Page 58 of Collin: Episodes 10-12
Clear communication had to be one of the best things to happen to him since coming to The Residency. Actually, starting before that, going all the way back to that first meeting at that café. Which, now that he was thinking about it, they hadn’t been back to since.
“Master?”
“Yes, Collin?”
“Do you like going to that café where we met for the interview?”
“Yes, I do. Do you want to go back?”
“I think so.”
“Hmm. That’s not a bad idea.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed the side of Collin’s neck. “Auntie would love to see us again.”
“Is she actually your auntie?”
“Technically, no. But she let Linda and I sit in her first shop after school when our mother was working. She’s the one who taught me math.”
“Really?”
“Hmm, yes. It didn’t make any sense to me the way it was being taught at school. So, she sat me down with her books for the shop and had me do the math for her to tally up profit and loss and taxes. She’d have me do the figures on how much profit one recipe would make over another. That’s how I came to understand fractions.”
“That sounds so practical.”
Mr. Reevesworth chortled softly. “Reevesworth Industries and I owe a lot to that lady.”
“Why does she call you sir, then?”
“Because she didn’t know what kind of meeting I was having, and she knows that calling me sir elevates my status. She’s a big believer in appearances. Believe me, in private, she does not call me sir.”
Collin giggled. He could imagine that.
“More water, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth brought back the bottle.
Mr. Reevesworth washed himself and shampooed Collin’s hair. Then he turned off the water and dried both of them off.
Collin shook his hair out of his eyes. “Are we done, sir?”
“We are. And you’re staying exactly where you are.” Mr. Reevesworth slapped Collin’s ass and opened the door. “Émeric will be in for you soon.”
What? “Sir?”
Mr. Reevesworth stopped in the act of wrapping his towel around his waist. He grinned, eyes running up and down Collin’s naked form, still chained with his hands above his head in the corner of the shower. “I like this, pet.”
“This, sir?” What exactly was his master talking about?
Mr. Reevesworth’s eyes softened. “This, Collin. The way you let me be more with everything, in the office, with Émeric, with Damian. When I first invited you to explore The Residency, I never expected you would be more than my sub and a member of the household, but you are.”
He stepped back into the shower and threaded his fingers into Collin’s hair, tilting his head back and kissing Collin fiercely until Collin’s lips tingled and his head felt light for lack of air. Collin blinked slowly as Mr. Reevesworth pulled back, that floaty, spacey feeling of calm submission trickling into him.
“I don’t know what I did, sir.”
“You are you.” Mr. Reevesworth smiled, still holding Collin’s head, his thumb rubbing gentle circles behind Collin’s ear. “
Collin smiled back.
The door to the bathroom opened, and Mr. Moreau’s footsteps entered. Mr. Reevesworth’s smile morphed into a smirk. Staring straight at Collin, still gently rubbing his thumb against Collin’s scalp, pouring more of that drunk, submissive feeling into Collin’s bones, he called out, “Ma raison d’être.”
“Oui, mon loulou?” Mr. Moreau called back.
