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“That is two whats. I dislike whats.” He huffs, impatience in his tone. “Whats enthuse the scurrying little mouse in you. You are not one, nor am I.” What on earth is he talking about? “Come, my Rose. You will enjoy such sustenance.”
“Where’s Lilah?”
“Why?”
“You’re more manageable when she’s around.” He looks disgusted with me, or the thought.
“I am not, nor have I ever been, manageable.” I’m hauled quite abruptly to my feet, his hand steadying the fall that nearly happens. “It is a repulsive little word, hmm?” I nod, I’m not sure what at. Maybe it’s his tone and the fact that I’m in his arms again, or just the fact that his lips are too close for sanity to prevail. It’s always so much easier with him. Relaxed. There’s nothing to worry about, no concern about how we are or if we are. We sleep together and laugh, under orders maybe, but it’s a love that doesn’t include feelings other than pleasure and debasement on occasion. “You are tempted, no?” Yes. No. I’m leaving. I think. Shit.
“Stop Pascal.”
“Why? We could fuck the morning away, my Rose,” he says, twirling me back into the bedroom and letting go so I carry on twirling on my own. I stop myself, and the smile on my face, and sigh out at the thought. This is as over as Alex and I are. It has to be for me to move on.
“I can’t.” He laughs and brings my coffee over, taking my hand again.
“Ah, but you can. You can do anything you choose to do. As can I.”
He tows me behind him along the landing, continuing on with his twirling me every now and then, until he stops and kisses me at one point. It’s only brief, and certainly doesn’t have any sense of passion attached to it, but it reminds me of the early days with Alex. The fun. That only increases as we wander down the stairs and I look at all the places we’ve made love. I remember standing right here in the early days, his hands holding mine as he guided me into this world of theirs. I look at Pascal’s back weaving the corridors, remembering the first time I met him, too. It was all so new then, so … Actually, where is Alex?
“Where is he?” I ask, wondering why we’re heading down the old servants quarters. He turns the last few corners, finally stopping us as we reach the safe room.
“That is quite the question of the hour, hmm?” he replies, inputting the code so the door opens. “Where is he indeed? We shall find out, no? You and I, together.” What is he talking about now? He pinches my backside, the second time more harshly which has me squealing and surging into the room away from him. “Nourishment, my dear.”
My hands shoot to my face the moment I stop, coffee cup falling to the floor beneath me at the vision.
“What-“
“Three whats,” he says calmly. I swing back to look at him and find him smirking and leant on the far wall, coffee going to his mouth. “The next one will be punishable. I am feeling quite frisky. It is the morning after all.”
“But, how did you-“
“But is also indistinct. Use your words more effectively, my dear.” My eyes narrow at his ‘my dear’ statement. My dear pulls the bastard out of him, and insinuates that I’m being foolish. I’m not that I know of, I’m just flabbergasted. I look back at Alex, wondering how the hell he got him up there. He still hasn’t even opened his eyes, let alone looked at me or made any sound at all.
“He’s naked,” is my wondrous statement.
“Hmm. Heavenly.” Hardly heavenly. In fact, he looks like he’s in some kind of trance. Head lowered, arms stretched up and held onto the wall by rope and latches.
“How did you, ermm-“ He wanders up beside me, sipping his coffee again. “Manage it?”
“Carefully.” I bet. “And with visceral strength. I am quite fatigued.” We both stare at the vision. Me with worry etching my thoughts, and him with a smirk constantly in place. “It is an intriguing sight, no?”
“Why?” It’s all I’ve got. I can’t even begin to understand what he’s up to with this, let alone think about what’s going to happen when Alex eventually comes out of his trance like state. “And how?” Still. It’s fascinating to say the least. I mean, did he drag him somehow? No one drags Alex.
“Drugs.” Oh. “In his drink while he played chess. And then, whilst subdued, I fucked him.” My head swings to his face, eyes wider than they’ve ever been. “With my fingers. I restrained somewhat.”
“Really?”
“Hmm. What shall we do with him? He has been abhorrent.”
He walks away from me after that statement, chuckling to himself about something, and then slides his finger over Alex’s jaw, ducking his head to look up into his hung head. I watch on for a while, no clue what I’m supposed to do or say. Drugs? It’s not unheard of with Pascal, and must have made whatever this is easier to manage, but why?
“Are you punishing him for something?” Because I can’t think of any other reason this would happen, no matter how interesting it might be. This isn’t what we do. Well, it’s not what I do. No one ever really knows what Pascal’s about to do. Apart from Lilah. Who seems to always know what he’s about to do. And me actually.
“He has vexed me,” he mutters. Right.
“How?”
“You. Me.” Still he’s looking at Alex, one hand on his chin now as if considering what he’s going to do next. “And he fucked Lilah yesterday. I was not asked.” He what? “By either of them.”
