Page 53 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
“Breakfast, sir.”
Mr. Moreau lifted his head. “Breakfast?”
“Yes, sir. I brought you breakfast. It was kind of late and going to get cold.”
Mr. Moreau sat up, rubbing his face. “I stayed out late, didn’t I?”
“I don’t know when you came back, sir.”
“Because you were asleep, like a good pet. Is that coffee?”
“You should drink water first, sir. It’s on the other side.”
Mr. Moreau’s fingers slipped off the rim of the coffee mug and retrieved the bottle of water. He opened it and drank it empty. “My gratitude, Collin. You didn’t have to.”
“I was cooking for everyone, sir. Damian’s in the living room going spare, and Mr. Reevesworth is eating in the kitchen.”
“Thank you. I can handle this. I should…get up.” Mr. Moreau put down the water and pushed toward the edge of the bed.
Collin left him to his morning.
After eating and drinking his morning coffee, there was nothing to really do but move his stuff into his new room. Once his clothes and backpack were moved and installed in the dresser and closet, Mr. Reevesworth suggested retrieving the rest of his possessions from storage where they had been placed. There wasn’t too much for the two of them to do by themselves in a couple trips on the elevator. Even after that, the room felt a little empty. Mr. Reevesworth stood in the doorway, surveying it, head tilting back and forth, as if to see it from different angles.
“Do you want anything for it? Art? Posters?”
Collin rubbed his face. “Sir!”
Mr. Reevesworth raised an eyebrow.
Collin shook his head. “You remember where I was living, right? In a food pantry. You keep spoiling me like this, you’re going to scare me off.”
“Maybe I just really want you to stay.” A moment of raw openness and vulnerability crossed Mr. Reevesworth’s face.
Collin marched across the room and grabbed his dom around the waist with both arms. “I’m here, sir. I’m not going anywhere. Who else is going to let you torture them whenever you need to torture someone?”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled and brushed his hands through Collin’s hair. “I mean, there’s Damian. And I could try with Émeric, when he allows it.”
“You mean you can try to break another bed with him.”
“That’s rare. But you’re right, pet. No one cries quite like you.”
“Sh!” Collin covered his face. “Let’s not talk about me crying.”
“But I like making you cry.” Mr. Reevesworth wrapped an arm around Collin’s waist and tilted Collin’s chin up with the crook of his finger. “You flush and tremble and suffer and still want more.”
Collin blushed. In his pants, behind the cage, his cock tried to harden. He struggled half-heartedly, gaining not an inch of freedom. “Can I claim the fifth, sir?”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled darkly. “Your mouth might, but I’ll just wring the truth out of your body.”
Collin groaned. In his pocket, his phone buzzed. He reached for it with one hand, not letting go of his dom, and checked the caller ID. “It’s Ash.”
“Answer it.”
Collin thumbed on the call and angled the phone toward his ear. “Hey, Ash, what’s up?”
“I’m so stupid.” Ash snorted on the other end. “Stupid, stupid. Collin, I think they’re going to call the police on me. No, I think they already have.”
Mr. Reevesworth’s arms released Collin. Collin drew himself up to his full height, one hand on Mr. Reevesworth’s chest, keeping them connected. “Where are you?”
