"Well...welcome home..." the tall man said to the small skittish thing that stood still beside him as he took off his leather jacket. He shook his head and grit his teeth, he didn't ask for this boy or his burdens, no...but now that he has them he can't help but be pissed at whom ever broke this poor beautiful boy standing beside him.
"You may enter the house." he tried again, seeing if it was the permission the naked boy was looking for. Almost immediately after hearing the command, the small blonde? His hair is too dirty to really tell...took a tentative step forward into the spacious living room and stood still once more.
'This...' the dom thought to himself, 'is going to be one long road to recovery.'
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Disclaimer
This story may be triggering for some, I'm sorry I can't put a trigger right before everything that may be triggering because this story contains the recovery from sexual abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, and the lack of a childhood.
There are mentions of repetitive rape, there are mentions of self harm and suicide, physical abuse, and anxiety.
There will be CONSENTUAL smut and lots of fluff along the road.
In this book, you'll get a behind the scenes look at how your favorite characters were born, my creative process, and the dirty details never before revealed.
Tex's Camp Q&A: Come sit by the fire and ask me whatever you'd like. We can roast marshmallows, tell scary stories, and hang out in the comments like a big, happy family.
Gator's Backstage Pass: A place full of secrets. Learn the-sometimes embarrassing-details on how my wildest scenes came to life, facts about the characters, the process, and myself.