Page 69 of Collin: Episodes 4-6
He parted his lips. Tea, tenderly sweet and tasting of oranges, splashed over his tongue. He pulled every last drop from the mug and sank back, gasping for air. Heat spread from his belly up into his chest and down into his loins. “Can you give me one of my hands, please. I think it’s about to come.”
Damian raised his foot and pressed the ball of it against the base of Collin’s dick, pointing it down. “Just pee.”
Collin jerked on his cuffs, eyes flashing to Damian’s face. But Damian was merely gazing down at him, face implacable.
“You’ve got your foot on my dick, dude.”
“Yes, I do.”
“What the fuck?”
“You can do this, Collin. This is a punishment. Pee, and we can move on to what’s next.”
Collin jerked on the cuffs again.
Strong fingers sank into Collin’s hair, gripping it. “You can do this, Collin.”
“You’re NOT my dom.”
“No, I’m what your dom is using.”
Angry tears collected on the edges of Collin’s eyes and ran down his face. “Go find your own sub, but I’m not yours! Okay? We’re friends, but I’m not your fucking sub, so get the hell off of me. Red. Fucking red.”
Collin squeezed his eyes shut. Damian was suddenly gone, leaving nothing but the pulse of warm water hitting Collin on the shoulder, and then Mr. Reevesworth was there, right in front of him, hands on the cuffs, lifting them off the hook. Collin fell into him, his forehead coming to rest on the crook of Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder, and suddenly he could breathe. Suddenly the world wasn’t turning so fast. The only thing that was wrong was that the collar of Mr. Reevesworth’s shirt meant there was less skin he could press his face against.
Mr. Reevesworth started to touch the latches on the cuffs. Collin pulled his wrists back against his body.
“I’m taking them off, Collin. You said red.”
“I said red to Damian, sir, not to you, not to punishment.”
Mr. Reevesworth stilled in the falling water. “I’m going to check in on you then. What are you thinking right now?”
“That you smell good.”
“And what were you thinking when you said red?”
“That…” Collin closed his mouth. He couldn’t articulate the mass of emotion that had surged through him without sharing Damian’s secret.
“It’s not mine to say, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth’s hands tightened around Collin’s wrists. “Are you saying there’s something between you and Damian that I don’t know about?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you trust me to finish what I had him start?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Can Damian stay?”
“He can watch, not do.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“No.”
“Is there distrust between the two of you?”
