Page 13 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
“Uh, no, sir?”
“You’re still wearing the cage.”
“Oh.” Collin glanced down. He was. He looked small and—his mind blanked for a moment. He looked held, his dick trapped and soft beside Mr. Reevesworth’s free and stiffening cock.
“I’m fine, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth hummed in the back of his throat. He slid his finger deeper, twisting and searching. The pad of his finger pressed down on Collin’s prostate from the inside. Collin groaned. He arched into Mr. Reevesworth’s body.
“Still fine, boy?”
Collin dragged air into his lungs. “Yes, sir.”
“Don’t tell me just what you think I want to hear.”
“I—” Collin swallowed and gripped Mr. Reevesworth with his free arm, the one not trapped between them. “I’m truly fine, sir.”
“You don’t want it off?”
“I don’t think so, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth hummed low in his chest. His finger continued to work inside Collin, spreading tingling soft feelings up his spine and down his legs. He felt small and warm.
“Take a moment to think, Collin. And tell me why you aren’t asking for the cage to come off.”
Collin closed his eyes. His hands cooled, and his feet tingled. The first signs of panic. He pressed his face even more deeply into Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder until he could feel the man’s heartbeat. Words slipped away from him, skittering here and there. He grasped at them, dragging them back from the flow of his thought river, offering them up, one at a time, like fish caught with great care.
“I like your face, sir. When you see me struggle. When I suffer for you. And when I serve you. If I wanted to come, I could do that on my own. I have done that on my own. But I can’t serve myself on my own. I can’t give myself what you give me when you hold me down. I can’t give if you’re not taking. And I like that better. I want to be thinking about you. I want to feel…the way you make me feel. I want to matter, like that. I don’t want to go away, like one does in one’s head, when cumming. I want to stay for every moment.”
Mr. Reevesworth’s finger stilled. His hand spread out and gripped Collin’s buttock, and his other arm slid over Collin’s shoulder. He drew Collin in, holding him so tight air almost left Collin’s lungs.
“Oh, Collin. Pet. You precious boy. What if I want to see you cum?”
“Then take that off me. And I’ll cum as often as you want.”
“You shouldn’t be so giving, Collin. I haven’t earned this. You barely know me.”
“Life is short, sir. And if you’re not who you say you are, if you’re not what your actions say you are, I’ll reclaim all of me. I’ll drag the pieces back into my soul, and I’ll leave you.”
“Do that.” Mr. Reevesworth rolled Collin onto his back, rising up on all fours above him, his finger still in Collin’s hole.
Collin raised his hand. There were tears in Mr. Reevesworth’s eyes. He touched one. “Sir?”
Mr. Reevesworth closed his eyes. Two tears, hot and heavy, fell on Collin’s chest.
“Sir?” Collin started to rise.
Mr. Reevesworth pressed his finger deeper while on his knees above him. Collin dropped back against the bed with a gasp. His hands fell against the bed in surrender.
“I’m going to protect you, you beautiful boy. I’m going to give you every weapon you can wield and every shield I can craft. And I am going to turn you loose on the world as a paladin. But at the end of each day, know that you can find your place at my feet. I’ll make the world quiet for you and soft for you. To them, you will be a warrior and a terror, and to me, you will be my delicate kitten, mewing beneath me.”
He slid three fingers into Collin’s mouth. Tears burned in Collin’s eyes then. He swallowed around the digits, opening up and letting them into his throat. There was nowhere else he was thinking of, nowhere else he wanted to be but here, taken and gripped from both ends of his being by this man.
“I’m going to have you,” Mr. Reevesworth breathed. He took his hand from Collin’s mouth and found the lube again.
Collin’s thighs fell apart. His eyes were only for Mr. Reevesworth as the man knelt between his legs. He gripped Collin by the knees and pulled him up, pushing a pillow under Collin’s buttocks. More lube poured over his fingers, and then he slid two fingers into Collin’s hole.
It was more than Collin had had there in years. He arched into the invasion, fissures of heat running up his nerves and lighting up his back. His fingers gripped the comforter and twisted the fabric. Mr. Reevesworth pressed his free hand against Collin’s lower belly.
