Page 26 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“He’s on a leash.”
“Yes, well, we were distracted.” That was Mr. Moreau.
“He couldn’t have gone out the front door. That means he’s in here somewhere.”
Up and down the hallway, doors opened and closed. Someone entered the master suite. It sounded like Mr. Reevesworth’s footsteps. Collin bit his cheeks and tried not to shiver. What if he made the coats shake?
“Collin? Are you hiding, Collin?”
Mr. Reevesworth entered the walk-in closet. “Artemis, have you seen Collin?”
Collin squeezed his fists together inside the mittens.
The coats were suddenly swept back. Collin flinched. Mr. Reevesworth scowled down at him. “There you are, you little scamp.”
Collin gave him a wide-eyed stare. Now that he was caught, he wasn’t sure if this had been a good idea or not.
Mr. Reevesworth studied him for exactly two seconds and then reached down and picked him up in both arms. A startled yelp escaped Collin’s throat. He scrambled to cling to his dom, but kitten mittens were absolutely no help. Mr. Reevesworth held him with one arm around his chest and another around Collin’s thighs, practically folding him in half. How strong was this man! He started walking toward the hallway.
“Émeric, Damian, I found him.”
Mr. Moreau stepped out of the sitting room at the end of the hall, and Damian came from the direction of the guest bedroom.
Mr. Moreau shook his head. “Where was he?”
“Hiding under the coats in the closet.”
“Of course. Well, I guess we’ll have to be a bit more careful with that leash, won’t we?”
“So it seems.” Mr. Reevesworth carried Collin out to the couch. He flipped Collin over onto his stomach over his knees with Collin’s head and chest resting on the cushions on one side and his lower legs extending onto the other end of the couch. Then his hand wrapped around Collin’s wrists, and there was a clink. Collin pulled; his wrists were now firmly latched together. Collin whined.
Mr. Reevesworth paid Collin’s complaint absolutely no attention. He gripped Collin around the waist and lifted his knee, which raised Collin’s ass.
There was only one thing that could mean. Collin tensed.
Mr. Reevesworth’s bare hand smacked down on Collin’s defenseless butt.
Ouch!
Collin twisted away. That stung. Not badly, but still!
Mr. Reevesworth pulled Collin more firmly over his knees and rubbed Collin’s ass. “Such a pretty ass, kitten. Thank you for giving me an excuse to paint it.”
Collin mewed and shook his head. But he couldn’t stop himself from lifting his ass for another. Mr. Reevesworth obliged. The sound cracked through the room, mortifyingly loud. Collin pressed his face into the cushion. Heat spread out from where the smack landed, traveling straight into his groin and making something in his chest hum.
Mr. Reevesworth gripped Collin’s waist more firmly. “Oh, kitten. I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“I think he loves it.” Damian sat down in a chair across from the couch.
“Collin was built for spankings.” Mr. Reevesworth rained down another smack.
Humiliation and pleasure coiled around the burn and left Collin shaking. This was good pain.
“Don’t worry, kitten. I need your tail out of the way for a moment.” Mr. Reevesworth pulled the plug from Collin’s ass. Almost immediately, another strike came, this time right across the center of Collin’s rear, almost on his hole.
I like you tender. Mr. Moreau’s words swirled inside Collin’s head. They were making him tender everywhere.
Mr. Reevesworth’s hand rose and fell. Collin arched up into the heat and pain. Muscles in his back blossomed and released. His skin was flushing. Fullness filled his chest. A wet laugh bubbled out of him. His feet kicked out as Mr. Reevesworth started to work down his thighs. A prod; he let his legs fall open, moaning as strikes lit up the nerves on the insides of his thighs. He tried to recoil.
