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Chapter Eight
Nathan is fully aware that he’s going easy on Carter. He prepped him well for the anal plug. He helped the boy get comfortable when he was warming Nathan’s cock, even stroking his hair to calm him. He’s making his men earn the opportunity to use Carter, whereas most bosses allow their men to use their slave as they please whenever the slave is not in use by the boss. Nathan doesn’t even plan on letting any of his men earn such an opportunity anyway, but if for some reason there’s a man who undeniably deserves the reward, he’ll only allow for something simple and quick. A blowjob, or some cock warming. He had even stopped one of his men from his inner circle playing with the boy’s plug.
Clearly, Nathan isn’t going easy enough though. Carter was fucking crying. He’sstillcrying. Nathan’s not sure if Carter is even aware that he’s crying anymore. The boy is out of it, floating somewhere else, somewhere his mind deems safe, silent tears trailing down his cheeks as he keeps Nathan’s cock warm.
Nathan is already going through his agenda for the day, trying to think of all the ways he can be kind to Carter without others noticing. Right now is perfect. No one can see under the tables besides the other slaves, and the other slaves won’t say anything. They’re probably not even paying attention, too wrapped up in pleasing their current masters instead.
His day ahead is actually pretty calm. He only has one meeting. The rest of it can be spent in his office, alone with Carter. That’s good. Alone is good.
“Master Roarke?” Nathan turns his head to look at the slave standing beside him. “Are you finished with your plate?”
“Yes.”
“More coffee, Master?”
“Yes, and water.” Nathan pulls his hand away from Carter, suddenly feeling like a spotlight is on him. “Bring some food for my slave as well.”
The slave nods, then looks up as a few other men around the table ask for the same thing. Some of them don’t. Apparently, their slaves aren’t being fed today. At least not breakfast. Nathan’s gut twists as usual, but he pastes on a smile and goes back to focusing on Carter. He starts moving his hand around, touching the boy’s neck, shoulder, tear-soaked cheek, gently coaxing him back to reality. It takes a small tug on his collar for Carter to fully return to him, the boy finally blinking up at Nathan just as a slave is placing a small plate in front of him. Nathan shifts his chair back enough to see Carter better, offering him what he hopes is a comforting smile.
When Carter tries to chase him, clearly worried that Nathan’s cock fell out of his mouth, Nathan stops him with a gentle hand. Nathan tucks himself away to keep the boy’s attention off of his cock. He wants Carter to be able to focus on being taken care of, instead of focusing on taking care of Nathan.
Nathan grabs a grape from the little plate of fruit in front of him. Carter’s eyes go wide when he sees it, lips parting in anticipation. Even the boy’s chest starts to rise and fall faster. It break’s Nathan’s heart. He knows Carter was probably wondering when he’d be fed next. After throwing everything up last night, he must be starved.
Benny takes a seat in his designated chair to Nathan’s right, eyes darting down at Carter before quickly looking away. “Morning boss.”
There’s so much said in those two words, a dark mass forming in Nathan’s chest as he hears them. Benny is trying to tell him it’s okay. He’s trying to offer comfort. It doesn’t help, though. It just makes Nathan feel worse.
Why can’t Benny be the one that has to do this? Why couldn’t Benny have been the one to become boss? Why did it have to be Nathan? Why does Nathan have to be Carter’s personal monster?
“What’s the plan today?” Benny asks casually, just like he would every morning.
Nathan focuses back on Carter, feeding him a slice of banana next. “I have that meeting this afternoon. I need to make a few calls and send some emails.”
“The exciting life of an international criminal.”
“A lot more paperwork than they tell you about, that’s for sure,” Nathan jokes, winking at his friend. “Who knew all the fun stuff would be over once I got the big chair?”
“Oh, come on, boss,” one of his men, Jason, calls from the left. “You have the fun stuff right between your legs. Ain’t that worth the paperwork alone?”
Nathan maintains his smile as he reaches for a piece of strawberry. “You got me there, Jason. This little slave is worth all the paperwork.”
Someone mumbles about him being a lucky bastard, but Nathan stays focused on Carter, their eyes locked as Carter parts his lips again. He takes the strawberry and carefully chews it, looking slightly confused when Nathan doesn’t pull his fingers away from his bottom lip this time. When Carter swallows, he tentatively parts his lips again. Nathan hums his approval and slips his two fingers into the boy’s mouth, sliding them along his tongue.
“Suck them clean,” he says quietly, giving Carter an encouraging smile. The boy does as told, hopeful blue eyes staying on Nathan as he searches for approval. For praise.
Praise. Nathan can do that. If it’ll help Carter through this, he can praise him. Plenty of men in this world praise their slaves. Hell, it’s a goddamn kink.
“That’s it,” Nathan coos. “Good boy.”
Carter melts, actually chasing the fingers for a second when they’re pulled away. He seems to come back to himself, realizing what he just did, and his cheeks go pink. He keeps his eyes on Nathan though. Wide. Innocent. Trusting.
Nathan rewards him with a bite of bacon. Then some water, helping the boy take his drink since his hands are bound behind his back.
Breakfast continues like this while Nathan listens to his men talk amongst themselves. The spirits in the house are high today, most likely because of Carter. Nathan doesn’t mind that. It’s just his men enjoying the reminder of how powerful their group is. Carter himself is more of an afterthought. He belongs to Nathan.
Thank god they’re all respecting that.
For now, at least.
