Page 51 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
They ate dinner in the kitchen, takeout as normal when Mr. Moreau was absent. When dinner was over, Collin cleaned up as Mr. Reevesworth enjoyed the last of his wine.
“Do you cook, sir?”
“I’m not talented, no. I could make scrambled eggs if necessary. Heat up soup. It doesn’t hold my interest long enough to do well.”
“But you enjoy good food.”
“Excellent cooks are artists. Another realm in which I also have no talent.” Mr. Reevesworth reached out and grabbed Collin around the waist. “It’s why boys like you have to suffer all my attention.” He dragged Collin down across his lap. “Face down, ass up, pet.”
Collin gulped and turned over clumsily. Mr. Reevesworth caught his wrists and folded his arms behind his back.
“Comfortable, pretty boy?”
Collin grunted. “I feel like I’m sliding off, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth pulled Collin’s waist in closer to his own and lifted his knee.
“Better?”
“Yes, sir.” Collin huffed a little through his nose. Blood rushed to his head but not too badly. He closed his eyes.
Mr. Reevesworth ran his free hand over Collin’s ass. “A few days ago, you hurt yourself when I had you kneel for dinner. You did very well even so. I think I will have you kneel for breakfast tomorrow. It’s a shorter meal. We can eat out in the living room, and I’ll teach you the position I want you to take.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth pulled Collin up, then picked him up, bridal style, as he stood and moved toward the living room.
“Sir!” Collin flung his arms around his dom’s neck. His head spun, and he closed his eyes tight. The archway was so close. They weren’t going to fit. He tucked his head in against Mr. Reevesworth’s neck and tensed.
“It’s safe, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth sat down on a couch, still holding Collin. He settled Collin in his lap and moved the pillows around. “I should give you time to move your stuff to your new room, but I think I’d rather hold you for a while.”
“I like being held, sir.” Collin settled himself with his head against Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder. “I just don’t know where I should sleep tonight.”
“My room. I think you should break in the new bed some more.”
“Why do I think you don’t just mean sleeping, sir.” He was too warm and comfortable with a full belly to put the weight of his suspicion in his voice, but he was suspicious all the same.
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “Probably because I told you that boys like you have to suffer my attentions.”
Collin sniffed, on purpose, and hid his face in Mr. Reevesworth’s shirt. Mr. Reevesworth laughed softly and played with his hair, not trying to drag Collin back out.
“We should talk about your education, though,” Mr. Reevesworth murmured after a while. “You have etiquette starting next week, but languages take the longest of nearly any skill to acquire.”
“I took some Spanish.”
“Do you want to keep studying that language?”
Collin shrugged and half sat up, using the pillows to let him turn and face his dom without getting out of his lap. “Not really. It’s a nice language and all, but it was just the one requirement I could get out of the way to graduate.”
“Is there a different language you’d actually like to be able to use well?”
Collin rubbed his chin with a knuckle. “Does it need to be one that you all already speak in The Residency?”
“No, actually, if it’s an entirely new language, that will add to the skill sets we collectively have.”
“So, we already have French, Arabic, English, what else? Korean for Damian.”
“I speak Spanish, German, and some Russian.”
