his expression, but I could hear it in his voice.
“Because I’ve never seen you come before. I must be the only one in the entire world.”
“I didn’t know you were a cherry-picker,” I said. “I’m no virgin.”
“You’re not a virgin,” Byrne said. “I know. I know that very well.”
“I have before,” I said.
“Perhaps,” Byrne said.
“You are annoying.”
“So you wrote.”
Byrne’s cock slipped out of me, although I knew he hadn’t come. How long had it been since Byrne had reached satisfaction? “I thought the naughty part was the whole point of the exercise,” I said. “So why not allow me to finish you?”
“No, it wasn’t,” Byrne said. “You still grasped it, though.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “Your cock?”
“Ha! No, not my cock,” Byrne said. “The point. Aiding those two. Believing that they were in love.”
“Why would you care?” I asked. “There’s nothing in it for you…”
Except that I had managed to excite him — voluntarily, even, as if I had orchestrated this entire thing. So why hadn’t he let me finish him?
“Did it feel pleasant? Watching them?”
I burrowed my head into his shoulder.
“Damon?”
“It felt lonely,” I said. Leaning against the wall, with only my own hand to touch me. Those two had had something more. Something I could never touch.
Byrne stroked my back. Was this what Price had done to Kendall when I couldn’t see? It was calming, soothing…
I pulled back and stumbled on my feet. “You’re probably tired,” I said. Too tired to remain in the chair.
“I don’t know if I can stand,” Byrne said. He watched my knees shiver. “I don’t know if you can hold me up.”
“I can do a lot of things,” I said. I went to his wash basin and dampened the cloth. I really had come against his stomach. His nightshirt had gone transparent because of my seed. I wiped off his cock and his hand, found another night shirt for him. My legs had recovered their strength enough by then, or through sheer force of will, for me to help him to the bed and replace the nightshirt.
Seeing him safely into bed, only then did I start to take care of my own appearance.
“You are so kind to me,” Byrne said. “For once.”
“I should be,” I said, joking. “I’m your heir.”
“Not yet,” he said.
I hurled the cloth down. Of course not. When had I actually believed that he would follow through on his bet? I found my pantaloons and pulled them on, and replaced my shoes.
“Damon. Damon!” Byrne called.
I stopped, and turned back to him, my head tilted forward with a frown.
“This was merely the first lesson,” Byrne said.
“Lesson?”
“Yes. I did say,” Byrne said. “There’s still a lot more that I want to teach you.”
“What could you possibly teach me?” I asked. “I already know how to suck your cock.”
He looked disappointed. “But this won’t be the last encounter. You never thought a man could love a molly, did you? Or even another man. For each new entry in this journal, you’ll have to learn about another patron and then write what you learn about love.”
“About love?” I looked around the room, as if something I saw would make all this make sense.
“And then — then, I swear to you, I will make you my heir.”
“Are you pulling a funny?” I demanded. “What could I possibly learn?”
“A lot,” Byrne said. “And you won’t know until you try.”
“So what… I bring in this journal to you once a week and you’ll grade me?” I asked.
“Only when you’ve learned something new about love,” Byrne said. “And no, even I don’t know what you’ll learn. But it will be important, I assure you.”
I wished I hadn’t tossed the towel away, for I wished to throw it then.
“I’ll even pay you for each journal entry,” Byrne said.
“On top of my usual fee,” I said.
“Of course,” Byrne said. “I know you.”
He thought he did. But if he were willing to pay extra for me to
“Because I’ve never seen you come before. I must be the only one in the entire world.”
“I didn’t know you were a cherry-picker,” I said. “I’m no virgin.”
“You’re not a virgin,” Byrne said. “I know. I know that very well.”
“I have before,” I said.
“Perhaps,” Byrne said.
“You are annoying.”
“So you wrote.”
Byrne’s cock slipped out of me, although I knew he hadn’t come. How long had it been since Byrne had reached satisfaction? “I thought the naughty part was the whole point of the exercise,” I said. “So why not allow me to finish you?”
“No, it wasn’t,” Byrne said. “You still grasped it, though.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “Your cock?”
“Ha! No, not my cock,” Byrne said. “The point. Aiding those two. Believing that they were in love.”
“Why would you care?” I asked. “There’s nothing in it for you…”
Except that I had managed to excite him — voluntarily, even, as if I had orchestrated this entire thing. So why hadn’t he let me finish him?
“Did it feel pleasant? Watching them?”
I burrowed my head into his shoulder.
“Damon?”
“It felt lonely,” I said. Leaning against the wall, with only my own hand to touch me. Those two had had something more. Something I could never touch.
Byrne stroked my back. Was this what Price had done to Kendall when I couldn’t see? It was calming, soothing…
I pulled back and stumbled on my feet. “You’re probably tired,” I said. Too tired to remain in the chair.
“I don’t know if I can stand,” Byrne said. He watched my knees shiver. “I don’t know if you can hold me up.”
“I can do a lot of things,” I said. I went to his wash basin and dampened the cloth. I really had come against his stomach. His nightshirt had gone transparent because of my seed. I wiped off his cock and his hand, found another night shirt for him. My legs had recovered their strength enough by then, or through sheer force of will, for me to help him to the bed and replace the nightshirt.
Seeing him safely into bed, only then did I start to take care of my own appearance.
“You are so kind to me,” Byrne said. “For once.”
“I should be,” I said, joking. “I’m your heir.”
“Not yet,” he said.
I hurled the cloth down. Of course not. When had I actually believed that he would follow through on his bet? I found my pantaloons and pulled them on, and replaced my shoes.
“Damon. Damon!” Byrne called.
I stopped, and turned back to him, my head tilted forward with a frown.
“This was merely the first lesson,” Byrne said.
“Lesson?”
“Yes. I did say,” Byrne said. “There’s still a lot more that I want to teach you.”
“What could you possibly teach me?” I asked. “I already know how to suck your cock.”
He looked disappointed. “But this won’t be the last encounter. You never thought a man could love a molly, did you? Or even another man. For each new entry in this journal, you’ll have to learn about another patron and then write what you learn about love.”
“About love?” I looked around the room, as if something I saw would make all this make sense.
“And then — then, I swear to you, I will make you my heir.”
“Are you pulling a funny?” I demanded. “What could I possibly learn?”
“A lot,” Byrne said. “And you won’t know until you try.”
“So what… I bring in this journal to you once a week and you’ll grade me?” I asked.
“Only when you’ve learned something new about love,” Byrne said. “And no, even I don’t know what you’ll learn. But it will be important, I assure you.”
I wished I hadn’t tossed the towel away, for I wished to throw it then.
“I’ll even pay you for each journal entry,” Byrne said.
“On top of my usual fee,” I said.
“Of course,” Byrne said. “I know you.”
He thought he did. But if he were willing to pay extra for me to
Similar Books
