Page 8 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
“Go for it.” Mr. Reevesworth cradled Collin a little more upright.
“Almost six years ago, my lover and my submissive, my consensual slave, Enzo, died in a car accident.” He swallowed and looked away.
Collin stilled. He felt pulled toward the dark Frenchman. The man’s pain was his.
Mr. Moreau collected himself. “I’ve supported Richard with his submissives ever since, and I offer Ami whatever she desires. It pleases me to please her. But I haven’t wanted to dominate anyone since Enzo. I thought that part of myself died. Until you.”
Collin’s chest clenched for new reasons. Ones he didn’t yet have names for. He couldn’t take his eyes off Mr. Moreau’s face.
“I wanted to order you to your knees in the kitchen. I wanted to roll you over in the middle of the night and sink into you. I wanted you to drink wine from my hand. I wanted to order you to go into Richard’s office during lunch breaks and send me pictures of you deep throating his cock, serving us both at the same time.”
Collin gripped Mr. Reevesworth’s arm hard enough to leave bruises.
“Why didn’t you, sir?”
“Because you had only consented to serving Richard. I didn’t know how to bring up what I was feeling without making you feel that your place here was dependent on acquiescing to my fantasies. I hadn’t yet found the words to tell Richard. If it had been only dominance, that would have been one thing, but…I was trying not to treat you as my submissive or…more…”
Collin looked up at his dom. “Sir?”
“It seems I’m not the only one who is falling in love with you, pet.”
“I was trying to give you space and time to know your own mind. And to give myself a chance to understand my own desires after they’d been silent so long. But you’re too perceptive. And too bloody brave.”
“I’m not brave, sir!”
Mr. Moreau laughed, disbelief clearly written in his face. “Oh, but you are, Collin. You clearly thought that you could lose your place, even after everything that’s happened today, and you still called me out. One can only be brave when one is actually afraid.”
Collin shook his head. He turned his face away, pressing it against Mr. Reevesworth’s chest. He didn’t feel like he was being sent away now. Actually, he felt somewhat silly.
Mr. Reevesworth kneaded his fingers in Collin’s scalp. “Collin, what you’ve described as wanting is not merely serving me. It’s also serving Émeric. He would also be your dominant.”
“Is that even possible, sir?”
Mr. Reevesworth pushed Collin back and tilted Collin’s chin up so that Collin was on his back, looking up into Mr. Reevesworth’s face. “It would mean, kitten, that I am free to share one of the most precious things I’ve found with the man who has stood at my side and held my heart for so long I can’t imagine life without him.”
“You’re not…angry?”
Mr. Reevesworth smiled, a certain light in his eyes. “Do you know the places we can go if you also belong to Émeric?”
Collin shook his head. “No, sir. I don’t.”
Mr. Reevesworth looked over at his husband. “There have always been lines between Émeric and I when it came to our submissives. Lines we respected and did not chafe under, but lines all the same. But in you, those lines have been blurring from the start. In you, I don’t have to separate myself from Émeric, not if he also owns you. We can own you together.”
Mr. Moreau leaned forward. “Can you do that, Collin? Can you stand being owned by both of us?”
Collin pushed himself so that he was kneeling on the couch between Mr. Reevesworth’s legs. “I want to say yes, sir. Just so that you’d touch me. But I don’t know what you want from me, sir. I don’t know if I can give it to you, if I even have it. I don’t know if I can make both of you happy at the same time.”
Mr. Moreau’s hand came up and hovered just in front of Collin’s cheek. “I want to share you with Richard, not take you from him. Add, not subtract. I want to cook with you. I want to introduce you to pleasure and denial and erotic pain. I want to take you to Paris and London and dress you and teach you. I want to hold you and feed you and watch you become everything you and Richard plan for you to be. I don’t need to mold you, but I need to nurture you, care for you, indulge in you, use you to expand on the pleasure I bring to Richard.”
“Yes, sir.” Collin fell back into Mr. Reevesworth’s embrace. He was crying, and he couldn’t stop. Like weights were lifting off his chest, but his mind was cracking from disbelief.
“Scared, sir. I don’t know how to do this, but…”
“We’ll keep you as close as you need to be steady, boy,” Mr. Reevesworth gripped him tight.
Mr. Moreau moved forward and took Collin’s head in his hands, wiping away Collin’s tears. “Tied to the bed if we need to.”
“Or want to,” Mr. Reevesworth half growled.
