Page 12 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
“Yes, sir.”
Collin dried himself as he walked. Mr. Reevesworth dropped face down on the covers, his towel discarded. Collin hung his on the doorknob. He stood by the bed. Should I get in, wait for an order?
Mr. Reevesworth patted the comforter. “Lay down.”
Collin stretched out on his stomach, his head on one bent arm, so that he could see Mr. Reevesworth’s face.
“Closer.”
Collin edged over. Mr. Reevesworth reached out and grasped Collin’s farthest thigh in his hand. He pulled, dragging Collin in against his body.
“Better.”
Collin let out a long breath. “Are we cuddling, sir?”
“You should always assume we are cuddling, pet.”
Collin rolled onto his side and put his leg up over Mr. Reevesworth, slotting himself in against the man’s side.
Mr. Reevesworth rumbled his appreciation. His hand moved up and down Collin’s back, ass, and upper thighs. “You are full of surprises, boy.”
That observation didn’t seem to require an answer. Collin held his peace. This half-asleep, relaxed version of the powerful man of business was a dream and an enigma.
His hands slid more and more often over Collin’s ass, trailing down over his crack and then sliding between his cheeks, pressing over the bud of Collin’s hole. Collin shivered and curled inward toward Mr. Reevesworth’s chest.
“I had plans,” Mr. Reevesworth whispered into Collin’s hair. “But now I wonder if they suit you. Each test I give you, intended or not, you throw yourself into. I know so many things about you, but there are so many things that perhaps neither of us know.”
“What surprised you, sir?”
“Your punishment, when you decided to suffer for me, when you found release in suffering for me.”
Collin trembled. He pressed a hand against Mr. Reevesworth’s chest, gripping lightly.
“And then”—Mr. Reevesworth pressed his finger against Collin’s hole, just hard enough to slip the tip inside—“last night when you watched and stayed even as Émeric and I tore the room apart around you. I’ve never had a submissive stay for such display, not unless ordered. Were you not afraid?”
“No, sir.”
“Why?”
“You love him like you need inside his skin. And he loves you like he needs to drink you in.”
“There was blood on the walls.”
“Only a little, sir. A very little. I’ve had worse cooking.”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. His finger moved a little.
Collin winced. “Could you use lube, sir? I think my skin is dry from the bath.”
“It’s under the pillow.”
Collin propped himself up on his elbows and pushed his hand under the mounds of soft pillows. His hand ran into the bottle almost at once. He handed it to his dom.
Mr. Reevesworth thumbed it open. Collin tucked himself back down with his face against Mr. Reevesworth’s chest. The man’s hand found Collin’s ass again and returned to his hole, slick and cool. Collin breathed out and pushed back, easing the man’s finger inside him.
Mr. Reevesworth pushed in at least two knuckles deep. Collin shivered against Mr. Reevesworth. The man was almost lying on his side now facing him. He slid one arm under Collin’s head and gathered him close, their legs tangling together.
“Will you be frustrated like this, Collin?”
