Page 13 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
“Thank you, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth kissed his cheeks. “Let’s get these clothes off of you.”
Collin leaned forward, and Mr. Reevesworth pulled his shirt over his head. Then he dropped his hand to Collin’s waistband and pulled it away. Collin lifted his hips, and his dom stripped him bare. For a long moment, he just stared at himself.
Matthew’s right behind me. Blood tingled in his cheeks; he curled up against Mr. Reevesworth’s chest, every brush of cloth against his skin reminding him he was the only naked one in the room. His heart thumped in his chest, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
“There you are. I have you. My brave little pet.” Richard stroked his back.
Collin shivered and blinked. His cock was starting to get hard. If only he had the cock cage on. But no, it was still off.
“On the floor, kitten. Kneel facing me.”
Somehow, he made his body move, sliding down off the couch and getting on his knees, back to the coffee table, front facing his Master.
Richard slid a finger under Collin’s chin and lifted his face. “Good boy. Now spread your legs and hold your wrists behind your back.”
Blood pounded in Collin’s ears. He gripped his wrist and widened his stance.
Richard plucked one of Collin’s bruised nipples. “So good, kitten. Now we eat breakfast.”
Behind Collin, everyone else poured drinks and chatted. Silverware made small noises against plates. He couldn’t watch them, and that made sounds so much louder as he tried to picture what they were doing.
Richard tapped his lips. “Pay attention, pet. Open.”
Collin parted his lips. A cube of potato pressed against his tongue. He pulled it into his mouth and chewed. Richard said something to Émeric, then turned to Matthew, and asked after his work. Every few moments, he chose something else with his fingers from his plate and held it to Collin’s mouth.
I’m his. A little bit of pride sparked inside of Collin’s chest. It was still embarrassing as hell. He couldn’t bring himself to look at anyone but Richard, but he also wasn’t sure if he was supposed to. His back was to the room, and he’d have to break posture to see anyone.
In time, quiet filled Collin’s head. Naked, on his knees, it was peaceful. He didn’t have to worry about what to say, trying to make the right expressions, or about whether or not Matthew was better at being Richard’s submissive than he was. He just was Richard’s submissive. On his knees, naked between his Master’s feet, the world was small and safe.
“You need to give you knees a break,” Richard said softly, pushing away the plate. “Turn around and take the rest position. Then I’ll give you coffee.”
Collin swallowed twice. His let go of his wrist and pressed his hands against his Master’s thighs. Richard waited. Behind them, Damian went on talking about something to do with South Korea and legislation. Matthew was asking questions.
He could do this. He wanted to do this. He wanted to give this to Richard and Émeric and…even to himself. Somehow, there was freedom on the other side of turning around. Clothes did not make the man. But choices and who he had in his life and what actions he took did. He could be brave because, no matter what Matthew might say or do, he knew how Richard, and Émeric, even Damian had looked at him yesterday, how they had cared for him.
Collin let go of Richard’s thighs and turned around. He leaned back against the couch and tucked his legs to the right, catching them behind Richard’s foot. Richard moved, pinning Collin’s left shoulder under his knee.
“There you go, pet. Good boy.” He stroked Collin’s neck and shoulder. “Émeric, could we have some coffee for Collin?”
“Certainly.” Émeric reached for the coffee pot. “Kitten, do you want any cream, sugar?”
Collin blushed fiercely. Cream! Gah! “No, sir. Just coffee, please.”
“Man after my own heart.” Matthew raised his own cup. “Unless it’s cold coffee, then I need cream.”
Collin’s pulse rose at that word. Cream. “I think I’ll leave the cream to Mr. Moreau,” he said.
Matthew glanced between Collin and Mr. Moreau. A pleased, secret smile danced on the Frenchman’s face.
“Oh,” Matthew said. “I see.” Then he grinned at Collin. “It’s a problem when our doms corrupt certain words for us, isn’t it?”
“Maybe.” Collin smiled with embarrassment. He held up his hands and accepted coffee from his sir. It smelled amazing.
Between his legs, his cock hardened even more, but at least he didn’t have to worry about combusting from embarrassment.
Someone…not naming names…had milked him dry.
After Matthew left half an hour later, Collin took a call with Alice to confirm her trip for the following weekend while Mr. Reevesworth spent time with Damian. Then, Mr. Moreau invited him to go to the gym with him. Their security detail joined them.
