Two mistrusting men who have secrets they’d rather not share…
After a drunken night out, Christian goes back to Alfie’s house for sex. The thought never crossed his mind that Alfie would hold him hostage in his cellar. Christian would never have thought he’d come to care for Alfie either—but as weeks pass, he does. Although he can’t explain how he feels, it doesn’t much matter. There’s no one out there to miss him anyway.
Alfie has his reasons for keeping Christian tied up, and they are heartbreaking. He’s had a terrible past, one no child should ever live, and the morning after the night he took Christian home, he snapped. He couldn’t bear for yet another person to leave him and, knowing what he was about to do was wrong, he did it anyway.
Despite their harrowing pasts, the two men form a bond and together discover that there is a way to trust…finally.
General Release Date: 7th March 2014
There’s only so much cock you can take up the arse in one day before it feels like your rim’s going to rip right along with your soul. I wanted cock, but not quite so often, and as for the soul… I thought Ted loved me in his own way. Turns out he really didn’t give a flying fuck.
For now, my arsehole’s all right, but I’m not so sure about my soul.
I’m here now, with Alfie, and Ted’s in the past. Shame he doesn’t stay there. You know how it is—the past remains in your head, doesn’t it, churning out memories every so often to let you know it’s still there. And Ted… I’m sure he’s watching me, documenting my every move. So if that’s the case, he should know I’m here, yet it’s been four weeks and no one’s arrived on a trusty white steed to rescue me.
That knight in shining armour lark is all a load of bollocks anyway.
I shouldn’t be here at Alfie’s, yet I want to be. I shouldn’t have gone out that night, yet I did. Hindsight and all that. They say it’s a wonderful thing, but most of the time it isn’t. Not really. It gnaws at you, taunts you, and what the fuck’s wonderful about that? What the fuck’s wonderful about being incarcerated by a man some would call a freak? What’s wonderful about me wanting to stay here?
I don’t know. I just don’t sodding know. But it is wonderful.
What I do know is when Alfie comes in here, all broad shoulders and rippling muscles beneath his T-shirt, I want him to fill my arse again. And that isn’t right, is it? To want someone who’s kept me locked up like this. It’s consensual locking up, but not.
Odd to explain, that.
Maybe I’m the freak. Maybe I’m the one who has something wrong with him.
The other week, veins buzzing with too much alcohol, the need for picking up a bloke—any bloke—driving me out to the clubs, I spotted him as he lounged against a wall in The Mason’s Arms. When I think about it now, if he’s one of those mental abductor types and has yet to show it, he’d probably spotted me first, chosen me. At the time, my mind on one thing and one thing only, I’d not been in any state to think too clearly. Four years of failed relationships behind me, I’d decided no-strings fucks were the only way to go, and that night was just one of too many to count where I got spruced up in order to attract a bloke and get some attention.
Sarah Masters is a multi-published author in three pen names writing several genres. She lives with her husband, youngest daughter, and a cat in England. She writes at weekends and is a cover artist/head of art in her day job. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Natalie Dae and Geraldine O’Hara.
Sarah also co-authors with Jaime Samms, and as Natalie Dae she co-authors with Lily Harlem under the name Harlem Dae.
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The Man He Needs is a very thought provoking novella.
I found The Man He Needs to be a different story featuring two very emotionally damaged men. I th...
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