Page 41 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Mr. Reevesworth’s eyes crinkled up with humor. He clapped Damian on the shoulder. “Proud of you, pup.”
Damian beamed but allowed himself only a moment before getting down to business. “So, let’s see these papers.”
Mr. Reevesworth nodded at Collin.
Collin opened up the briefcase and handed them over. “Um, sir, before I do the next thing, may I relieve myself?”
Mr. Reevesworth gestured to the bathroom and followed Collin inside. Collin’s hands went to his pants, but suddenly he had no personal space and his master was leaning over him, backing him up against the wall.
“Master?”
Mr. Reevesworth leaned down, nuzzling Collin’s neck. “You smell better after the walk.”
“Uh, thank you?”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled dark and low. “I still want you to bathe, thoroughly, when we get home. That man was too close to you earlier.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth slid his hand into Collin’s hair, just above the nape of his neck and tilted his head up, sealing his mouth over Collin’s. Collin’s hands started to rise and then fell, a heavy, submissive need suffusing his limbs. His knees softened, and his back sank against the wall, but he was kissing back, stroking his tongue over his master’s as it mapped his mouth.
By degrees, Mr. Reevesworth kissed more shallowly and then finally backed away, letting Collin go and pulling out the key to the urethra plug. “Let’s let you relieve yourself, kitten, and then you can go rescue my office from lack of documentation.”
Collin rubbed his lips absently. “Sir? I mean, yes, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth pulled the plug out of Collin’s piss slit. “Don’t worry, Collin. Believe me, Barker and his crew do not know half the weight that I will bring down on them.”
He turned Collin toward the toilet bowl, holding his cock in one hand, his other arm wrapped around Collin’s chest, and kissed him on the top of his head.
“Now be a good pet.”
Ash regarded Collin with dark eyes. “Lunch was good, Collin, my man, but you want me to do what? Inventory? I’m playing chess with bad guys across the world, and you’re telling me I need to put labels on things and make spreadsheets?”
“It’s that or work with an underling.”
Ash cast an eye around his dungeon. “I don’t have room for underlings.”
“We could make room.”
“People are loud.” Ash crossed his arms. “Too many people and my head gets…” He gestured wildly, like each of his arms had become a dysregulated windmill. “I promised Mr. Reevesworth I’d keep his companies safe and working. No one said anything about paperwork!”
Collin put his head in his hands. While Ash was technically doing exactly what he’d promised Mr. Reevesworth, the three floors of offices truly did need a functioning IT department. And Ash was not that. The offices were secure but not really organized or serviced.
Ash did not understand the problem. Though he’d quite maturely not brushed Collin off. They’d been discussing the issue for ten minutes, and Ash’s confusion was genuine. He’d even retrieved his work contract.
“It honestly doesn’t have to be your wheelhouse.” Collin tried again. “We could hire a tech support person, like a help desk person and a local network engineer.”
Ash made a face. “I do keep everything updated. And connected. I do the boring stuff. Yesterday, I even repaired Bruiski’s printer.”
That had been impressive. Ash had literally opened the possessed thing up and replaced two inches of wire and made it work again.
“What if…” Collin sat up, an idea hitting him. “Let’s watch a TV show.”
“What?”
“Yeah, there’s this TV show. Reality TV, you know.”
“Is it about spreadsheets?”
