Page 25 of A Mistake of Identity
“With your own conquest?”
“Fuck you.”
“Father is concerned about the image you’re projecting. Your image is the company’s—”
“The company can get fucked.” Henri stood up, hands planted on Gabriel’s desk. “And so can Father’s precious image. Are we done? I have to go berate my VPs for the ‘optimistic’ fiscal projections.”
Gabriel watched his brother, noting the slight tremor in his hands and the way his pupils were just a touch too wide. Fourth day in a row he’d shown signs of being high. He’d have to have Alain look into where Henri had been spending his evenings.
“For now.”
Henri stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Gabriel pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Alain:“Keep an eye on Henri. Find his whereabouts these past few days and report back.”
He received a short, but affirmative response from Alain moments later.
Another message came through his tablet, this one from Lucas showing various, rather skimpy lingerie with the caption:“Like any of these for your little bird?”
“The blue one,”he responded, imagining Ellis in it. “And the matching jock I see behind you.”
Lucas sent him a string of fire emotes as a response.
The rest of his day passed in a blur of meetings and paperwork, his mind constantly drifting to what waited for him at home. When he finally stepped into his Lafayette Square mansion that evening, Lucas materialized at his elbow with a discreet black shopping bag.
“I may have gotten carried away,” Lucas murmured, a slight smirk playing at his lips as he handed over the bag. The tissue paper inside barely concealed multiple glimpses of midnight blue, emerald, and deep burgundy silk. “But they’re all his size.”
Before Gabriel could respond, an incensed Jean stormed down the main staircase.
“I demand you let me leave,” Jean snapped, planted firmly in Gabriel’s path.
“No.” Gabriel tucked the bag under his arm as he examined the boy’s new outfit, tailored perfectly to his slight frame. Maybe a touch too fitted. Lucas was clearly enjoying his new dress-up doll. Gabriel decided to let him have his fun.
Jean made a sound of pure frustration and stomped off. Gabriel noted the absence of his little bird on the first floor and made his way upstairs to his bedroom, the weight of the bag a promising reminder of later possibilities. The sight that greeted him made his blood run hot.
Ellis stood by the window in Gabriel’s clothes, a shirt that hung just slightly too large on his frame, sweatpants riding low on his hips. He wasn’t drowning in the fabric. Ellis wasn’t a small man by any means, but seeing him in Gabriel’s clothes sent a surge of possessive desire through him.
Gabriel set the shopping bag on his dresser for later as he asked, “How are you feeling?” His voice was rough with anticipation of the evening’s treatment.
“Surprisingly good, actually,” Ellis replied, turning to face him. “The cream is working better than I expected.”
Gabriel allowed himself a small smile. “Dr. Nguyen is very good at what she does. One more application tonight.”
“More like you have access to medical care most people can only dream of,” Ellis retorted.
The words had barely left Ellis’ mouth when Gabriel moved without thought. One heartbeat, he was by the dresser; the next, he had Ellis pressed against the wall. “Are you complaining about my care?” The double meaning hung between them.
“No,” Ellis breathed, his eyes dark.
“Good. Because I intend to be very thorough with your final treatment.” Gabriel placed a hand on his shoulder, applying gentle but firm pressure. Ellis sank to his knees without resistance, his pupils blown wide as Gabriel unzipped his pants. Ellis’ eyes tracked every movement hungrily as Gabriel freed his hard cock. Without waiting to be told, Ellis leaned forward and swallowed him down..
A low moan escaped Gabriel at the exquisite suction. Ellis’ tongue was masterful, though the thought of how he’d gained such skill made something dark twist in Gabriel’s chest. He cupped the back of Ellis’ head with one hand, protecting him from the wall, while the other gripped his jaw. Then he fucked his little bird’s mouth in earnest.
Ellis whimpered around him, the sound going straight to Gabriel’s cock. Glancing down, he saw Ellis had grown hard from the rough treatment. When Ellis moved to touch himself, Gabriel stopped him with a savage thrust.
“You only touch yourself when I say you can,” Gabriel growled, grinding deeper into Ellis’ throat. When he pulled back, the sight of Ellis looking already thoroughly debauched made his cock twitch. He hauled Ellis to his feet.
“Strip,” Gabriel commanded, remaining fully dressed as he watched Ellis hesitate briefly before pulling off the borrowed clothes. Only two items—Gabriel had no intention of giving him more anytime soon, except maybe the panties. The sight of Ellis naked and waiting made his cock throb, but he forced himselfto move deliberately as he retrieved the prescription cream and applicator from the nightstand.
He settled on the edge of his king-sized bed, patting his thigh. “Over my lap.”
