Yield Under Great Persuasion

by Alexandra Rowland

Tam Becket did not care for Lord Lyford. On the other hand, gods, the man had a cock on him.

On one hand, the prick: Obnoxious, entitled, smug, thoughtless, impractical, excessive, irresponsible, unreliable, and lazy. On the other hand, the prick’s prick: Long, incredibly girthy, deliciously curved, hard as a rock, ravenous, and roped with veins that made it look ferocious enough that Tam’s mouth started watering at the very thought of it and his traitorous legs somehow kept falling open on their own, despite all efforts to convince himself that he definitely did not need Lyford’s cock to live and that he certainly would not die without

“This is so far beyond flirting. This is inappropriate and—and egregiously over the line.” “Have you told him to stop?” “...I can’t remember,” said Tam, who knew very fucking well that he hadn’t.

He does dreadful things to me, Tam did not say. He spreads his legs so I can see the bulge of his cock in his trousers and just sits there making innocent conversation on purpose and being intentionally handsome until I can’t stand it anymore and I throw myself at his crotch. He’s a rake, that is rake behavior,

“I know this is a disappointment to you, but you must admit that it’s not fair to blame your lack of self-control on poor Nicolau’s body. He can’t help the fact that his genitals are bewitching to you. That’s your own problem.” “It’s your problem,” Tam said, aghast. “He’s your favored one, you were the one who gave him that cock!” “Did I give him that cock because he’s my favored one, or is he my favored one because he has that cock?” she said, setting her wheat down again so she could look philosophically off over the fields. “You know, I can’t remember which came first.

The fact that you aren’t enjoying the consequences does not mean that the responsibility for your discomfort is suddenly mine to account for.