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Will

I’d planned to wait six months after I returned to even consider a permanent contract, but I was in love. Madly, deeply, hopelessly in love. I wanted him in my house while I was gone. I didn’t want him back in his own place those four months.

But first, I had two whole weeks with him all to myself. There were so many places I wanted to take Davy, but I needed to respect his decision to stay out of the public, and that meant I couldn’t.

I realized I hadn’t communicated the full list of pros and cons, but the dilemma was that he’d made his decision, and if I brought it up again then he might agree to something he’d regret later simply because of our Master/slave relationship.

He’d been clear on the few levels of autonomy he wanted. Hell, the boy didn’t sit on the furniture without permission, didn’t go to the bathroom without checking in and getting my okay. I couldn’t argue with the few things he wanted to hang onto, and his anonymity was one of those things.

So I wrote him a letter. Okay, I typed it and printed it, but I guess that’s what we do these days. I told him about my favorite spa, located in Iceland, and how it’s regularly at the top of the lists of the most luxurious spas in the world. I told him about all the places and events I need to go to as myself — charity galas, awards ceremonies, red carpet events. I told him about the spa services at a well-known hotel in Atlanta, and about the spa between Chattanooga and Atlanta with extensive gardens, and food cooked from the things they grew in the gardens. And then I explained that whatever decision he made, I’d respect. I just wanted him to understand the things closed off to us if he wanted to keep the public from knowing who he is. I also told him unless he had questions that needed an answer before he could come to a decision, I’d prefer that we not speak about this until it was time to redo our contract. I spent four hours writing it while he was at work, going over it and over it, trying to make sure I was clear I wasn’t pressuring him, I just wanted him to be fully informed. Eventually, I added something to let him know I’d deal with any legal issues that came up in regards to his family, even if I had to pay them off to make them go away — but then I deleted it. I had a feeling he just wanted to pretend they don’t exist, so I’d go along with that unless he changed his mind.

And then I remembered another important point, and I told him if he didn’t want people to associate him with me, he’d have to get a PO Box and have his mail sent there, but for some things, like his driver’s license, he’d have to give a physical address. We could put a mailbox up at the garage on the other street, but over time, it would be harder and harder to keep the secret once he moved in. I wanted to delete that part because it felt a little pushy, but it was important he understand the risks.

There are spas that cater to the rich and famous, where secrecy is part of the package, and I booked us into one of those to begin the day after I had to return the McLaren. I called my business guy and reminded him I needed the Stingray to come home once the McLaren went back. I also told him I was considering selling the property in Birchwood since I was so rarely there. I’d already moved everything in the recording studio to the one I’d had put into the basement here. The property in Birchwood has plenty of garage space, while this one can only house six cars, and Davy now had one of those slots, plus I have to provide one for my security team’s vehicle because they prefer to be able to deposit me inside my home. I have aPorsche Cayenne, the ‘67 Corvette Stingray, the Aston Martin DB12, a Mercedes S class, and a plain old pickup truck, battered as much as you’d expect a mid-nineties Ford truck to be. It has to stay in the garage so people don’t use a drone from a distance and see it in the driveway, because it’s the perfect vehicle to go incognito in. I can wear a battered cap, redneck jeans and a redneck shirt, and no one ever gives me a second look.

Actually, all the cars have to stay garaged for that reason. I’d sent the Stingray and the Mercedes to the Birchwood property’s garage since I wouldn’t be driving them while I had the McLaren, but I was either going to have to build another garage or get rid of a car if it looked like Davy would be staying indefinitely, and god, I hoped he would.

There’s a three-car carport in a wooded grove, with spaces for Animal, Silver, and Hailey to park. I really needed another spot for those times when Hailey and Ghost have both their cars here.

I’d have to cut down some trees to expand the carport, and that wouldn’t work anyway because those trees hide the structure.

I texted Aaron Drake that I needed a short conversation with him when he had a chance, and he texted me back about five minutes later to tell me he was free for the next fifteen minutes. I called him and told him, “With Davy moving in, his car needs a garage slot. I sent two of my cars away while the McLaren was here, but I’d kind of like to bring them both back. Any chance we can work something out so your guys don’t need a spot inside?”

“It isn’t ideal, but we can make it work. I’ll have Panda stop by and go over some options with you. Your place is wooded enough, if you can have a parking area put in where there’s plenty of cover, that’ll resolve one issue. An overhang with some cover for them to deposit you into the house somewhere in an active situation would take care of the rest of it.”

“Yeah, let’s have that discussion, please. It’s also been kind of awkward to keep them out of the garage while Davy dresses and undresses. Mac and Ranger know the drill, but when you send other people,” I sighed. I didn’t want to get anyone in trouble, but facts are facts. “There’ve been a few close calls.”

“I don’t think I recall seeing anything added to your file recently, so we need to go over it and make sure it’s up to date. Anyone coming onto a shift at your place is expected to familiarize themselves with it.”

“I’m not sure I want it written down that my submissive boyfriend has to dress and undress in the garage because he isn’t allowed clothing in the house.” There are few secrets from your security people.

“It’s secure. I hire the best hackers to work for me, and they make sure no one can hack my business or personal data. Looks like Ranger and Mac are going with you out of town tomorrow. Have Ranger show you the page of instructions so the two of you can make any changes necessary now that Davy’s in residence a good portion of the time.”

“With any luck, he’ll be moving in permanently in the next couple of weeks.”

“Congratulations. I couldn’t be happier for both of you. Is he going to want to continue to stay behind the scenes?”

“That’s part of what we need to talk about before he moves in.”

“Okay. Panda and Ranger both have access to change informational files, or you can get with me or Nathan if you’d rather.”

“No, I’m fine talking to them. Thanks for your time.”

I looked at the clock and headed downstairs — it was time to leave for the video shoot, and that meant it was time to put Will aside and be Lord Byron for a while.

We were shooting at the venue on the river when Davy got off work heading into his vacation, and I had a driver bring him to me so he could watch — and so I could get a blowjob between takes.

Oh, who am I kidding, it wasn’t a blowjob. I fucked his face hard and fast because I only had ten minutes, and then I left him with a hard-on he didn’t have permission to touch, and I reveled in the fact he was hard with a huge plug in his ass while he watched us perform with the car and the Tennessee River in the background. All of us but Hailey, anyway.

She came out the second the sun went below the mountain across the river from us, so we got some twilight shots with her in them as well as full-on night.

We all went back to the house when we finished, with everyone piled into the limo because it can easily hold us all. Animal brought a nineteen-year-old blonde with tits galore, a tiny waist, and an ass that matched the tits, and they went straight to his room as soon as we walked in the door, but came out thirty minutes later to eat with us once the food was delivered — and then promptly disappeared once it was gone.

Ghost and Hailey ate with us and then went to Hailey’s room, and Silver seemed a little out of sorts.

I was about to check in with him when Davy asked, “Everything okay, Silver?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know. I mean, everything’s okay, but I’m restless. Ready to get back to work, but this is supposed to be our downtime for another two weeks, before we get some practices in so we’re ready to go back on tour.”