“I’m sorry, sir. Could you repeat that?”
“I said,” Hugh went on in a slightly louder voice, “that I’m treating you to a facial.”
Even though Hugh had repeated it in a clear, loud voice, Finch knew he couldn’t have heard
that right. “A facial, sir?”
The doors to the elevator opened. Hugh led the way and Finch trotted behind him, wondering
what the hell had gotten into Hugh. Surely he couldn’t mean what Finch thought he meant,
could he? Nevertheless, a vision of Finch kneeling, naked, while Hugh stood over him and shot
his cum onto Finch’s face persisted.
Everard had been right to warn him not to let Hugh get him alone—after everything Hugh had
done for him today, Finch wasn’t sure he could resist.
“Here we are!” Hugh sang cheerfully, and Finch felt both a wave of relief and a brief stab of
disappointment. They were at a spa. The facial made ever so much more sense.
Mr. Drake and his “companion” were whisked inside, given robes, and sent to a changing room.
Hugh immediately began to disrobe. Finch just gaped at him, unable to move a muscle. He
hadn’t expected to see Hugh’s body again so soon, or indeed, ever. But the show was over far
too soon. Hugh put on his robe, turned around, and saw Finch hadn’t yet changed. “Are you
quite all right, Finch?” he asked.
Finch shut his mouth with a snap, Hugh’s perfect ass and large cock prominent in his recent
memory. “Yes, sir. Of course.”
“Then let’s get going. I can help you undress, if you like. Did any of the clothing Ashley put you
in have difficult closures? The trousers, I did notice, are quite tight.”
“No… ah… yes… that is to say, I can do it, sir. Just give me a moment.” As quickly as he could,
Finch undressed in front of Hugh and put on the provided robe. “I’m all set,” Finch smiled
faintly, “for my facial.”
“And massage!” Hugh announced happily. “I booked us a couples’ session.”
Finch felt all the blood drain from his face. “So everyone out there thinks I’m your…”
“My Finch, yes. I told them you’re my treasure. They’ve promised to take extra special care of
both of us.”
“Oh, good lord,” Finch moaned.
“I know, right? This is so very exciting.” Hugh opened the changing room door to let the spa