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The floor we walked across was thick glass squares lit by fluorescent green lights. Underneath sloshed the river that ran through St. Loren. Fish swam up here and there, probably regular wildlife, but they were interesting and ominous in the green glow. I was distracted, but Albion smiled and that happiness was enough to snag my attention. He looked so good with that soft expression on his face.
Like a different person.
He stared at a shiny silver bar that extended about forty feet in all directions along the far wall. Ugh, every stool was full, and people were packed in around those seated, attempting to get drinks. Everyone was shouting their conversations. One good thing, they were all dressed similarly to us. Some of my anxiety died away.
“Come on, Shoelicker,” he said, tone warm enough that it gave me a pleasant shiver. I followed at his heels, still staring at the glass floor, until he stopped, and then I glanced up at the man he shook hands with.
“This is Massimo,” Albion said. He glanced at his friend with a smirk.
Massimo had vivid eyes that were stuck somewhere between blue and gray, set off by dark hair and scruff. He was pure fire, but he seemed even colder than Albion, and I found myself crowding against my.... My Sir.
“Very nice,” Massimo said, his gaze starting at the boots on my feet that Albion had bought me and sliding up my body. I shivered and shuffled another small step closer to Albion.
With a huff, Albion wrapped an arm around me and bent, touching his lips against my ear. “You’ve never played with anyone else?”
I didn’t know what answer he wanted because I was pretty sure he’d already known that. “No, Sir,” I said, when he appeared to be waiting for an answer from me.
He nipped my earlobe and sparks shivered along my spine and swirled in my gut. I’d already been on edge, and when he sucked away the sting from his teeth, my cock decided to get in on the action and show up to the party. I was embarrassed as Massimo’s gaze drifted down toward my groin, but when I slipped my hands in front of myself, clasping them over my crotch, Albion slapped them away.
“No, you’ll let everyone see what I do to you, see how much of a slut you are for me,” he growled in my ear.
I whimpered and my problem got worse—so much worse.
“Oh, he was a good find,” Massimo said with a tilt of his head. He was talking about me like I was barely better than a new watch—if that.
“Have you ever been here? You didn’t answer me out loud the first time I asked,” Albion murmured, lips teasing the shell of my ear. I wasn’t sure why that cold tone directed so intimately at me got me wound up every fucking time, but my bones turned to mush—all except one. I would’ve fallen on my ass if he hadn’t slipped his arm around my waist.
“No, Sir,” I said.
“Always verbally answer my questions, Pretty, or you’ll get punished.” He grabbed my ass and squeezed, but this time it was a gentle reminder.
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned out, fighting past the humiliation of someone else watching us do this. His friend didn’t glance away for a single second.
“I love that you’re my pretty shoelicker to train, that no one else has done this,” he said, rubbing his hand along my side, which with the mesh shirt was somehow better than him caressing my naked skin. He’d done something similar when he’d shoved the douche inside me earlier, and another wave of heat at the reminder of that sweet humiliation rushed through my body and settled in my cheeks.
“You’re my slut. Would you be a whore for anyone else? Would you take Massimo’s cock?” Albion asked, and this time the question was loud and drew the attention of several people sitting near his friend. They turned to glance at us with interest. “Do you want someone else to satisfy you?” There was venom dripping from the words, and I felt strangely disoriented.
My head spun. Was I having a meltdown? Albion’s arm was strong around me. I couldn’t tell what he wanted me to say, so I only shook my head, giving him the answer in my heart. “No, Sir.”
“Massimo, this is Wade,” Albion said, and he was smirking when he straightened to his full height and squared his shoulders. “My shoelicker. Shake hands, Shoelicker. Don’t be shy.”
My cheeks were burning all over again as Massimo stuck out his hand, and I put mine in his, but he did all the work of shaking.
“I understand some of the fuss now,” Massimo said in a bored tone, but I got the impression he didn’t think much of me, and that sent my emotions spiraling in an odd direction. I didn’t want anyone else to touch me, but I did want Albion’s friends to like me. He’d only introduced me to this one, after all, and it seemed as if I wasn’t making a good impression.
“Hello, uh, Sir,” I said, not sure I should really use Massimo’s name.
“Don’t call him that,” Albion snapped, giving me a squeeze.
Some fear sliced through me, but when I snuck a peek at Albion’s face, he wasn’t looking at me; he was giving his friend a death glare.
“I don’t know. Maybe he wants me to be his Sir for the night,” Massimo said, and there was a hint of teasing in the smug smile playing across his lips.
“You don’t like men.” Albion rolled his eyes at Massimo before he turned toward me and settled his hands on his hips. “Do you know who you belong to?”
He stared at me, chin tilted, and I realized we were doing... something. We were already sinking into a fantasy together. Licking my lips, I fell to my knees. I hated the expression on his face, as if he thought I had no idea who my Sir was.
Tears struggled to the surface that I held back. I bent forward and kissed the tips of his shiny black boots. “Yes, Sir. I know I’m yours, Sir.”
