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through the gaps in the drapes and Henry caught brief glimpses of his master’s naked body. In particular, Henry noted Byworth’s prick standing at attention with morning arousal. God, he was beautiful. Henry’s mouth watered.
    He hoped he kept quiet. The sight of that thick length made his ass clench in anticipation, yet he was in no state to consider lovers of any kind. Even lying down, he throbbed and knew that sitting for any length of time would prove problematic. He feigned sleep as Byworth pulled open the drapes and let the sunshine fall into the room.
    Blinking rapidly to pretend the glare had woken him, Henry tried to keep his focus on the other man’s face. His Grace quirked his lips a little hesitantly and Henry dropped his eyes to the man’s chest. Thick with muscle, not a spare pound of flesh in sight, he let his eyes graze and dream that he might touch that tanned skin. That one day he might rest his head upon his flat abdomen and nuzzle Byworth’s thickened prick into his mouth.
    The duke moved closer and Henry almost reached for his master, yet the other man merely grabbed his pillow and made a show of removing the dent his head had made. Ignoring an upstanding prick, displayed in Henry’s line of sigh, was never an easy task. The fully aroused length didn’t do anything but make Henry want. He licked his lips as His Grace turned away and began covering himself with clothes.
    It was hard not to be disappointed. The duke was a fine specimen, fit and densely muscled. And his heavy prick would be so sweet across his tongue. He wanted him in his hand, in his ass. He wanted to kiss the Duke of Byworth so badly his head spun.
    The duke rushed from the room.
    Startled by his abrupt departure, Henry looked around. As he glanced toward his feet, Henry realized his erection would have been noticeable.
    His poor master. Henry bet the other man was disgusted. He rolled over onto his belly and breathed in the scent of His Grace’s skin imprinted on the sheets. His prick throbbed and he ground his hips into the bedding, letting his mind conjure images of his master beneath him. He rocked his hips, again and again, until he heard the door click shut behind him.
    Horrified, caught with his ass in the air and an erection burrowing into the bedding, Henry stayed still.
    Soft footsteps came closer. A hand touched his calf. “The cuts have bled again.”
    The duke’s softly uttered observation stopped his heart. Lewes, that sick perverted monster, had taken a whip to him for refusing his advances. The leather had quickly cut through Henry’s trousers and the biting sting had made him scream. But to know that his master inspected his bare ass proved a humiliation he’d never expected.
    Water poured into a basin and he buried his head in his pillow as the duke patted over the welts. Yet the humiliation did nothing to control his arousal.
    “Widen your legs.”
    God, he was going to explode. The damp cloth probed around his inner thighs, patting carefully, then brushed his stones. Henry couldn’t control his reaction and he came from just that slight teasing. Pleasure burst from every nerve in his body and as he returned to earth, he realized that the duke still cleaned him, paying particular attention to his stones as they descended again.
    It tickled and Henry wondered how the duke could ignore that his servant had just spent himself before him. The sheet fluttered over his ass and the Duke of Byworth left him alone.
     
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    Nathan peeked through the gap between door and hinges, waiting for his steward to climb into bed and cover himself. After the events of half an hour ago he didn’t know what he’d face. He shouldn’t have caressed his servant the way he had, even if his actions provoked an interesting response.
    That Stackpool had soiled the sheets excited him. He glanced down at his impatient prick and rubbed his hand hard across. The desire to test the waters and see if Stackpool truly desired the