Page 84 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
Damian nuzzled him back and then put his head down, clearly too tired to do any more.
Collin rolled himself up in the blanket and moved the pillows around to make a comfortable nest.
Sounds of long, slow kisses and whispered French filtered down from bed above. Collin yawned and curled up, listening, eyes half shut.
Richard and Émeric took their time. Collin drifted off. He woke up to the entire bed shaking. He blinked in the dim light and found Damian’s eyes were also opened. He shared a smile with Collin.
Collin yawned and giggled. It was so odd to be here, underneath the bed, listening to his doms making love overhead.
Impulsively, he kissed Damian’s nose and curled up against the bars between them, his arm pushed through and his paw resting on Damian’s chest.
Richard roared in French, Émeric’s name mixed into the phrases. Collin’s dick tried to twitch, reminding him Émeric had speared his slit with a larger than normal plug. He whimpered and pressed his face into his arm.
Damian grinned and reached down between his legs, rubbing himself with his paw.
Collin glared at him. There was nothing stopping Damian from humping something until he came
Which was exactly what Damian did, eyes fixed on Collin, smirking. Collin was reduced to writhing on his stomach, desperate, wanting tears running down his face. He smiled through them, watching Damian use his humiliating frustration to bring himself to completion.
Damian pulled Collin to the bars and licked the tears from his cheeks.
Richard opened the door to Collin’s cage in the morning before either Émeric or Damian were awake. Collin yawned and rolled toward him.
Richard smiled and waved him to the door. Collin crawled out and knelt at his Master’s feet. It didn’t feel right to stand up. Richard stroked the top of his head and put the collar and lead around Collin’s neck, leaving Collin’s hands still in the paw mitts.
They went out into the hall and to a different bathroom, this one with a giant spa tub and a view. Beside the tub, Richard carefully took off all of Collin’s accoutrements except the cage. Then he towed Collin into the small side shower. Waterproof shackles hung from the ceiling. Collin looked up and laughed at them.
Richard grinned. He captured Collin’s wrist. “Time to clean you, little one. Inside and out.”
Collin whimpered and let his head fall back, eyes closing.
Richard was thorough but careful. He still wasn’t willing to put a lot of pressure on Collin’s right hand and arm beyond padded cuffs. No long sessions in bondage on his hands and knees yet. He apologized with a kiss on Collin’s hip as he laid Collin down and helped him up several times. “Just another month or two of being cautious, pet. You’re doing so well.”
Collin pressed his lips in response to the healing scar in the center of his Master’s chest. If he ever had a doubt that he was wanted, all he had to do was look at that mark. He wasn’t first or second but part and parcel of the whole, held inside his Master’s heart.
When they were clean, Richard tested the water in the tub he had started filling earlier during one of the waiting sessions for the enema. Satisfied, he held out his hand to Collin and helped him inside.
He sank down and drew Collin into his lap. The tub was so deep the water came up to Collin’s neck. He felt like he was floating. His Master tethered him against his shoulder, and Collin giggled, watching his legs rise to the surface.
“Not so fast, kitten,” Richard caught Collin around his waist and pulled him back down into the water, tangling their legs. He nibbled kisses down the side of Collin’s neck.
This was bliss. Collin luxuriated against his Master until his body demanded he move. He turned around only to straddle Richard’s lap, demanding kisses on the lips. Richard framed Collin’s ass with his hands, holding him close, and answered each nip and press of Collin’s mouth with his own until he finally bent Collin over a folded-up towel and fished lube out of a basket.
The first slide of Richard’s cock in his hole felt like coming home. Collin moaned against the stonework and arched back into Richard.
“Easy, pet. We don’t want to accidentally milk you before Émeric gets his hands on you.”
Collin whined.
“There, there.” Richard stroked Collin’s back, keeping his pace slow. “No orgasm for you, not here, kitten. I want you needy and pliant.”
Collin huffed and relaxed but spread his legs farther in invitation. Richard pulled out a little and stroked Collin’s balls. “It’s been so long since you were emptied. I’m going to have to be careful.”
He sank back into Collin’s hole, clearly using Collin more for enjoyment than chasing an orgasm. He stroked Collin’s back and kissed his shoulders and gripped Collin’s hips, rubbing his thumbs in circles against the dimples on Collin’s lower back.
“So good for me, pet.”
“Want to be, Master,” Collin whispered. “Want more of this.”
