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“Yes. Please. Now?” Carter stands, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Now? Please, Nate?”
Nathan’s expression softens, less giddy amusement and more tender happiness. “Of course. But you’ll need to strip. People will be milling about, getting things ready. And I have exterior guards.”
“Right.” Carter is already stripping, not willing to hesitate. He doesn’t care what happens to him outside, as long as he gets to go there.What time of year is it, even? What season? Will it be warm? Cool? Will there be an open field, or trees everywhere? Is there a garden? Wildflowers? A fancy fountain? Will the grass be damp or dry? Green or brown?“Hurry,” he mumbles to himself, nearly falling over as he fights with the sweatpants strangling his legs to get them off as quickly as humanly possible.
“Hey, calm down, Carter. It’s not going anywhere.”
“Hurry,” he says again. He grabs the collar and anal plug from the top of Nathan’s dresser, hitting his knees. “Should you put me in a slave mindset? What are my rules? Why are you still dress - oh, duh. You don’t have to be naked. You’re the master.” He laughs shakily, his hands trembling as he tries to get his collar secured around his neck. When he accidentally drops it, Nathan catches it, the man suddenly on his knees beside him.
Carter arches his neck. “Sorry.”
“Sweet-” Nathan winces, averting his gaze. “Sorry –Carter. You need to calm down, okay? Deep breaths. I can’t take you out there until you calm down.”
“Right.” Carter sucks in a breath. “Sorry…”
The leather against Carter’s throat as Nathan puts the collar on him is grounding. Calming. He closes his eyes and focuses on the feel of it. The weight. The texture. The temperature. When Nathan pushes him forward with a hand between his shoulder blades, he goes easily, canting his hips and waiting patiently for his plug. It takes a little more preparation than usual, since Carter went all day without wearing one, but the burn adds to the slave mentality.
“I’m going out there on the pretense that I’m checking things over before the party. It’s all mostly put together already, since the weather is projected to be clear. I’ll walk the grounds, make a few changes just for fun, and allow you to explore because I’ve had a few drinks with the men and I’m in a relatively good mood.” Nathan runs his hands along Carter’s skin. Slowly. Appraisingly. Someone appreciating their possession. “Don’t let your mind go too far, Carter. Stay with me. I wantCarterto get to go outside, not my slave.”
“But…” Carter pauses, swallowing hard. He opens his eyes. Sits up slowly. Turns to look at Nathan - and itisNathan, not sir. Because he’s Carter, not slave. “Isn’t that dangerous?”
“No one should be around. No one important, anyway. Just keep an eye on who is around us before you talk. And don’t wander as we go. You can do it, Carter. I know you can.”
“What if-”
“I know you can,” he says again, cupping Carter’s cheek. His eyes are deep brown and full of emotion. “Let me bringyououtside, Carter. Please.”
Carter nods slowly. “Okay.”
The secret back hallway leads them to a door - the door Nathan claims he carried Carter in through when he first arrived after the auction. Carter lowers himself to his hands and knees and waits for Nathan to open the door, his breath caught in his throat and his heart rabbiting in his chest.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
The security panel beeps, indicating the code and handprint have been accepted. Nathan turns the knob and pushes the door open. Fresh air floods into the hallway and washes over Carter’s bare skin. His eyes immediately water.
Warm.
Not spring anymore, then. Summer.
Carter wonders if he would have passed that political science exam he was so distracted studying for when the men who kidnapped him snagged him from the street.
“Carter?” Nathan asks quietly, his hand resting on the crown of Carter’s head. “You okay?”
Carter rubs at his eyes before jerking his head in a nod. “Mhm.”
“You sure?”
“Out,” he whispers. Then, after clearing his throat and raising his voice enough to make sure he’s heard properly, “Wanna go out. Please.”
Nathan hesitates for just a moment before taking a step forward, his foot moving from the interior of the hallway and landing onto a piece of grass. Carter reaches forward, his fingers brushing along the blades.
Soft.
Dry.
Cooler than the night air, but not cold by any means.
Nathan continues to walk, pulling gently on the leash attached to Carter’s collar. Carter moves forward. He pauses as Nathan locks the door behind them, letting his hands roam over the grass some more. It smells better than he remembered. Fresh and sharp and wild.
