Page 22 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Collin blushed and shut up.
Mr. Moreau was still traveling back from Japan and not expected to arrive until Monday afternoon. So it was just Mr. Reevesworth and Collin after Damian headed out. There was work on the inheritance case that couldn’t be put off, but Damian promised he’d knock off before dinner.
“I think it’s time,” Mr. Reevesworth said to Collin when they were alone.
Collin finished putting away the last of the dishes from breakfast and hung up the towel. Everything in the kitchen was almost perfect. Mr. Moreau would have nothing to fuss about when he came back. “Sir?”
“There’s one room in The Residency where you’ve never been. Émeric and I agree it’s time you see it.”
Tingles ran up Collin’s arms. “Yes, sir.”
The walk down the hall seemed to take longer than usual. Collin forced his hands to hold still by his side. Mr. Reevesworth unlocked the door behind which he had disappeared several times with Damian.
Instead of overhead fixtures, ambient light radiated from the upper edges of the room, filling it with a red glow. A similar glow came from near the floorboards. The floor was dark wood, sealed with something shiny and thick. It wasn’t black but a deep, rich brown, like coffee.
In the center of the far side of the room was a freestanding Saint Andrew’s cross in the same deep wood stain. Near the door and against the wall was the already familiar pet kennel. The entrance was all the way to one side of the room, leaving the rest of the room available and empty of either doors or windows. Entirely private. The walls were also paneled in wood.
Here and there were pieces of art, and what had to be fake greenery ran around the top of the room. There was a spanking bench to the left, and an old armoire dominated the short wall to the far left with ivy tumbling down the side. To one side of it was a heavy chair of wood framing and leather padding. A large table, folded in half and on wheels, was stored against the back wall beside the cross.
The center of the room was empty except for a black rug about eight feet wide and ten feet long. There was nothing on the rug. While there were other things in the room, some appeared to be broken down and stored, Collin did not have names for them.
Collin shifted his weight from side to side. Do I belong here?
“What do you think, Collin?”
“It’s intense, sir.”
“It can be.” Mr. Reevesworth looked over the room as if trying to see it for the first time again. He shut the door behind them. “Some masters and doms have rules for these rooms, such as their submissives always being naked. I do not have such rules. I don’t need them. If you would like such rules in the future, express them.
“Yes, sir.”
Mr. Reevesworth nodded to himself. “Go ahead, explore. Ask questions.”
Collin padded deeper into the room, feeling the carpet under his bare feet and then the hard floor again as he approached the Saint Andrew’s cross.
“May I touch, sir?”
“Yes.”
Collin ran his hand over the wood. “Do you use this often?”
“Sometimes more often than others. My taste and the taste of my partners shifts over time. I find that we gravitate more toward some things than others at different points. For a while, I found myself using the spanking bench almost every week, and then it was something else.”
“All I can think about is how much money this must have cost.”
Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “Émeric and I didn’t buy this all ourselves. Some of it is inherited from Franklin, such as the cross you’re touching.”
“Your teacher.”
“Teacher, lover, mentor, yes.”
“You must have a lot of memories, then.”
“Many.” Mr. Reevesworth smiled softly. “And I expect there will be many more.”
Collin turned around. His master was still by the door, giving him space. “So, what have you imagined me on the most?”
Mr. Reevesworth laughed and moved toward Collin, taking him by the wrist and pulling him forward till they were chest to chest. He stroked Collin’s cheek. “None of them, actually. Just you, here, on the rug, panting, eyes open, begging for more.”
