nature.
Instead of going through the reception area, Evan went further down the hallway to the private door to Allen’s office that led directly into the corridor and tapped lightly before opening it. He entered and Jeremy promptly dropped the mat he carried and knelt, not in presentation mode this time, but in formal ly , knees together, back straight, hands clasped in front of him, head bowed. He had practiced this move secretly until he accomplished it with fluid grace. He centered himself and monitored his breathing. Adrenalin flooded him because he knew that Evan considered it vital that their supposed relationship be accepted so that he could go back to work. Right now, all he had to do was be the picture of beauty and obedience.
*****
At Allen’s gesture, Evan sat on the couch, while Jeremy remained kneeling upright. Allen swallowed hard as he took in the size and physical attractiveness of the young man kneeling next to his son. When Evan mentioned that he knew Jeremy from Stanford, Allen
had pictured a slight, wiry, average looking man, maybe with glasses. Jeremy stunned him. Evan had also spent a fortune dressing him apparently, all to good effect. Having no idea how to proceed, Allen looked askance at Evan. “Can I speak with him?”
*****
Evan, surprised, went through the Master/Slave gestural vocabulary mentally, afraid he wouldn’t remember what to do. He breathed a sigh of relief when he remembered. He leaned sideways and tapped Jeremy on the shoulder, to look up and brushed his thumb across Jeremy’s lower lip to signify that he could speak freely. Jeremy looked up at Allen and smiled, dimples flashing. Allen couldn’t help but smile back.
“How has my son been treating you, Jeremy?”
Jeremy blushed . H e hadn’t expected this particular question. “Very well, sir.”
“He wants you to work as his personal assistant. Do you want to take this position?”
Allen didn’t want to hear the usual slave answer of ‘I want whatever my Master wants .”
“He honors me by offering his trust. I promise to do my best not to let him down, sir.”
Allen even liked Jeremy’s voice. He glanced at Evan who seemed to be taking a ridiculous amount of pride in Jeremy’s behavior. Then he really thought about that for a minute. Jeremy had been feral. Evan had accomplished teaching him this polished behavior in less than two months. Allen swallowed back some bile as he pictured Evan punishing Jeremy.
“You behave beautifully; after only a few weeks. How did that happen?”
Jeremy tilted his head and thought for a moment. He met Allen’s gaze and s miled again, “Evan has done me both tremendous honor and favor by bringing me into his household. Another man was in the process of buying me before he intervened. A cruel man who hurt me so badly at the auction house that I’m lucky to be here today fully healed and unimpaired. Evan spared me and my entire family a lifetime of pain, humiliation and sorrow. If I behave well for him, it is because it is my most urgent desire to bring credit to him in any way possible. I owe him more than can ever possibly be repaid. It is my greatest desire to be flawless in his service, sir.”
Allen blinked at Jeremy’s candor. He looked at Evan and caught him looking at Jeremy fondly. He looked at Jeremy like he used to look at Justin. He stared hard at Evan until Evan felt the weight of his forward.
“Evan…you both have to conceal this affection you obviously have for one another. You know that I’m not going to report it, but you really have to work on your act.”
Evan blushed and looked down. Jeremy grinned over at him and then fell back into impassive slave mode. Evan watched him and composed his face. As Allen watched they fell into Master/slave masks and he nodded approvingly. “I see you can do it when you want to. Well, Evan, I am going to recommend your full
Instead of going through the reception area, Evan went further down the hallway to the private door to Allen’s office that led directly into the corridor and tapped lightly before opening it. He entered and Jeremy promptly dropped the mat he carried and knelt, not in presentation mode this time, but in formal ly , knees together, back straight, hands clasped in front of him, head bowed. He had practiced this move secretly until he accomplished it with fluid grace. He centered himself and monitored his breathing. Adrenalin flooded him because he knew that Evan considered it vital that their supposed relationship be accepted so that he could go back to work. Right now, all he had to do was be the picture of beauty and obedience.
*****
At Allen’s gesture, Evan sat on the couch, while Jeremy remained kneeling upright. Allen swallowed hard as he took in the size and physical attractiveness of the young man kneeling next to his son. When Evan mentioned that he knew Jeremy from Stanford, Allen
had pictured a slight, wiry, average looking man, maybe with glasses. Jeremy stunned him. Evan had also spent a fortune dressing him apparently, all to good effect. Having no idea how to proceed, Allen looked askance at Evan. “Can I speak with him?”
*****
Evan, surprised, went through the Master/Slave gestural vocabulary mentally, afraid he wouldn’t remember what to do. He breathed a sigh of relief when he remembered. He leaned sideways and tapped Jeremy on the shoulder, to look up and brushed his thumb across Jeremy’s lower lip to signify that he could speak freely. Jeremy looked up at Allen and smiled, dimples flashing. Allen couldn’t help but smile back.
“How has my son been treating you, Jeremy?”
Jeremy blushed . H e hadn’t expected this particular question. “Very well, sir.”
“He wants you to work as his personal assistant. Do you want to take this position?”
Allen didn’t want to hear the usual slave answer of ‘I want whatever my Master wants .”
“He honors me by offering his trust. I promise to do my best not to let him down, sir.”
Allen even liked Jeremy’s voice. He glanced at Evan who seemed to be taking a ridiculous amount of pride in Jeremy’s behavior. Then he really thought about that for a minute. Jeremy had been feral. Evan had accomplished teaching him this polished behavior in less than two months. Allen swallowed back some bile as he pictured Evan punishing Jeremy.
“You behave beautifully; after only a few weeks. How did that happen?”
Jeremy tilted his head and thought for a moment. He met Allen’s gaze and s miled again, “Evan has done me both tremendous honor and favor by bringing me into his household. Another man was in the process of buying me before he intervened. A cruel man who hurt me so badly at the auction house that I’m lucky to be here today fully healed and unimpaired. Evan spared me and my entire family a lifetime of pain, humiliation and sorrow. If I behave well for him, it is because it is my most urgent desire to bring credit to him in any way possible. I owe him more than can ever possibly be repaid. It is my greatest desire to be flawless in his service, sir.”
Allen blinked at Jeremy’s candor. He looked at Evan and caught him looking at Jeremy fondly. He looked at Jeremy like he used to look at Justin. He stared hard at Evan until Evan felt the weight of his forward.
“Evan…you both have to conceal this affection you obviously have for one another. You know that I’m not going to report it, but you really have to work on your act.”
Evan blushed and looked down. Jeremy grinned over at him and then fell back into impassive slave mode. Evan watched him and composed his face. As Allen watched they fell into Master/slave masks and he nodded approvingly. “I see you can do it when you want to. Well, Evan, I am going to recommend your full
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