Page 10 of Collin, Episodes 10-12 (The Residency Boys #4)

Master. He rolled the word over in his head.

Sometimes he thought of Mr. Reevesworth as his dom, sometimes as master.

Sometimes it felt like the first letter was capitalized, and sometimes it felt like a position reference, like teacher or police officer without someone’s name included, which wouldn’t be capitalized.

But sometimes, especially when he was feeling vulnerable, or needy, or particularly overwhelmed, it was a capital M, for sure.

Does it always have to be one way? Maybe this was something he could ask Damian about.

Or maybe I should ask my sir and my master about it.

Collin shook himself, mentally poking his own head. Of course, this was something he should bring up with them, but this week, starting with the craziness of Monday and every day since, he hadn’t had the spoons for that conversation, let alone the time.

He slipped into Mr. Reevesworth’s office, quiet as the man was on the phone, and sat down on the floor beside his dom’s chair and put his head down on Mr. Reevesworth’s leg.

Mr. Reevesworth’s hand came down and played with Collin’s hair, scratching gently on Collin’s scalp. Collin let his eyes close.

Yes, they needed to work on the new contract, but even so, this was good. This felt good. Felt better than any relationship he’d ever had before.

“I’m done, pet.” Mr. Reevesworth said, shutting down his computer. “We have to visit the hair salon for me, and then we can go home. I’ve booked you in next to me to get your hands done and a facial.”

“Facial?” Collin touched his cheek. “I’ve never had one.”

“This one will just be a scrub and your eyebrows cleaned up. Lifting off the dead skin and moisturizing.”

“Do you have that done?”

“Sometimes. I also have a skin-care routine. A simple one, but it’s effective.”

Collin scrambled to his feet and fetched his briefcase. “Good grief, I have so much to learn.”

It was past seven when they reached The Residency.

Their security detail was with them all the way up the elevator and to the door, but once the door closed behind them, it was just Collin and Mr. Reevesworth.

Collin held out his hands, taking his master’s hat and coat.

A groan came from the couch in the living room and then the sound of couch springs shifting.

A moment later, Damian was right there, grabbing Collin in a hug before he could even get his shoes off.

“I need kitten time. Can I have kitten time, Collin?”

Collin blinked stupidly and glanced toward Mr. Reevesworth. Kitten time? What does that mean?

“I’ve been home for an hour alone. Come cuddle.” Damian squeezed Collin harder.

“Collin needs to shower and get out of his work clothes, Damian. You need to shower too.”

Damian stepped back and pulled on the buttons of his pink collared shirt. The color was exceptional on him, but it was wrinkled and sweaty.

“Yes, sir.”

“ Separate showers.” Mr. Reevesworth’s lips twitched in a smile. “Collin can use the guest room shower so I can shower as well. Fifteen minutes, both of you. émeric ordered delivery for eight thirty. He won’t be home till then.”

Collin pulled off his shoes, his “yes, sir” joining Damian’s in a chorus.

Fifteen minutes later, showered and cleaned from head to toe, Collin shuffled back out into the living room in a pair of lounge pants and matching shirt. The clothes had magically appeared in his dresser earlier in the week. Collin suspected Mr. Moreau. They were in the man’s favorite royal blue.

Damian, dressed much the same but in unbleached linen, lay on the couch, one arm thrown over his face, one streak of water running down his arm.

“You’re wet.” Collin crawled on top of his kink brother, catching the drip with his finger.

Damian grunted but lifted his arm to grab Collin in a hug, pressing their bodies together. “Too freaking quiet being home alone.”

“Did the big bad dom get lonely?”

Damian growled but didn’t stop squeezing Collin against his chest. “Maybe.”

Collin rubbed his cheek against Daman’s chest and hugged him back. Since when did I become the family pet? The thought faintly ran through his head, but he let it go. Being hugged like this was kinda nice.

Hands grabbed Collin’s hip and pulled him upward. He squawked and flailed as strong arms hauled his legs over the back of the couch, leaving him dangling, head facing Damian, his rear upended in the air and feet dangling.

“Sir! Master?!”

Hands pulled his shirt down over his head and pushed his pants down to his ankles. “I told you to shower, pet. I don’t remember telling you to get dressed.”

“Sorry?”

“Hmm.” Mr. Reevesworth pulled Collin’s shirt off his head. Collin rubbed his face and braced his arms on the couch cushions on either side of Damian. His legs were dangling over the opposite side of the couch. He couldn’t touch the floor.

