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“Begging? Why?” I echo, my voice laced with fatigue.
Flirty boy shrugs. “Familymembers need to provide. He’s aTrésor, but he refused to work last night, so he was reported.”
“Reported?” I breathe, which makes him turn to face me. Even with my eyes kept on the scene, I can feel flirty-boy’s wariness, and I roll my lips. “If tomorrow you decide to entrust us with your sexual fantasies, and even choose which boy you want for that, you’d want him to be performing, right?”
“Yes,” I moan. Trophy has his lips wrapped around hisMaster’scock, his upper body helplessly swinging within the ropes.
“A pity though, look at him. He’s a beauty.”
“Will the ropes kill him?” I muse.
He hesitates a beat. “That depends, would you like that?”
My heart thuds loudly in my throat, letting fear roll freely through my insides and gnaw at my sanity. Fingers claw at the edges of my mind, crying out to be released from this hold. Flirty boy lets out a finger and hooks it under my chin, forcing me to look at him. He flicks a tongue over his lips, then lets them slide into a smirk. “You’d be surprised what some people like.”
With our eyes still locked, the crowd lets out a strangled gasp, making us turn to the scene.
TheMaster’snow bouncing Trophy’s body back and forth by the swing of ropes, fucking him hard. While keeping a relentless speed, he lifts his head and talks into his ears, making the guy moan in reply.
“Nah, this one’s gonna live.”
The surprise must be palpable because he nods at the scene. “Do you see how ourMaster’shands are digging into his sides? How he’s riding him?” He dismisses the scene with a quick flick of his hand. “A revenge fuck, that’s what this is. OurMasterlikes hislapin.”
The piano plays faster, making claws dig into my mind, begging for my rationality to take over.
Connor.
Trophy whines as he reaches his orgasm, and theMastermakes another show of displaying his hard, dripping cock. He gracefully glides off the bed and positions himself in front of Trophy, pulls him in by his hair, and puts his mouth on his cock. It only takes a few moments of suckling before he hangs back, his dark mane shining in the golden light as he comes with a rasp and a grunt.
People cheer and clap, gently waking up from the haze, eyeing each other from behind their masks in the brightening light, looking mostly satisfied. When I throw the bed a final glance, twoTrésorsare kneeling by the bed, untying the ropes from Trophy. They place something between his lips, that he eagerly swallows.
“His reward,” flirty-boy whispers, then offers Austin an arm. “Le frère est retrouvé. The brother has returned. He’s done well, there was a full audience. HisCaptainwill take good care of him. Well, that was fun. Shall we go and have a drink?”
We turn to leave the bedroom when I feel another lurking presence. I turn slowly, my brain foggy, my eyes now watching theMasterin front of me, eyeing me intently. He’s my height but built more like Connor. Leaner, less bulky. Strong enough to be a problem should I need to run. There’s something so fucking unnerving about that handsome face. His gaze is off as if he’s on drugs.
Or maybe it’s the craziness of devotion.
What kind of a life did he have before all this? Is he a son? A brother? Boyfriend? But then again, I’m a son and a brother, yet I work in crime. His eyes dart to flirty boy and he talks quietly to him in French. Then he gives me a creepy smile and trots away.
“Well sexy, you’re the lucky one. You’re next.”
“I…what?”
“He’s chosen you.”
“But he just finished,” I scorn.
Flirty boy lets out a huff. “I don’t know what you guys are used to in America, but we go for an entire night. We first get in the mood, then we drink something, we watch, we play, we fuck. And then we do it over and over again. Our clients can have anything they want.” He gives me a thorough look. “Anything.”
“That’s…” I swallow. “Great to hear. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll need to prepare myself.”
Connor.
I need to find him, but with every room I search, my suspicion that he’s already left grows. Though it feels like I spent the entire evening watching that scene on the bed, reality shows me that it only lasted for about half an hour. My mind’s still foggy though and in need of Connor’s reassuring smile, his grounding hand on my knee. I need his body curled into mine, his head on my chest, those shy smiles and sweet moans ready for me. Only me.
Though that’s not what we were.
I return from the outer rooms toward the corridor through which we walked barely an hour ago,together. One of the black suits offers me my coat and I give him a tight nod.
