Page 17 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
“Eggplants are off the table.” Mr. Moreau turned Collin’s face so he could brush his nose against Collin’s. “I’ve heard a story or two of eggplants inserted and lost in cavities where they shouldn’t have been. The number-one rule of any inserted toy is a solid plan for retrieval. Eggplants do not have those.”
“You have a good point, sir.”
“Hmm. Do we need to go make a note about ginger on the contract though?”
Did he? Ginger in his ass sounded very weird and quite uncomfortable. But Mr. Moreau wouldn’t do anything that was truly dangerous. And now that he had the threat of it hanging over him… He felt that thrill again, though a little differently, that he’d felt right before he thought Damian was about to enter him. Not a bad tingle of fear, just an excited anxious one. He still wanted to run, but he also felt alive.
“No. It’s a good threat.” Collin sagged against his sir. “But I reserve the right to whine about it.”
“Not if I gag you right before I slip it up your ass. In some barbaric practices, that’s what they did to horses at the auction block to make them seem livelier than they were.”
Collin shivered. “I’m sure it would make me very lively, sir. But you promised to teach me about harira tonight, not nantaimori. And I’m really, really hoping you never try making me into nantaimori with anything having to do with curry. Your hands might be fine, but my skin turns orange around turmeric.”
“You’re mixing your cuisines, boy.”
“Nope. Damian has told me all about Japanese curry.”
Hypatia and Matthew arrived for dinner around six. Hypatia was a stunning woman of nearly six feet tall with thick, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, large brown eyes, and mid-toned brown skin that left Collin with no settled idea of her culture or heritage. She greeted Mr. Reevesworth and Mr. Moreau with kisses to both cheeks while clasping their arms, hugged Damian like a little brother, and then turned to Collin.
“Collin, darling, let’s see you. I’ve heard so much. And you’re already blushing. Richard, he’s beautiful.”
Matthew knelt and removed her shoes. She stepped out of them with a passing caress of his head, then held her hands out to Collin.
He met her halfway. What else was one supposed to do?
She pressed his hands and gazed into his eyes, taking in every detail. “Consider me your older sister or perhaps your cousin. I’m told you’re Richard and Émeric’s boy now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Collin swallowed and glanced wide-eyed toward his doms. “Matthew… Matthew said good things about you…too?” It wasn’t meant to be a question, but it came out as one.
She laughed a full-bodied laugh that tumbled out of her mouth. “May I hug you?”
Collin nodded. She crushed him to her chest, then let go, stepping back. “If I ever do something you don’t like, say so. And I know sometimes if you’re in your headspace when I’m around your safe words might come out first. I will always respect them. Now, Richard”—she turned—“this hand of yours. How is it healing? I know you told me it was fine, but I need to see it for myself.”
“I thought you were a brain surgeon.” Richard sighed and unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt. “The marks are almost gone.”
“Are you still putting the salve on it and keeping it moisturized?”
“Yes, Doctor.”
Hypatia took Richard’s hand in hers and turned him toward the light, moving him this way and that so she could see all sides. “It looks good.”
“Collin is the one who got hit in the eyes.”
“And I already checked his eyes when I said hello.” Hypatia shot Collin a grin. “He looks good, too.”
Dinner was a lively affair. Hypatia and Mr. Reevesworth took the couch. Matthew sat leaning against his domme’s leg. Damian dragged over the ottoman, and Collin settled on the floor between Mr. Moreau’s legs.
“I’ve taken on a new dom-in-training,” Richard informed Hypatia. “Damian and I have redone our contract.”
Hypatia’s lips spread in a wide smile. She held her hand out to Damian over the coffee table. “Welcome to a small and distinguished club. You couldn’t ask for a better teacher. Now I can really call myself your older sister.”
Damian grinned back, then ducked his head. “I hope I’m half the dom you’ve turned out to be.”
“I’m only this much of a domme because I have this precious of a submissive.” Hypatia’s hand fell to Matthew’s shoulder and squeezed affectionately. “Do you have a submissive you’re training for?”
Damian might have blushed. It was harder to tell on him because of his darker skin and the soft light. “I’m not seeing anyone. But I know what feels right. It’s been growing for a while, but after Collin joined us, it was really obvious how I felt about myself. Richard is still my dom, but I have no desire to have any other dominants in my life.”
“No, you were more of his wild wolf than Matthew.” She stroked her husband’s hair without messing it up. “This feels natural for you, Damian. I’m happy for you and happy that you’ve been able to transition. Those are always difficult conversations to have.”
