Mad & Marvelous Read online Elizabeth Varlet (Sassy Boyz #4)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sassy Boyz Series by Elizabeth Varlet
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
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He’d gone home and spent another hour begging Rafe via texts to let him come. Which he did, but only after Hop had sent a dozen pics, each dirtier than the last. When he’d finally been allowed his orgasm, he’d made a mess on Rafe’s expensive pinstriped silk, slipped it into an envelope and written Rafe’s name and address on it.

The next morning, he’d handed it to the bike messenger waiting for him in the lobby of his apartment building. Hop had spent the entire day in a bubbly haze.

Over the years, he’d experimented sexually. He’d taken risks to reach highs that rarely came. No matter what he did or who he’d done it with, nothing came close to what he’d found with Rafe.

Rafe was epically twisted in a way that spoke directly to Hop’s cravings.

Every moment of it drove him mad, so delightfully, marvelously mad. Bit by bit, it enticed him to reach for more. By the end of the week, he was completely enthralled with the act of submission.

Rafe made it easy.

That seemingly simple act of acceptance lifted invisible weight off Hop’s shoulders. He was bouncier than usual and the world itself was brighter. Not even another snowstorm could dampen his mood.

Saturday was Valentine’s Day, and faced with three love-drunk giddy friends who gushed and bragged about their significant others, Hop barely felt a twinge of envy. Chocolate hearts and candlelit dinners were great for some, but give Hop a come-soaked tie, dreamy spankings, or a secret rendezvous any day.

He had exactly what he wanted and he was successfully holding his doubts back.

Mostly.

Shaking the snow from his shoulders as he entered his apartment after rehearsal, Hop found another package with the same black wrapping paper on the coffee table in the living room. A bright red envelope was taped to the top with his name written in Rafe’s scrawl. As soon as he saw it, his asshole clenched in expectation.

He’d been conditioned by an expert and didn’t even care because it felt so fucking good.

Luckily his mother was out with a friend so he didn’t have to wait to read the note. It was handwritten with red ink on expensive card stock.

Be mine.

Not a question because it was Rafe.

Hop’s heart did a triple pirouette followed by a series of grand jetés. This was Rafe’s version of a Valentine’s gift. He flipped the card over to find the direction he knew would be there.

Wear these when you come to me tonight.

Tonight.

His chest swelled and he felt so full of light he could sail away. He tore away the paper and lifted the top.

Shoes.

But not just any shoes, these were gorgeous Christian Louboutins—ultra-high silver mesh pumps. They looked like metallic violet and changed color with the light like one of those hologram photos. They made Hop’s mouth water they were so fucking sexy.

And expensive.

He had one pair of Louboutins that he’d gotten third-hand and still he’d spent an entire paycheck to acquire them. Those luscious red bottoms were one thing, finding them in his size was a miracle. The weight of Rafe’s generosity sank into him like water into a sponge.

As if he held delicate glass, Hop lifted the first heel from the box and slipped it onto his foot. It fit like a fucking glove. Hop gave into the excitement, sliding into the second heel. He stood and went into his bedroom to look at his feet in the full-length mirror. Damn, he looked hot.

He could picture Rafe’s eyes going all dark and hooded at first glance, and it sent a rush of blood to his cock. These shoes weren’t a mere fashion statement, they were a symbol.

A neon sign reminding him exactly who he belonged to.

* * *

“I have serious shoe envy, bitch.” Ansel looked like he wanted to lick Hop’s heels.

“Did your new sugar daddy buy you those?” Z asked.

“Z,” Tam chastised.

“What? Clearly the ho is getting laid on the regular and he’s keeping it to himself.”

Hop could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were the gatekeeper of my asshole.”

“Ooh, defensive. See? Proved my point.” Z lifted his brows at Tam and Ansel, but the other two rolled their eyes.

“Why so curious, Z?” Jae asked. He rarely joined in their banter and Hop wanted to kiss him for doing so now.

“Monogamy boring you so much you need to live vicariously?” Hop asked.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a reply.” Z flipped his hair and turned away.

The rest of them laughed.

“Holy shit. Did we just witness the student schooling the master?” Ansel asked.

Z’s expression spoke of pride. “Well done, minion.”

A huge smile on his face, Hop brought his hands together and bowed. “Thank you, Sensei.”

Valentine’s at Switch was a trippy lovefest complete with half-naked cupids wandering around with bows and rubber arrows dipped in glitter. They offered free drinks if you got shot by cupid and kissed whoever you were standing beside. Wanton behavior was encouraged, and it had been their job to keep the atmosphere sexy. Their two performances had ended with wall-shaking cheers, but now they were changed and ready to finish the night privately.


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