A hand lifted my head back up.
Mr. S. was different like that. When it was just the two of us, he wanted to see my eyes. He wanted to see deep into my soul like I had my own secrets to hide. I didn’t have anything to hide, since he owned me.
“Why didn’t we get to see this treasure last year?” another asked, smoke spilling from his lips as he did so and swirling my way.
Mr. S pinched my chin, a tiny bit harder than necessary as he tilted my head this way and that. Like he was examining every speck of my skin, to make sure there were no imperfections.
“I wasn’t ready to share my favorite toy. Plus, we had a great time with the ones that were here at all of our disposables.”
I assumed that was right after I got here, or maybe even that night.
“Such a shame you hid this one away, Senator.”
Did that name mean what I thought it did? Would it even matter if that was just the case?
Chapter 6
Despite the warning to try my best to stay out of the light, that was exactly what I was. I was the main entertainment. Well, all of us boys were, but I seemed to be the center of it all.
Each of us was given orders. Erik was to serve drinks, and Will was to be of service, being told to stay at a certain mark on the floor. The naked one was to move around the room, letting men turn him on. The other boys were either kneeling, ready to be seen and used, or already being used by men in some sort of fashion.
Me? I was at Mr. S’s side the entire time. His arm was either around my hips, keeping me close, or I was to sit on his lap if he was sitting.
I was the desire of everyone’s needs.
Although every person who came up to Mr. S, their eyes constantly trailed over my form, and some sick comment would come out of their mouth. It took everything in me to keep my face blank, to not give a single thought or feeling away.
I didn’t let my eyes look at others. I kept them on Mr. S. Mostly, other than not wanting to upset the man who could kill me, I didn’t want to see the torment of the other boys. It was bad enough I could hear some of them cry in pain.
“Mr. S, sir?” Carson addressed him from in front of me.
“Yes?” I could hear the unveiled answer from Mr. S as his hand slid up my leg once again, pushing the dress higher up and giving the crowd a tease.
“Your boy has not had anything to drink tonight.”
“Very well. I can’t have him unwell.” Mr. S snapped his fingers, and instantly one of the boys was there, a tray of wine at the ready. “You may go.”
I glanced at him quickly as dipped his head, his own eyes bouncing to me for a moment before they dropped and he turned his back on us.
“I think he wanted to play with your pet, Senator.”
“He’ll get his chance later.” Mr. S snatched a bottle of water and a wine glass from the server boy before handing me the wine. “Drink, boy.”
Doing as told, I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose as the bubbles ran up the back of my throat. At that, the men around me laughed, amused at my expense.
“Drink it all.”
I sighed without a noise, doing as instructed. Once it was gone, Mr. S took the glass, setting it aside. His fingers grazed against my own, causing my entire body to shiver, despite the stifling heat that was slowly filling the room.
“I think it’s time to move things along, don’t you fellas?” There was a round of agreements. “Open, boy.”
Keeping my gaze on my lap, I opened my mouth. Something small was set on my tongue, and I waited until the order to swallow came my way. Then, the water was handed to me, and I drank as much as I could before handing it back.
“No fighting? The last one had.”
“This one isn’t like that. He’ll do whatever I wish of him. Isn’t that right, dolly?”
“Yes, Sir. Whatever you wish, I shall do it to the best of my abilities.” My answer was automatic.
