me sigh. “Sorry, you’re right. But I think I had
a lot more fun disobeying orders.”
“If that’s the case, you can write the lines I’ve already assigned and then you can
write Obeying my Master is more important to me than having fun one hundred times. After we’re done with breakfast, you’ll fetch pen and paper from
your room and write them here, where I can keep an eye on you. Understood?”
I sighed again, scowling at an amused Colin. “Fine.”
“The correct response would be Thank you, Sir . After all, I’m allowing you to eat your breakfast first…for the moment.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said hurriedly. “Thank you very much, Sir. I’m starving.”
“Because you didn’t eat the dinner I provided for you last night,” he reminded me
with another frown. “I’m still thinking on a punishment for that one, though I suppose
going hungry qualifies as its own punishment. Don’t do it again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Lili placed a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and wheat toast in front of me and I
thanked her before tucking into them.
“So, do you have questions this morning, Rachel?” Julian asked as he spread jam on
his toast.
God, where to start? “Colin said I had to ask you about the tattoo on his penis.”
“I knew she’d go right for that one,” Colin murmured before sipping his coffee.
Julian sighed. “That’s a rather distressing story that begins the day of Colin’s thoughtless
words to you five years ago, when he goaded you about your attraction to me.”
I listened with wide eyes and a full mouth as he continued, “We hadn’t become lovers
yet, but he was living in my house and I’d been playing my sadistic little games with
him for almost a year. I’d just received some shocking news and was already planning
on taking him further, being a little more brutal with him, than I ever had before.
Which wasn’t a prudent call on my part, I know, but he’d been begging for it for weeks
so why not satisfy us both?”
Breathless and nerve-wracked, I gulped down the last of my eggs.
“I was even planning on fucking him, though I’d intended to save that until his residency
ended. I’d wanted to make it a special occasion we’d both remember fondly. But I needed
him that night, and the occasion was momentous enough to warrant a change of plans.
Do you know what happened, Rachel, when Colin came home and confessed what he’d said
to you, that he’d hurt you?”
I shook my head, almost afraid to hear.
“I beat him within an inch of safe-wording and then made him my sweet, dirty fuckhole.
I rode his beautiful, hellishly striped and bruised virgin ass until he screamed himself
hoarse. Isn’t that right, fuckhole mine?”
“Yes, Sir,” Colin said. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Don’t ever thank me for that, Colin,” Julian said sharply. “I wasn’t proud of myself
afterward, and I still regret that our formal relationship started with violence,
not to mention such a lack of control and rational thought on my part. If I’d realized
you were provoking me out of jealousy—”
Colin’s eyes widened. “Sir, I—”
“Don’t bother denying it or I’ll have you caned again for lying. I played right into
your hands and if I hadn’t been so wrecked, I might have realized it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Before I tell Rachel the rest of the story, why don’t you show her your other stamp
of ownership.”
Colin slid me a sideways look and then rose from his chair to stand beside me, facing
away. My gaze was just wandering down his long, finely muscled back, clearly outlined
beneath his bright blue polo, when I heard the clink of his belt buckle and the buzz
of his zipper.
When he dropped trou, I dropped jaw. He was wearing low-rise, white-trimmed, bright
blue underwear that left most of his spectacular buttocks bare.
Even more shocking, there was actually a tattooed stamp, probably five inches in diameter,
spanning the
a lot more fun disobeying orders.”
“If that’s the case, you can write the lines I’ve already assigned and then you can
write Obeying my Master is more important to me than having fun one hundred times. After we’re done with breakfast, you’ll fetch pen and paper from
your room and write them here, where I can keep an eye on you. Understood?”
I sighed again, scowling at an amused Colin. “Fine.”
“The correct response would be Thank you, Sir . After all, I’m allowing you to eat your breakfast first…for the moment.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said hurriedly. “Thank you very much, Sir. I’m starving.”
“Because you didn’t eat the dinner I provided for you last night,” he reminded me
with another frown. “I’m still thinking on a punishment for that one, though I suppose
going hungry qualifies as its own punishment. Don’t do it again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Lili placed a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and wheat toast in front of me and I
thanked her before tucking into them.
“So, do you have questions this morning, Rachel?” Julian asked as he spread jam on
his toast.
God, where to start? “Colin said I had to ask you about the tattoo on his penis.”
“I knew she’d go right for that one,” Colin murmured before sipping his coffee.
Julian sighed. “That’s a rather distressing story that begins the day of Colin’s thoughtless
words to you five years ago, when he goaded you about your attraction to me.”
I listened with wide eyes and a full mouth as he continued, “We hadn’t become lovers
yet, but he was living in my house and I’d been playing my sadistic little games with
him for almost a year. I’d just received some shocking news and was already planning
on taking him further, being a little more brutal with him, than I ever had before.
Which wasn’t a prudent call on my part, I know, but he’d been begging for it for weeks
so why not satisfy us both?”
Breathless and nerve-wracked, I gulped down the last of my eggs.
“I was even planning on fucking him, though I’d intended to save that until his residency
ended. I’d wanted to make it a special occasion we’d both remember fondly. But I needed
him that night, and the occasion was momentous enough to warrant a change of plans.
Do you know what happened, Rachel, when Colin came home and confessed what he’d said
to you, that he’d hurt you?”
I shook my head, almost afraid to hear.
“I beat him within an inch of safe-wording and then made him my sweet, dirty fuckhole.
I rode his beautiful, hellishly striped and bruised virgin ass until he screamed himself
hoarse. Isn’t that right, fuckhole mine?”
“Yes, Sir,” Colin said. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Don’t ever thank me for that, Colin,” Julian said sharply. “I wasn’t proud of myself
afterward, and I still regret that our formal relationship started with violence,
not to mention such a lack of control and rational thought on my part. If I’d realized
you were provoking me out of jealousy—”
Colin’s eyes widened. “Sir, I—”
“Don’t bother denying it or I’ll have you caned again for lying. I played right into
your hands and if I hadn’t been so wrecked, I might have realized it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Before I tell Rachel the rest of the story, why don’t you show her your other stamp
of ownership.”
Colin slid me a sideways look and then rose from his chair to stand beside me, facing
away. My gaze was just wandering down his long, finely muscled back, clearly outlined
beneath his bright blue polo, when I heard the clink of his belt buckle and the buzz
of his zipper.
When he dropped trou, I dropped jaw. He was wearing low-rise, white-trimmed, bright
blue underwear that left most of his spectacular buttocks bare.
Even more shocking, there was actually a tattooed stamp, probably five inches in diameter,
spanning the
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