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Beautiful boy
By Grace R. Duncan
Malcolm Tate hung up his flogger when his submissive sought out another Dom and
landed in the hands of a serial killer. Convinced his lack of dominance sent his sub away,
Mal has spent two years blaming himself for what happened. But when his best friend
finally convinces him to go back to the local dungeon, Mal’s grateful. Especially when he
wins beautiful, submissive, firmly closeted Kyle Bingham in a charity slave auction.
College grad Kyle hasn’t earned enough to move out of the loft his conservative,
homophobic parents bought, much less to buy any of the other things still in their name.
When he’s won at auction by the hot, amazing Mal, he’s shocked that anyone would want
him. No one else seemed to—not his parents, his former Doms, or any of his disastrous
dates.
But Mal does want him and Kyle lets his guard down, only to be outed to his parents.
With his world crashing down, he must find a way to trust Mal—and their developing
relationship—or risk losing everything.
To all those who never see themselves as beautiful…
Author’s Note
Please remember this novel—like all fiction novels—is not a manual on how to “do”
BDSM and that there is no One True Way. For every couple—or more—engaged in some
form of BDSM, there is a different way of doing things: different preferences, roles, likes,
limits, and so on. What is portrayed within these pages is only
one
couple’s way of
exploring a BDSM-based relationship and what works for them will not work for someone
else.
Though I strive to accurately and positively portray the BDSM lifestyle in all my
fiction, it is still fiction. I endeavor to show “Safe, Sane, and Consensual” or “Risk-Aware
Consensual Kink” play and make it clear when what I am showing is not one of these. But
I am not perfect. While I participate in the lifestyle, I am well aware that I do not know
everything—far from it. Even after all the years I’ve been involved, I am learning and will
continue to do so for many years to come.
Please keep these things in mind as you enjoy
Beautiful boy.
Always,
always,
research thoroughly any play you wish to participate in. And remember to keep it Safe,
Sane, and Consensual, or within the realm of Risk-Aware Consensual Kink.
Chapter 1
Mal
“ARE THERE
any
stores that don’t decorate for this damned holiday?” I grumbled,
stepping around another display of ornaments. “Or this fucking
early?
It’s barely
November.”
All I wanted to do was collect the groceries I needed and get home, away from the
repetitive music, garish displays, and ridiculous cheer. Because I certainly didn’t have
anything to be cheerful about. I hated this time of year. All it did was remind me of what
I’d lost, what I didn’t have, and what I’d never have again.
I moved through the store with single-minded determination to avoid as much
Christmas stuff as possible. I kept myself focused on the things I needed, and within a
very short time, I was moving through the self-checkout.
Just as I was about to escape, arms wrapped around me from behind, and I groaned.
Only one person would risk doing that; only one person could get away with it.
I sighed. “Cam,” I growled in warning.
“Mal,” he mimicked me, dropping his head onto my shoulder, his blond hair spilling
over my arm. “I’m glad I caught you here. I was about to go to your place, but now you
can drive me so I don’t have to deal with the bus,” he said, oblivious to my mood. Or
maybe he wasn’t. Cam never seemed to care how grumpy I was. He grinned when I turned
my head to try to glare at him.
“I’ll drive you home,” I said, hoping he’d take the hint that I wanted to be alone. The
glare was wasted, of course, as was the pointed reply.
He dropped a big smacking kiss on my cheek. “I know what’s going on.”
I sighed again and turned around, then realized we were taking up space in the middle
of the grocery store entryway. I turned on my heel and headed out the door. I didn’t bother
to look behind me. I knew Cam would be following. “What’s going on?” I asked, knowing
full well he was about to give me crap for my hermit tendencies at this time of year.
“You’re hiding again. It’s not healthy.”
“What do you know about healthy?” I poked his soft stomach. “You think coffee is
one of the food groups. And sugar is the other.”
He laughed, blue eyes twinkling. “Yeah, and? Sammy likes me this way.”
I rolled my eyes. “Duh. Sammy’s the one who bakes up all that sugar at work and
happily brings her leftovers home for you to eat.”

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