Dasan inclines his head. “Yes. Miles?”
He smiles. “Yes. I’m Master Miles. Do you prefer Master Dasan or just Dasan?”
Dasan looks at me. “That depends. Who calls me master?”
Miles looks between us. “What does your boy call you?”
“My omega calls me alpha,” Dasan answers.
Miles smiles. “Very well.” He turns to the group, standing at Dasan’s other side and gesturing toward them. “This is MasterMason with his boy Nika. Master Emmett with his boy Harvey. That there is Master Remy and Master Rory who are with their boy Esmond today. Master Alder is with his boy Caelum today. And that sweet little thing is my boy Benji. This is Alpha Dasan and his omega, Shively. They’re visiting us from Canada.”
“Are there no meet-ups in Canada, sir?” Benji asks, tilting his head to the side as he studies us.
“I’m sure there are, but they’ve chosen to honor us with their company. That’s kind of them, isn’t it, boy?”
Benji nods, offering us a sweet smile. “Yes, sir. It is.”
Miles offers us a seat. Dasan pulls me along, taking the pillow from the chair and setting it on the ground at his feet when he sits. I drop to my knees, facing him at an angle, my cheeks burning. Holy fuck. There are people seeing this!
A buzzer goes off in the other room, and one of the other boys jumps to their feet. “Excuse me, sir,” he tells his alpha. Or… master.
“Go ahead, boy.”
“Why don’t you help Caelum finish the meal?” Emmett says to the giant Harvey.
“Yes, sir,” Harvey answers and gets to his feet. He flashes me a smile as he follows Caelum.
“I think that’s a great idea,” one of the other masters says, the one who shares his boy with another master. Their names began with R, I think. “How about all our boys file into the kitchen to help Caelum?”
Their boy gets to his feet, nodding as he says, “Yes, sir,” and follows. The other two follow, then all eyes are on me. I tense.
Dasan’s hand lands on the back of my neck. I look up at him, and his smile calms me a little. “Go ahead,” he says quietly, gently squeezing the back of my neck. He leans down when I hesitate and murmurs, “You’re safe here, Shiv. Look there.” Ifollow the nod of his head to find a basket filled with phones. “Our privacy is safe.”
I take a breath and let it out as I get to my feet. “Yes… Alpha?”
Dasan smiles and nods. “Correct. No sirs for me. Only for the other masters.”
I nod. I think that means I’m supposed to use that when they address me. Keeping my eyes down so I don’t have to try that, I head for the door the others left through and follow their voices and laughter until I find the kitchen.
My presence makes them pause as they watch me. God, this is weird.
I’m relieved when I’m met with a series of big smiles. “Hi,” Harvey says as he waves me over. I join them at the counter, and for a second, I see that three of the five are wearing collars. I glance at the other two, one of which was the first boy who jumped up when the buzzer sounded.
“We’re not owned,” Caelum says, obviously noting where I’m looking.
“Owned,” I repeat.
“Yes. We don’t have a committed dom. We’re… single, I suppose.”
“Oh.” I’m keenly aware of the absence of a collar around my neck right now. What does it mean that I don’t have one?
“My master says that you’re a new sub,” the one with Miles says. Was his name Ben or something?
I nod.
“That’s cool. What kinds of things do you do? What kind of sub are you?”
“Uh… I don’t know how to answer that.”