“Don’t worry, pup, you can have kitten time just as soon as I’m done with him.” Mr. Reevesworth pulled Collin’s pants off his feet and shoved Collin’s legs apart, holding him there with his knees. And now Collin was folded in half over the back of the couch, entirely naked except for his cock cage.

Collin gulped and sent Damian a wide-eyed stare. Help?

Damian raised his hands in a universal gesture for ‘ you’re on your own’.

Lube-covered fingers pressed against Collin’s hole. He groaned and hung his head, blood rushing to his face.

He was so getting fucked. Right there.

“You’re tight, kitten,” Mr. Reevesworth noted. “I haven’t been tending to you as much as I should, have I?”

Collin whimpered. What kind of answer was he supposed to give to that? Yes? No? We’ve been busy?

Not that one seemed to be required. Mr. Reevesworth’s first finger sank into him, taking away almost all other thoughts.

He couldn’t seem to find balance. His hands moved back and forth, trying to locate a decent position to hold himself up in, but with his legs dangling without contact point, he was flailing more than bracing.

“Calm down, pet.” Mr. Reeves pressed a hand against Collin’s lower back, bending him over double. “Be still.”

Collin let his elbow buckle and hung there.

Thank goodness, the back of the couch was well cushioned or his hips would have been screaming at him, bent double like this.

The new position moved his rear up even higher.

Mr. Reevesworth hummed to himself and spread Collin’s ass with his thumbs.

Air flowed where it had not been before.

Embarrassment burned through Collin’s nerves.

“So pretty, kitten.” His master stroked the pad of his thumb over Collin’s hole, then speared him with two fingers.

He groaned. The muscles in his thighs trembled, and his buttocks twitched.

“You can pet the kitten, Pup. Make sure he can breathe, please.”

A gentle hand threaded into Collin’s hair, pulling it away from his face, and a knee pressed against his shoulder, holding him in place.

It helped a lot. Collin gusted out a sigh.

What it didn’t help with was the freaking embarrassment.

Those fingers in his ass were doing things.

Like making squelching sounds with the lube. Which Damian had to totally be hearing.

“Such a good, pretty hole for me, kitten.” Mr. Reevesworth pressed a kiss to Collin’s hip. “But you’re tight. We should probably have you wear a plug for a while this weekend. But first, to get you open so I can use you.” He pressed his fingers apart.

Collin whimpered. It was one thing to be fingered on a bed, but to be dangled like this in the middle of the living room?

Gah! I’m never going to stop being embarrassed.

Tears pricked his eyes, but his belly was flip-flopping, and his chest was going soft and gooey with the feeling of being handled and displayed. It did things to him. Even the embarrassment. Perhaps especially the embarrassment.

The fingers inside of him were moving more easily now. Mr. Reevesworth pulled out and squeezed more lube over his hole, then stuffed his fingers back inside. Collin keened, trying to kick. A slap against the back of his leg stopped him.

“Be still, pet. Your master is trying to fuck you, but you’re too tight.”

A thrill ran through Collin’s chest. He whimpered, going half limp in obedience.

Mr. Reevesworth stroked a finger down Collin’s ball sac, pushing apart his testicles and rolling them. Inarticulate sounds tumbled out of Collin’s throat. Forget pet, he was a toy.

“I like you bare, kitten. I think I’ll keep you like this always, pale and pink. Always ready to be exposed.” Mr. Reevesworth tapped Collin’s balls lightly with one finger, sending jolts up Collin’s groin. Then he scissored his fingers and sank a third one into Collin’s channel.

A low moan tumbled out of Collin’s mouth and into the back of the couch. Exposed, indeed.

His master’s fingers withdrew, and the soft, tight head of an aroused cock brushed his taint. Fingers dug into his hips, adjusting his position, and thumbs pried his cheeks apart, cleaving his cleft and leaving his hole spasming and open.

“So good for me, pet. So obedient and soft.”

Mr. Reevesworth pressed forward, the head of his cock catching in Collin’s channel. For a moment, there was pressure, and Mr. Reevesworth hauled Collin a little farther toward him, almost away from Damian’s support, his fingers marking Collin’s sides, and then the angle was right.

Collin wailed as Mr. Reevesworth’s cock plowed into him, forcing him to open deep down inside.

“So good, pet.”

“Yes, sir.” Collin blinked back water from his eyes and sniffed. Being hung half upside down evidently made your face watery.

Mr. Reevesworth settled, his groin against Collin’s upturned ass, his balls resting against Collin’s.

He pressed in a few times, grinding himself as if he could go any deeper.

Every flex and twitch transferred straight into Collin’s body from both the inside and the outside.

He couldn’t help the litany of tiny sounds falling from his lips.