
About Vanilla: The Dominant Ingredient
by Andy Slayde & Ali Wilde
105 pages / 22500 words ISBN: 978-1-61040-097-8
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No home, no more job - such as it was, anyway - and his only possession
is the pair of leather pants he ran away in. Things can only get better from
here. Right? But what Ajay doesn't realize is that better isn't necessarily
good enough. He meets Cameron, a Dom without a sub, who gives him a place to
stay. Cameron can get sex anywhere, and is astoundingly impervious to Ajay's
charms. Just when nothing seems to be working, Ajay discovers an interesting
fact about vanilla and is willing to defile the Mackenzie dining table and
risk the Mackenzie crystal to prove that he is worthy. And hopefully change
Cameron's mind.

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Thunder crashed and Ajay felt
vibrations. He huddled under the comforter, closing his eyes tightly
against the lightning flashes that lit the filmy blue curtain at the
window. The next crash of thunder came hot on the heels of the bright as
day lightning, rattling the window, and Ajay peeked out cautiously. The
rain pelting against the glass cast eerie shadows against the pale
yellow walls, the leafless trees in the garden spreading their spiky
branches, moving in the howling wind, long fingers coming after him.
Lightning lit his room, brighter than
any electric light, and the thunder sounded like two tin trays bashed
together before it rolled across the sky. As if sleeping alone wasn't bad
enough, Ajay hated storms. He seriously wondered how Cameron would take to
being woken by him... if he could pluck up the courage to leave the safety
of his bed. A clap of thunder, without even the warning of lightning, solved
that problem for Ajay. In just six steps, he was out of bed, across the
floor and out the room, finding himself at Cameron's door.
He knocked quietly. "Sir?"
When there was only silence, he
knocked again, louder, only to have his knock drowned out by another rumble
of thunder. Eyes wide -- he couldn't believe he was standing naked in a
strange hallway during a thunder storm -- Ajay pushed open Cameron's bedroom
door and slipped into the dark room. He'd risk anything to be with someone,
even if it was only until the storm passed. Just hearing Cameron's even
breathing began to settle him.
"Sir?"
Cameron snuffled and rolled over as a
lightning flash ignited the room with white light. "Ajay?"
"Yes." Ajay shivered, jumping when
the thunder crashed once more.
Cameron sat up, a shadow on the bed.
"What's the matter, caraid?"
"Sorry, Sir. I, um... scared, Sir."
Ajay heard the tremor in his voice and hoped that Cameron didn't think him
pathetic.
"It’s only a storm, Ajay. Nothing to
be scared of."
More neon lightning, another deafening crack of
thunder. Tears rolled down Ajay's cheeks and he sniffed. “Sir? Please?" He
didn't even care if Cameron let him into the bed. He'd curl up happily at
Cameron's feet or on the floor. He just needed to be with someone.
Cameron shifted and flipped the
corner of the comforter back. "Don't tell anyone about this. You'll ruin my
reputation."
Ajay sniffed again and wiped his eyes
with the back of his hand. "Thank you, Sir."
He padded across the room and slipped
into Cameron's warm bed, instantly curling into a ball and snuggling into
the big man.
"No." Cameron moved backwards and
pushed Ajay away from him. "This is a one time thing only. You'll have to
learn that storms won't hurt you."
"Yes, Sir." Ajay pulled the comforter
around him and snuggled down under it. If sleeping in Cameron's bed, in his
warmth, was all he was going to get, so be it. He was going to be there in
the morning and he'd never received a complaint or refusal for his early
morning head jobs.
"Sleep now, caraid." Cameron's
voice was unexpectedly gentle. "Nothing will hurt you."
"Thank you, Sir," Ajay whispered, but
lay awake for some time, listening to the thunder rumble its way across the
night. Eventually it was just the rain, falling steadily against the
backdrop of Cameron's breathing, and Ajay found himself lulled to sleep.
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