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My Skin Begs You Please by Leta Blake
Mitchell “Minty” Arnold receives some devastating news, setting the light-hearted optimist on a dark and self-destructive path. Luke Montgomery has experience with pain and suffering. In fact, he’s a professional at it. With Minty’s behavior escalating dangerously, Luke takes it upon himself to help Minty indulge his self-destructive urges in a safe and sane way. But as Minty struggles to overcome his deepest pain, Luke must help him find power in his broken places and love himself unconditionally.
An intense, dark standalone, spinoff Romance novel set in Leta Blake’s ’90s Coming of Age universe with a guaranteed long-term happy ending for both men—together.
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Luke
“Minty,” I said, rubbing my hand into his hair, and then down his back soothingly. “Are you all right? It’s over. The scene’s over. How can I help you?”
It took him a long time to finally roll over onto his side, but even so he brought his legs up to his chest in a fetal position, heaving with suppressed tears.
“Is it okay to touch you?” I had been already, but I needed to know what I was doing wasn’t continuing to distress him.
He nodded, so I ran my hands into his hair soothingly, and I hummed a soft song.
“It’s all right,” I reassured him. “You did great. I’m not angry. This is perfectly okay. Do you want some water?”
He nodded, and I went to pour some from the bathroom sink and brought him the huge, fluffy robe that I kept in the closet at the end of the room for aftercare time. It was comfortable, and he let me put it on him as I led him toward the bed. He took the water from me, sipped it, and then sank down on the mattress, a vacant, sad expression on his face. I said nothing more, rubbing his back and letting him process whatever he needed, while still making sure he knew I was there for him.
“Don’t use the word Daddy,” he finally whispered. “I want to play like this with you, but you can’t—” Minty broke off, his throat seemingly closing on him.
“I understand,” I said, and I thought I did. There was something, a suspicion growing inside me, based on his reactions, based on his needs… I didn’t want to assume. But still, I was fairly certain. “That word is a hard limit for you. I won’t call myself that, and I won’t ask you to call me by it either.”
Minty nodded. We sat in silence for a few more minutes and then he turned to me. “Can we still play? Do I have to go home? I didn’t want to stop, Sir. I really do want you to hurt me.”
I pulled him against me, breathing in his sweaty scent. “Are you sure? It’s all right if you want to end this now. We can just rest here, and—”
“No! I want to forget,” he said roughly, jerking free of my hold. “I have to forget. Don’t you understand? If I can’t, then I’ll just… Sir, please help. Make it go away.”
I set my shoulders. Emotional pain wasn’t my favorite kind to play with, and I wasn’t sure I was still in the right place to do this tonight. But I couldn’t let him leave now. “What do you need? We could call for a pizza or—”
“Fuck no.” He flushed, his hands on mine clinging a little desperately. “Sir. Would pizza make you forget anything?”
I huffed. “No.”
“It’d have to be laced with shrooms or something. Which I could go for too…”
I shook my head. “No drugs during playtime.”
“Pizza won’t make me forget. And I have to forget. Understand?”
“If I don’t help you, you’ll go back to that guy, despite our contract, won’t you?”
He shivered. “I don’t know, Sir. I just know I’m here for one thing, and you haven’t given it to me yet.” His blue eyes burned into mine. “Hurt me. Make me forget. Make nothing else exist but pain and you. Can you do that, Sir? You promised you could do that for me.”
I wanted to kiss his forehead, but I held back. My stomach twisted. I could sense this was a do-or-die moment with Minty. If I couldn’t hurt him when he needed it most, then he’d never trust me again.
“All right,” I said. “I can do that.”
He nodded, his blond hair sliding into his eyes. “How do we start?”
“It’s easy. I’ll count us in.” I rubbed a finger across his cheekbone where I’d slapped him, feeling the slight puffiness indicating future bruising. He was so tender. If I could put this hiccup aside, I’d get to play with that soft skin even more. “One…two…three…” I stood up. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Kneel on the floor, slut.”
Minty complied with a relief I felt in my own gut. We were in the scene again.
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Leta Blake has been captivating M/M Romance readers for over a decade. Whether writing contemporary romance or fantasy, she puts her psychology background to use creating complex characters and love stories that feel real. At home in the Southern U.S., Leta works hard at achieving balance between her writing and her family life.
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