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“You need to get laid,” I told him. And he was very much in masculine mode today. Men’s heavy work boots, men’s jeans, an almost canvas-looking shirt, and a ball cap. He’d worn his hair long for the video, and had worn a tight tee that showed his abs, with a large, manly watch, but now he was relaxed and casual.

He shook his head. “Maybe, but everyone knows me now, so it isn’t easy.”

Did I want to have this conversation with him in front of Davy? No, I didn’t, but I was going to anyway because successful relationships can’t have big secrets.

“I can make a phone call and have someone delivered, probably. I mean, it’ll be a girl because this organization doesn’t provide men, but they’re discreet and guarantee privacy. I’ve used them plenty in the past and no one ever told my secrets. They have girls for regular sex, pro-subs, and Dommes.”

“I might talk to you about that another night. Don’t suppose you know a massage therapist who’ll come give me a two-hour massage? No happy endings or sex, just touch, I think.”

I looked at my watch. A little after midnight. “No guarantees, but I’ll send a text and see. Might be tomorrow or the next day, but let’s see if I can find someone for you tonight.”

I offered my favorite local massage therapist four thousand dollars to bring her stuff and give Silver a two-hour massage starting in the next hour, and she texted back she could be here in about forty-five minutes.

“Yahtzee,” I told him. “Forty-five minutes. Where do you want her to set up?

“It’s a nice night, maybe the screened in porch?”

I nodded and decided to keep him busy until the massage therapist arrived. “I’ve only played the songs I have to do on the guitar a dozen or so times since we went on break. Let’s go to the recording studio and play the recordings of Animal’s drums and Suli’s voice, and you and I can fill in with our guitars.”

I’m not a guitar player, I’m a vocalist. Suli plays the guitar while she sings lead for two songs, and it works out for me to sing backup for her. However, she’s mostly solo for one song, without a need for backup, and I’m just standing there, so she and Silver put together some basic chords I can strum while Suli sings. It isn’t fancy if you know guitars, but Hailey put some flourishes in that look kind of impressive. I’ve known how to do basic chords since my teens, but I never intended to do so on stage. I’m decent on the keyboard, and that’s what I use when I try to put music to my words, but guitars are sexier on stage.

Silver nodded, and I stood and told Davy, “Take care of our dishes and go to bed. You’ve had a long day. We don’t fly out of here until nearly noon, but I figure we’ll be up around nine.”

Chapter 20

Davy

I’ve never been to a spa that caters to rich people before. They handed us sparkling water when we walked into the lobby to check in, someone took our bags from us, someone else walked us to our room and had us put our thumbs on the pad while he did something with his phone, and then a green light beeped, meaning we were programmed in to open our door, I supposed. When we walked in, our bags were already set up on stands, waiting to be opened.

And we hadn’t flown commercial. We were in a fancy jet. Not a big one, but the six seats in it were huge and comfy and laid all the way down. I know this because Master fucked me for about two hours of our four-hour flight, and then had me blow him for the last thirty minutes.

“A few instructions.” He said once the door to our room closed behind us, and he blew out a breath. “Look at me, Davy.”

I looked at him, and he said, “You’ll probably see people you recognize. Movie stars, musicians, supermodels. Everyone’ll be either naked or barely clothed. You don’t stare. You don’t talk to them like you know them. I’m not telling you to remain silent, but you can only join the conversation if you can contribute to it without sounding like a fanboy. This is a place where people like me go to escape people who fawn over us, do you understand?”

I nodded. “If someone’s girlfriend goes all gaga over Lord Byron when you walk in the room, it’ll be awkward, Master. You wouldn’t be able to enjoy the facilities around her.”

Sir nodded and seemed to relax a little. “Say my name, boy.”

“Will, Sir. You’re Will.”

“I am. If you need to get my attention, use it. No Sir or Master, and I know you’re smart enough to know that, but I know you also like for me to be clear on expectations.”

“I do, Sir. Thank you.”

We spent three marvelous days being catered to and pampered, and eating the most fantastic foodever. So many flavors in every bite, I wasn’t sure I could ever appreciate normal food again.

I mean, Master made me work out with him, and run with him, so I was beyond exhausted a good portion of the day, but then there’d be time in the sauna, then a massage. One day we got these all-over exfoliating scrubs, and another day we soaked in this vat of mud. When our time ended and we had to leave, my skin was softer than I could ever remember it being. Master’s too — like a baby’s butt, though I haven’t held a baby since I was in a foster home.

And Master hadn’t been wrong about seeing famous people, but I withheld my squealing and fanboying until we were back in our room.

“I know you said you’d rather wait to talk about it,” I told him during the ride back to the airport. “But why could we come here, but not to the other spas you like?”

“My favorite spa in Iceland is expensive, which means everyone’s rich, but not necessarily famous — though you occasionally see someone you know. There are hundreds there at a time, and you eat and swim and sauna with whoever shows up while you’re there. No one we saw here is going to spill the beans that I have a boyfriend no one knows about and his name is Davy, but we can’t go to most of the places I enjoy and keep you secret.” He touched my hand. “No pressure, Davy. I didn’t write that to change your mind, but so you can make an informed decision.”

That was clear in the letter. It was my decision, he was just giving me some data so I make an informed decision.

“I understand, Master. Thank you.”