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A thumb tugs at Carter’s bottom lip. If it was sir, Carter would open up immediately. He doesn’t with this man. Even when he gently tugs a second time.
“Do you let people use him?” the man asks without looking away from Carter.
“Yes,” sir lies –or is he telling the truth? Did he change his mind?Carter’s heart leaps into his throat. Sir continues. “But not tonight.”
Relief floods Carter’s system.
The man looks up at sir with a smirk, one eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
“I’m being selfish tonight.”
“Well, youarethe birthday boy.” The man’s thumb leaves Carter's lip before moving down to his chin. He runs it along Carter’s jaw and tugs once at his earlobe before pushing back to his feet. “Next time, I suppose.”
“Absolutely.”
“He’s worth the wait,” Carter hears Henley say. “Whore cries real pretty.”
“We’ll all get to see how pretty later," Benny says. "I believe Nate plans on using his pet for the birthday whipping."
The men all murmur approvingly, one of them chuckling too. Then Henley says, "Still, it's better when it's you making him cry. Maybe you should let us all take turns with the whipping. You have plenty of years to go around."
“Did you just call me old?" sir says teasingly, but there's an edge to his tone. One Carter recognizes.
“Of course not. You’re still a young buck compared to some of us, don’t worry.” Henley laughs. “I’m just saying, everyone would love to get a lick in on your whore. I knowIwould.”
“He’s being selfish tonight,” Benny points out. “Remember?”
“No one is suggesting we line him up and stuff him full of cock all night," the man who came with Henley and Benny muses. "Just the chance to hit him."
“I’m afraid I'm not old enough to let all my guests take swings," sir says with a chuckle that sounds a little too strained to Carter's ears. "Wouldn't want to leave people out."
“Then let us all warm him up, and you can deliver the thirty-two after as the finale."
Carter holds his breath, not sure if sir has anything left to wiggle out of this.Would he really let everyone here hit Carter? God, there must be at least a hundred people here… Would Carter survive that? Would he even want to?
“It’s not a bad idea,” Benny says after a possibly too-long stretch of silence. "Think of how pretty he'll look, all pink and red and warmed up for you by the time it's your turn."
“Yes,” sir says, his voice darker now. Colder. Carter doesn't have to look to know sir's walls have been put up. Maybe all of them.
Maybe even the one that allows the monster out of its cage.
They make their rounds for another hour or so. People smile. They talk. They laugh.
Nathan smiles.
Nathan talks.
Nathan laughs.
There’s a toast about him delivered by Benny. Then one by Mica. Another by Kensington. One more by Henley, officially allying himself with Nathan's side in front of everyone.
Nathan gives a small toast of his own.Thanks for coming, you're all the best, blah, blah, fucking blah.He ends it with a toast to Maison Beckett and his pretty baby brother. He chugs his champagne - as he did after every toast, making it so his body feels a little bubbly and light.
He excuses himself from his table at the front of the party as guests begin lining up near the impromptu stage set up for the birthday whipping. With a sharper than necessary tug on Carter's leash, he leads the boy past two layers of security into the darkest part of the night and to the secret entrance of the compound. He brings him down the hall to their bedroom.
His hands shake.
He leaves him at the foot of the bed and goes to the bathroom, partly because he drank a fuck ton and has to piss, and partly because he needs a fucking minute to get his head in the right place.
