Page 9 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Collin shuddered. “Pain, please. Now. Need it.”
Blunt teeth sank into the place where his neck connected to his shoulder. Collin’s back arched, and his mouth opened in a scream. But the pressure went on and on. He gasped, muscles contracting. Mr. Reevesworth did not let up. He had Collin in his teeth as if he were a puppy he was bringing to heel. The rush cascaded through Collin’s nerves, down his limbs, into his hands, down his spine, and into his legs, making him weak. It washed away thought, leaving nothingness behind. Collin sank into the agony, into the space that it opened, the quietness of clarity. He slumped, hanging in his doms’ combined hands and teeth.
Slowly, Mr. Reevesworth released the bite. Collin sagged forward. Mr. Moreau caught him, turning him so that he landed on his back on the man’s legs.
Mr. Reevesworth loomed over Collin, his arms on either side of Collin’s waist. “Was that enough pain, boy?”
Collin’s eyes fluttered slowly. “Master.” He felt as if he were slurring his syllables, but that word was the only answer he had.
Then he burst into sobs.
Mr. Reevesworth carried Collin in his arms. In a distant way, Collin wondered how the man was able to carry him so easily, but then again, he’d seen the weights the man lifted in the gym. Mr. Moreau went ahead and opened doors, then pulled back the covers on the master bed. Mr. Reevesworth set Collin on the mattress sitting up. Mr. Moreau slid in behind Collin. Together, the two doms undressed him. Naked, Collin shivered. He was still crying, his chest heaving, his face so covered in snot they stopped several times to wipe it dry, and still he couldn’t stop.
Mr. Moreau looked to his husband. “If you hold him, I’ll make something warm to drink.”
“I’ve got him. Thank you.”
“Of course.” Mr. Moreau kissed Mr. Reevesworth on the lips and glided from the room.
Collin stared after him, shivering. He couldn’t seem to move on his own except to pull his arms and legs in against his belly. He gripped the hand towel Mr. Reevesworth had retrieved for him when tissues hadn’t been enough.
“Here, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth pulled off his shirt and joined Collin on the bed. “Come here and get warm.”
Collin turned to him, spreading the towel over Mr. Reevesworth’s shoulder and chest where his snotty face was going to go.
Mr. Reevesworth smiled, tucked him under his arm, and lay back, pulling the covers over both of them. “Cry it all out, little one. Let it go.”
Gratefulness suffused Collin’s chest, but he didn’t seem to have words. He rubbed his face against Mr. Reevesworth’s chest and kissed the man’s nipple. It tightened and perked up. And that made him smile. He kissed it again. But now he was smearing snot and tears on the man. He rubbed at the mess with the edge of the towel.
Mr. Reevesworth groaned. “Pretty boy, you keep that up, and there’s going to be a plug in your ass to keep me out of it.”
Collin laughed through his tears. How’s that going to stop you? You could just take the plug out. Words, however, were not working yet, and every now again another sob was shuddering through him, so he just dared a glance at Mr. Reevesworth’s face. The man was smiling. Collin dropped his face into the man’s armpit, where it smelled like home and quiet and strength and warmth. It was nice there. Maybe he would stay for a while. He wiggled around so he could lay on his stomach, pressed against Mr. Reevesworth’s side, one leg trapped under his master’s and his arm wrapped around the man’s waist. And goddamn it, he started crying all over again.
Why?
The bite on the arch of his neck throbbed. His head was spacey, but warmth was coming back. And he wasn’t leaving.
The world was an okay place to be. Even if he couldn’t stop sobbing. Even that, somehow, felt good.
He woke to sunlight streaming through the window and Mr. Reevesworth climbing back into bed. He smelled like the cat but oddly fishy. Collin wrinkled his nose.
“Just giving Artemis her meds. The smell of those cat pill treats doesn’t wash off. I’m sorry, kitten.”
Collin made a face and latched on to the man as he lay back down, but that meant that he was farther away from the warm body behind him. This was not acceptable. He tugged on Mr. Reevesworth’s waist until the man chuckled and scooted toward the center of the bed, squishing Collin between Mr. Moreau and himself.
Better. Collin put his head down and purred, rubbing himself against the bodies on either side of him. This was the best dream ever.
A large hand stroked his ass and squeezed. “Keep that up, boy, you’ll end up with icing on your buns.”
Mr. Reevesworth snorted around a laugh. “Émeric, that was not as erotic as I think you meant it to be.”
Mr. Moreau snorted, sounding stuffy and grumpy. “Speak to my editor.”
Had last night happened? Was this real? He twisted around so that he was facing Mr. Moreau and his ass was against Mr. Reevesworth’s groin, and he wrapped his arms and one leg around the dark Frenchman. No, the man was really there. And looking pleased and open as he had before, before he’d turned cold.
“Good morning, baby. You’re tense.”
“Are you really my dom now, too?”
