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“They’re getting paid! How polite do I have to be?”
“Theo…”
Chapter Thirteen
Not only was it strange for me to let my new partner stay behind in a home with a man that had fucked him, but I was also going with another man that had been there while it happened. Maybe Brett had fucked him, too; I had no idea. I didn’t know the details and didn’t know if I wanted to.
Brett sensed I was worried. A brilliant man, Brett Lincoln. “If you’re worried about Ryan, he’s not the type to hit on someone who’s taken.”
“I’m not exactly worried about that. It’s weird for me. I hope you know it’s not the two of you.”
“I know. When I first got to the dungeon, I knew that Ryan, especially, would be expected to fuck other people…I hated it. I wanted out and almost decided to leave, but then I sunk into my role, knowing that the clients and the men working there needed me. They needed me, as another slave, to help them. Some were homesick, some were lonely, even there, being with men every night.”
“Sex doesn’t kill that. I know that from personal experience.”
“Me too. I tried, believe me, and it didn’t. But, at the dungeon, after all the parties, the sex, it would be Ryan and me, alone, in our quarters. Just us, and I wasn’t lonely anymore. Theo was lonely. I saw it in his face the second he came, and it didn’t leave. Now, it’s gone.”
I glanced over at him and saw his eyes shining. “Thanks. Sometimes, I…get scared.”
“Because you’re big and sexy? That he’s only after your dick?”
“Yeah! Okay, yeah.”
“Well, he’s not. He looks at you and exudes these fireworks of love. It’s adorable. And he’s not exactly cute. Well, his former personality.”
I had to ask. It drove me, and it was making me a little crazy. “When Theo got there, was he boasting about being a Dom?”
“Sure. Ryan saw through that right off and put a stop to it. Even if, somewhere in that body, is a Dom? It’s a bad one. Ryan hates very few things, but a bad dominant is on that list. The old Masters there at the dungeon, they were horrible. They drugged and abused the slaves terribly. The man we took it over from changing that. He was hard on all the Masters, making them proficient in aftercare and everything. The stories he told us of them, Ryan kept an eye out from the second we took over. So, when Theo came and started ordering people around, it wasn’t that much of his attitude. Ryan saw he was searching, begging someone to notice him, and Ryan did. Then he came here, and you did. He could finally feel free, I think.”
“Free to be a slave?”
“Yeah. Crazy, right, but some slaves, even living in what were formerly cells and not being able to go out much, were free because they were finally allowed to be what they were. That kind of freedom, it’s priceless.”
I thought about that all day. The weeks leading up to me taking Theo and making him mine, they were fraught with his pleas. He wanted me to notice him, and I did, but I didn’t just jump his bones. I got to know him and let him know that’s what I wanted. He confessed he was searching for himself, and I only hoped I could be the one to help him find everything he wanted to know.
We got to the realtors and then went on a short tour of the three top picks. The first was lovely, a small house with two bedrooms, one story, and a basement. The field in front of the place reminded me of our home, with hills rising away to the back of it. Brett’s eyes were huge as we toured it, and the house was perfect, well-maintained, and refurbished in modern colors and appliances.
The two others were beautiful too. I couldn’t imagine that there would be ugly homes or property in the area. The first one, however, with the cascading front field, the small corral that the previous owners had converted into a garden that was still, even with the cold, filled with sunflowers…
That was the one I knew they’d choose.
When we got back, Ryan and Theo were laughing when we went in the door, as Theo was directing him to the perfect placement of the new linen sofa. “It’s too close to the fireplace there! It’ll get sooty.”
“It’s not going to get sooty!”
“We’ll get a bear rug if we want to be close. Maybe we’ll get a real bear, that Master Christopher from the dungeon,” Theo giggled.
“Slave Mario would be better suited; he’d love it.”
Brett went to Ryan, hugging him while chattering about the house, and Theo launched himself at me, kissing me hard and then joining in the chatter. “Did you see? Isn’t it beautiful?”
“It all is beautiful,” I said, and I meant it. The oak tables for the sofa, matching linen chairs, and the light beige rug under them were all beautiful.
“The plumbers are coming for the other two bathrooms in a couple says, and I have a lot of cleaning to do of our new kitchen stuff, but it’s coming together.”
“Our new home is perfect, Theo. You’ve made it beautiful.”
“Of course! I have a flair for decorating.”
