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You exist for your master.
You are a slave.
By the time Carter is finished, he feels loose and empty. Like he could just float away.
He can’t wait for his master to come use him.
Nathan goes to fetch Carter an hour before the party starts, wanting to make sure he’s fed well and prepared for what’s ahead of him. He finds him in the spa suite, where he expected, but he’s surprised as hell when he walks in. The leather bed from earlier is gone, a single black cushion in its place. Carter is kneeling on it in theRestposition, holding perfectly still, as Kate stands in the corner and smirks.
She pushes forward and pats Nathan on the shoulder. “Happy birthday. Enjoy your present.”
When the door closes behind him, Nathan switches the lock. He barely manages to look away from the beautiful sight on the floor before him as he clumsily enters the code and scans his hand.
Then, he finally gets to appreciate it. Appreciatehim.
Carter.
Nathan’s mouth goes dry as he takes the gorgeous boy in. Candlelight dances off his pale skin, which is now covered in something that makes it subtly shimmer, dips and curves of his body highlighted and shadowed. His collar is different; thin, and made of a rose gold that intertwines and curls in a beautiful design. His wrists and ankles are wrapped in the same beautiful metal. It’s a set Nathan picked out himself, but it’s ten times more beautiful on him than it was in the catalogue.
As he slowly walks forward, Nathan shrugs out of his suit jacket. He tosses it somewhere. He doesn’t give a fuck where. His fingers work on loosening his tie next. When his shoes are only a foot or two away from his boy, Nathan stops.
“Do you remember your positions, pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Show.”
Carter lifts his chin, looking up at him through his lashes for just a second before moving his eyes to the floor like he’s supposed to. Unable to help himself, Nathan gets on one knee and leans in. The soft gasp that escapes Carter’s lips is adorable as Nathan runs the tip of his nose along the curve of his smooth throat.
He smells like fucking cookies.
Nathan wants to lay him out and devour him.
Instead, he adjusts himself in his pants and stands up. He’s not very strong, though. Not when it comes to Carter. Nathan can’t help but reach out a hand and run his fingers through the boy’s hair. It’s the softest he’s ever felt, trimmed and mussed to make him look like a damn model. His body is waxed again, too. Nathan wants to run his hands all over it. He wonders if he’ll ruin the shimmery shit if he does. He likes the shimmery shit. He wants to see Carter under the party lights with it on his skin.
“You’re beautiful,” Nathan breathes. “So fucking beautiful.
Carter whines, rocking forward on his knees like he wants to go to Nathan before quickly settling back and remembering his place. That’s when Nathan glances down and sees that Carter is rock hard, precum dribbling from his slit. His heavy breathing is making his dusty pink nipples beg for attention.
“Fucking hell, I want toruinyou.”
“Please,” Carter whispers, rocking forward again. “Please, sir.”
“Mmm.” Standing straight, Nathan removes his tie and frees the top two buttons on his shirt. He rolls up the sleeves next. Carter is still staring up at him in awe. It’s a heady feeling to be looked at like that. Especially from someone looking as damn good as Carter right now. “I’m not going to fuck you, sweetheart. No time.”
No permission.
Surprisingly, Carter just licks his lips and darts his eyes down to Nathan’s hard cock pressing against his pants. “That’s fine, sir. Please let me suck your cock?”
“Jesus.” Nathan runs a hand through Carter’s hair again, fisting it when he reaches the crown. He jerks him closer. “Have you spent your time thinking about your sir? Fantasizing about what I'll do to you? Remembering your place?”
“Yes, sir. Just – just like you said.”
“Mmm. So good for me." Nathan runs his thumb along the boy's cheek, warmth pooling in his chest as he realizes his advice helped Carter. "And what is that place, pet?"
“To be yours, sir,” Carter pants, looking up at him again. “I’m only yours. Use me, sir.Please.”
He shouldn’t.
