Wishbone experienced new feelings when he contemplated Sir and Ah Jiniráo. He'd spent months at the mercy of Sir's sharp claws and strong hands. Every pleasure and agony Sir had taught him had been seething in his imagination. What would it be like to turn around and perform such acts on Sir? Wishbone wanted to bend him over, open him up and explore every secret so revealed. Wishbone might dream of forcing his prick into that opening where his tongue had been, but the dream seemed more tantalizing than likely.
What Wishbone wanted to do for love, Ah Jiniráo demanded for the sake of a grudge. It seemed desperately unfair. It was also distracting, especially when Wishbone should have been sleeping.
Thus, Wishbone attended Sir in the drawing room the next day with bleary eyes indeed. Sir had already endured a change of bandages, and a lengthy interview with a much more deferential agent of the King's Justice, and looked more tired than seemed possible. He didn't remark on Wishbone's sleepless appearance and probably thought it was due to worry.
Sir said, "The King's Justice told me that our attacker was a man known to be violent who had come into money in the past few days. He was almost certainly hired, but they don't know by whom or why. Tell me of anyone or anything you know that might shed some light on what happened yesterday."
With his head in Sir's lap and many-jointed shih-aan fingers tangled in his...