dog collar, asshole!
    He ignored me, simply telling me the reason for his choice of color. “Bronze will bring out the gold flecks in your jade green eyes, don’t you think?” He looked at me as if he were expecting some kind of loud outburst of refusal. But as far as I was concerned, except for the collar, bronze gay wear was better than stark naked, any day. “What? No glib comments on my shopping abilities?” I gestured with my shoulders, and Marcus suddenly seemed to remember that he had locked my wrists together. “Seems like I have to dress you, as well as feed you.”
    He gave a big sigh and grabbed the leather pants. I stared at him. He was acting so strangely; he was being too nice. Usually he came in, ordered his pleasure, and when I didn’t provide it, he took it by force anyway and used my throat as a cocktail strainer, only to leave me alone until the next night.
    Marcus suddenly flipped me over onto my back and pulled me up until I was sitting. He caught me by the back of the neck, moved in, and started kissing my mouth, using his lips and tongue to tease a response out of me.
    Oh crap. Crap, crap, crap.
    He sat back with a frown on his face. “Your language definitely needs improvement.”
    And then it dawned on me, suddenly becoming crystal clear in my mind’s eye. Marcus is all teeth and fangs, he always is. There is none of this kissing, holding bullshit.
    You’re going to kill me! I let out a gasp.
    Marcus cocked his head to one side and smiled at me as if his precious little child had finally done something of worth. He patted me on the head. “Yes, my little Sex. I am going to kill you sometime tonight.”
    Oh crap.

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    Sex’s Revelations

    “ What I have not decided, as of yet, is how to bring you across.”
    Marcus began dressing me with all the care one would take to dress a store mannequin. I could only stare at him in absolute horror as his words sank into my brain. I never expected him to confirm it.
    I’d honestly have been happy with a lie.
    “ No, you would not. You are an honest man, in your own fashion. I have not lied to you in all this time, and I see no reason to start now,” he said as he reached into the tight leather of my pants, cupped my cock protectively with one hand, and pulled up the zipper with the other. “Hmmm, I misjudged the size. It is a little snug, but it still suits you. If you are good, I will cuff your hands together in front of you now.”
    This calm, matter-of-fact manner of his was more terrifying to me than the rages I managed to push him into.
    He popped the bronze shirt over my head, and walked around behind me, releasing the cuffs that held my arms at my back. They ached, and I couldn’t have lifted them on my own even if Marcus commanded it, they were so numb. Marcus pulled my unresponsive