Page 23 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
Damian shook his head. “Someone’s getting a spanking.”
Collin groaned and rolled over, curling up in the fetal position. “Please wait till I’m less full. I don’t want to throw up.”
Mr. Reevesworth leaned down from the couch. His large hand cracked across Collin’s ass. “You’ll go to a spa if I say so, pet.”
Collin took his hands away from his face long enough to say, “Yes, sir,” and he hid again.
Damian snuggled up beside him. “It’s okay, little brother. I was way worse.”
“Were you?”
“He was.” Mr. Reevesworth sighed. “The first time I showed him a nail file, the brat bit his nails off just to spite me.”
Collin raised both eyebrows. “But Damian looks like a model now. He wears eyeliner sometimes!”
“Yes, that’s new.” Mr. Reevesworth’s cast an assessing look toward his older submissive. “When Damian and I first met, he was wild.”
Damian shook his head. “I was. Very wild and ragged. I think I wore sir out. He had to pick something softer and easier than me the next time around.” He patted Collin.
“I am grateful for each moment I’ve had with you, Damian. The hard ones and the later ones. I still say that all of you is important to what you are today.”
Damian chuckled. “That’s because you like what I do to your enemies.”
Mr. Reevesworth raised his coffee mug in a salute. “Perhaps one reason. Certainly not the first reason.”
Around four in the afternoon, Damian and Collin ambled out into the public spaces of the city. Damian ordered boba tea for himself and bought Collin a pumpkin spice latte—decaf.
Collin accepted it with a sigh. “All this eating and drinking is going to make me fat.”
Damian shook his head and tsked. “You need a little more base weight, something to burn in the gym.”
“Isn’t the gym boring?”
“Not with a pair of earbuds and some good music. I just zone out. Five miles, gone.”
Collin shook his head. “I tried the gym a few times. It just doesn’t seem like there’s any point.”
“You’ll learn.” Damian sucked a boba ball up the thick straw in his cup. “Come on, there’s not much more time for the shops to be open. We need to find your style.”
Collin sighed. “I should have gotten this with caffeine.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’ve never seen you in the same outfit twice.”
Damian chuckled. “The fact that you know gives me hope. Perhaps you can learn to dress yourself yet.”
Collin pulled a face. “I can put my feet into my pants as well as anyone else.”
Damian threw an arm around his neck and snuggled him into a headlock. “That’s it, no decision-making for you.”
Collin intended to buy nothing. He didn’t know how much money was in his account, mostly because he was terrified to look; though he suspected Linda had paid him. Damian, however, “fell in love” with one long-sleeved shirt and a vest for Collin and paid for them himself, insisting he be allowed to “celebrate.” Evidently, torturing Collin was the cause of celebration. Afterward, they ambled with their bags for an hour and ended up in a quiet medieval-looking bar. Damian seemed to know the barkeeper. They ordered steak salads and wine and settled into a booth at the back of the dimly lit room.
“This is nice.” Damian lounged in the seat.
“You like coming here?”
“Yes. But it’s also nice to have company.”
