Page 59 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“Considering we have private security outside the door and two of us were in the hospital last night, yes, I am.”
“Would you rather I went with you or Mr. Reevesworth, sir?”
“I’m not your dom.” Mr. Moreau bit his cheek. “And I do trust you, Damian.”
Damian reached up and put a hand on Mr. Moreau’s leg. “I have Linda. And my team at the office. Eleanor is a lioness. And Ellisandre would burn the city down if I needed them to. I’ll be all right, I promise.”
Mr. Moreau sat down on the floor. “I don’t like how alone you are sometimes.”
Damian scrambled up on his knees and turned to face Mr. Moreau.
Mr. Moreau sighed. “I know I’m not your dom, Damian. But I care, I care about you a lot. You know you’re one of my boys.”
Damian shot Mr. Reevesworth a look and then moved forward, straddling Mr. Moreau. He looped his arms around the older man’s shoulders. “You’re not my dom. But you are like an uncle. I’m fine being one of your boys. So, tell me what you need.”
Mr. Moreau didn’t seem to know what to say, but his arm came up, and he hugged Damian.
Collin leaned toward Damian and stage-whispered, “So bossy. You’re totally a dom, dude.”
“Hush.” Damian mock glared. “You’re on speech restriction.”
Collin’s hands flew to his mouth, and he turned toward Mr. Reevesworth.
Mr. Reevesworth smirked. “Émeric, I think kitten has earned a spanking tonight.”
“Excellent.” Mr. Moreau reached out and ruffled Collin’s hair. “I look forward to it. We can do it after his bath.”
Collin grumbled and buried his face in the couch.
“What do you need, though, Émeric?” Mr. Reevesworth said. “I find myself agreeing with Damian. You’re looking after everyone else.”
“I need you all to be all right. And to be safe.” Mr. Moreau let out a deep breath. “I almost don’t want to go to Kyoto, not with all this going on. I don’t want to leave all of you.”
“Have you talked to Ami?”
“Not in a few days.”
“Is she awake yet?”
Mr. Moreau checked his watch. “Another hour or so, and she’ll be able to take calls. She won’t even look at her phone till she’s finished cleaning the jinja.”
“Ami never steers you wrong.” Mr. Reevesworth leaned down and squeezed Mr. Moreau’s hand. “Ask her what she thinks.”
Mr. Moreau huffed and nodded. He wrapped both arms around Damian and hugged him, head buried in the younger man’s neck. Damian let him, slowly rubbing Mr. Moreau’s shoulders and nuzzling his head.
Collin stood still on the shower mat, letting Mr. Moreau dry him from head to toe. The shower had been relaxing, but now he was about to be spanked. Was he supposed to be nervous? More than half of him was looking forward to it.
Mr. Moreau hung up the towel and came back, pulling Collin against him in a hug. He kissed the top of Collin’s head and ran his hands up and down Collin’s back and down to his buttocks, curving his hands around each of Collin’s ass cheeks one at a time. Collin groaned and leaned into Mr. Moreau’s chest. He still wasn’t allowed to talk, of course.
“We can do this two ways, mon petit chaton. It’s been a big day, so we can do it here on the couch in the bedroom over the lap, and then I wrap you up in a fuzzy robe, and we have dinner in the living room with Richard and Damian, or…”
This is what he really wants. Collin could hear it.
“You can let me put you on display.”
Collin’s face burned. Display was like what he’d been on Sunday. With his poor cock hard and stiff for everyone to see.
“I’ll take you out to the coffee table, lay you down face up, have Richard fold your legs up to your chest, and put a pillow under your bum, then spank you. And after, you can stay like that until I’m done enjoying the view.”
