Page 10 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
“I’m going to turn on the lights, pet,” Richard said. “Do you mind if I let Damian check you too? We’re going to put salve in your hole and make sure you’re merely sore and nothing else.”
“I’m good.” Collin smiled back. Gah, he felt drunk.
“Let me put a towel over your head to help with the light. As soon as we’re done, I’ll lower them again.”
Salve helped. He was so, so tender. It was impossible to hide his whimpers as Richard and Damian held him open and probed him with gentle fingers. Émeric sat beside Collin’s head and held his hands, his head also under the towel so Collin could see his face.
“I think I’m tender and crying for you, sir,” Collin whispered.
Émeric kissed him. “How does it feel?”
“Like I never want you to stop touching me.”
“Then we’ll keep touching you. Aftercare goes on for as long as any of us need it. And I need it.” Émeric kissed Collin’s fingers.
Collin sucked in air and tried to rise. “What do you need, sir. I…”
Damian and Richard called out, alarmed.
“Down, Collin.” Émeric put a hand on Collin’s head. “I need this. I need to take care of you and hold you and spoil you. I need the closeness too. And so do Richard and Damian. We’re all getting aftercare from each other. You’re taking care of me by needing me and being soft and clinging after we put you through all that. It tells me that you still trust us, and it soothes something inside that needs love and affection. Maybe one day there will be a scene when you get the water and help with cleanup, but mostly, it will be like this.”
“Because I’m the submissive.”
“Because you’re the object of our dominance and the site of our force and exertion, yes.”
Collin spent the rest of the day in one or the other of his dom’s laps, wrapped in blankets. They kept him drinking water and cider. Richard fussed over Émeric and Damian to also eat and drink, and Damian huffed and asked pointed questions to Richard about whether he had done so himself, which led to a friendly wrestling match on the living room floor and both of them leaving to get things from the kitchen. They came back with snacks for everyone for dinner and sat on the floor together in front of the couch where Émeric had Collin lying between his legs.
Aftercare was good. He could get used to this. Somehow even the soreness and the soft weepiness that came and went was good too. There was no pretending about how spent and wrung out he was, and no one was asking him to be anything but what he was. If anything, they loved it.
He tangled his fingers in Richard’s hair. His Master had a little red wax-covered cheese in his hands. He turned and kissed Collin’s fingers, still working the cheese open. When he had it out of the wax, he broke it into two pieces, eating one and holding the other to Collin’s mouth. Collin pulled the cheese in with his lips and licked Richard’s fingers.
Richard’s smile was everything. Collin’s chest swelled. This. He wanted this. Forever.
The next morning Collin and Mr. Reevesworth drove to the bank with their security detail and locked away his grandfather’s record. With that done, a weight slid off Collin’s shoulders.
He leaned against his master in the car and let out a long sigh. “Thank you.”
Mr. Reevesworth wrapped an arm around him. “Of course.” His phone rang, and he glanced down at it. “My assistant is checking to see if the designer can come over about Artemis’s cat tree. Unfortunately, it’s going to have to wait until security is less of a risk.” He typed back a response.
Collin grimaced. “Poor Artemis. How long do you think security will remain high?”
The car pulled up at the atrium for their building.
Mr. Reevesworth raised an eyebrow and slid out of the car, reaching back for Collin to help him out. “Everything we worked on last week starts to go public tomorrow.”
Collin let his dom pull him out and onto his feet. “Your perfect storm, sir?”
“That is the plan. Let’s enjoy one more day of calm first, though.”
Damian was on his run with Matthew when they got back. Mr. Reevesworth, Mr. Moreau, and Collin chatted briefly about the contract, but no one had anything they wanted to change after sleeping on it, so they signed it and sent it off to be kept safe, just like the first time Collin signed something with Mr. Reevesworth
They were holding breakfast for Damian, so Collin and his doms settled in the living room, Mr. Reevesworth with one of his many books and Mr. Moreau with a sketch pad and pencil. Collin fetched his tablet for etiquette class readings, but it was not keeping his attention. Thoughts kept filling his mind, and he found himself staring out the window.
“Sirs?”
Both of his doms lowered their work.
“Yes, pet?” Mr. Reevesworth said.
