Ten Inches
and several more were on
his left. He couldn’t see beyond a few feet in front of him. The
room was shrouded in shadows. Andrew listened. That he understood
the words was just as strange.
     
    “ Leave us.” The men
surrounding Andrew shuffled from the room. No one spoke and the
room grew quiet. “Guard the door,” the commanding voice told the
last man. “No one is to enter.”
     
    Should he fight…flee? How
far would he get? Andrew’s heart thundered. Wait, this was his
fantasy. Whipping had never been a fetish of his. Maybe it was
since he’d already been thrashed once…and the burn aroused. His
cock prodded against the thin material barely concealing his
erection.
     
    “ Anum.”
     
    The whispered word sent a
shiver over his flesh. “Yes.” His name. Somehow two worlds began to
blend. He was Anum, a servant. A lover. He lifted his eyes. Khalid.
His word was a chant, a mantra to his master. Khalid? How could it
be?
     
     
    Other titles by AJ
Hardcourt
    Available from Demanding
Romance
     
    Beg For More
    Broken
    Cyber Lies
    Dark Submission
    Extreme Meet
    In His Bed
    Mutton Hollow
Road
    Pumping Iron
    Trix (with Julian
Dane)
     
    www.DemandingRomance.com

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