This story follows the events of 'Becoming His Property' but it can easily be read as a loose standing story.
It’s uncommon for Erik Chambers to see anyone twice. His taste is too specific and he gets bored too quickly. If you sleep with someone twice you’ll start to see all their imperfections, which is why Erik never bothers. Except that he’s been seeing Arlen repeatedly over the past three weeks… Perhaps it’s because Arlen is pretty. Or perhaps he sees something in Arlen that Arlen fails to see in himself. Whatever it is, he is about to push Arlen’s limits and give him a taste of true humiliation.
“Y-you want t-to do what?” he asked nervously, immediately regretting the question, as he knew what Erik thought of questions and how he retaliated whenever Arlen asked one.
“Now, now, Arlen, don’t disappoint me,” Erik replied darkly. “You heard me perfectly. I want to take you out, is that so strange?”
“No… the other thing,” Arlen replied. “The other thing you said… what was that?”
“‘In a pretty dress’,” Erik repeated.
“Yes,” Arlen stated nervously, as he’d already feared he’d heard Erik right when he’d said those words. “I can’t--”
“You will."
It’s uncommon for Erik Chambers to see anyone twice. His taste is too specific and he gets bored too quickly. If you sleep with someone twice you’ll start to see all their imperfections, which is why Erik never bothers. Except that he’s been seeing Arlen repeatedly over the past three weeks… Perhaps it’s because Arlen is pretty. Or perhaps he sees something in Arlen that Arlen fails to see in himself. Whatever it is, he is about to push Arlen’s limits and give him a taste of true humiliation.
“Y-you want t-to do what?” he asked nervously, immediately regretting the question, as he knew what Erik thought of questions and how he retaliated whenever Arlen asked one.
“Now, now, Arlen, don’t disappoint me,” Erik replied darkly. “You heard me perfectly. I want to take you out, is that so strange?”
“No… the other thing,” Arlen replied. “The other thing you said… what was that?”
“‘In a pretty dress’,” Erik repeated.
“Yes,” Arlen stated nervously, as he’d already feared he’d heard Erik right when he’d said those words. “I can’t--”
“You will."
