Page 85 of Collin: Episodes 13-15
Richard kissed his back again. “Bit by bit, pretty boy.”
“But we will get back to all of it. He didn’t change that for us, right?” Collin whispered. He didn’t have to say the name of who he was thinking.
“No. He never had that kind of power.” Richard pulled out and turned Collin around. He put the wooden stool from the side shelf into the tub and sat on it, bringing Collin with him and pushing him to straddle his lap, sinking down on his cock again.
This was perfect. The water took their weight, the stool gave Collin’s legs room to fall on either side of Richard’s thighs, and they could see each other face-to-face, all with the comfort of being stuffed full of his Master.
Richard stroked Collin’s cheek. “How long have you been worried, precious boy?”
“A couple weeks?” Collin kept his face averted. “You and Émeric have been so gentle with me. I kept telling myself that it was just the injuries.”
“Injuries and maybe the awareness of how close we came to losing you. You were hurt, boy. When I saw you on your knees like that, your face bruised and bleeding, it was all I could do to not forget the plan. I just wanted to hold you. You and Émeric. And then I woke up, and neither of you were there. And then you were but not Émeric, and you looked even worse.”
Richard drew in a long, shaky breath. “I’ve been seeing my own therapist at least twice a week since I left the hospital. The same one I used to see. He’s in Europe now, but he took my calls.”
“What did you need him for?”
“To make sure I didn’t wrap you and Émeric, and Linda, and everyone else around us in so many protective layers that my love became a prison. Because all I wanted to do once we were home again was lock the door and throw away the key to keep you all where I could see you and never lose you.”
Collin tangled his fingers in Richard’s wet hair. “How did you stop yourself?”
“With the same reason and intention that let me walk into that courtyard carrying your record and a flash-bang grenade: living life on our terms in our truth. Hiding in fear of losing what we have would be a form of death in and of itself.”
“So, we’re still going to travel and, someday, walk around without security?”
“There may always be some amount of security in our lives. But we can minimize it and choose when to step out without them. We can travel and take risks and make friends. But instead of the small army we have today, maybe just a handful with Paulsen monitoring intel and handling threats.”
“Do we get a lot of those?”
“I think we average five death threats a day these past few weeks. Most of them are not credible, but a few have been.”
Collin hugged Richard and kissed the top of his head. He could do that sitting astride his Master’s lap. “It if makes you feel better, you can chip me. I’ve heard you joke about it.”
Richard chuckled. “I might just do that, precious boy. Émeric says you want to wear my coat of arms.”
Collin colored and wiggled on Richard’s cock. “I belong to you. I want to be marked.”
“Hmm. I like marking you. I have the coat of arms on a necklace. I’ll let you wear it. But I think I’d rather commission a new set out of Émeric’s coat of arms and mine, and put one in this ear and one in the other. We’ll tag you as ours. Everyone else might think they are earrings, but we will know.”
Collin flushed. “Please, sir.”
“Émeric has a jeweler in mind, but they are in London. After the new year, we’ll see about commissioning them.”
Richard stroked Collin’s cheek thoughtfully. “There’s something else I’ve been thinking about since that day I walked in there and saw you bleeding. I want everyone to know you are mine. Not in some distant way, not in a way where the media publishes photos and guesses. Next time someone asks, I want to tell them ‘He’s mine.’ No ‘ifs, and, or buts.”
“Then tell them.” Collin pressed his palms against his Master’s cheeks. “I’m yours, so tell them. It’s not like it’s even really a secret, not after the pictures of what I did in the hospital got out.”
“The death threats will go up.”
“We can handle them. I can deal with a level of sensible security, Master. I can’t handle living without you. And you are your truth. For myself, I’d rather people knew.”
“Take my name. I know Émeric will ask the same. Take them both. Reevesworth-Moreau. Then everyone will know that you belong to both of us.”
“I want to keep my dad’s name, Ryker, but it could be my middle name.”
Richard smiled, light in his eyes.
Richard eventually fucked himself to completion inside of Collin then rinsed him out carefully, making a production out of it until Collin squirmed and complained. Then he put on the collar, lead, and cuffs, swapping out the mittens for leather circlets that matched everything else. He led Collin into a walk-in closet and hung the lead on a hook on the wall while he dressed, leaving Collin to watch him. Then he took Collin downstairs to the kitchen.
