I stared down at the courtyard and could feel the phantom hit from his spell on my face, leaving my nose tingling a bit.
Letting out a puff of breath, I knew I had to ask him for help.
The full moon wasn’t high in the sky yet, which meant it was still early in the night. Most of the masters wouldn’t have retired for the evening, though it would be close.
If I didn’t do this now, I wasn’t going to be able.
I would completely chicken out in short order.
Still wearing the dusty, grimy clothes, I marched back out of my apartments—hoping just a little that Elex would appear on my walk and stop me—and headed down the hall to the stairway.
Master Dorian was in the other wing and down two floors. He was the only master on the floor, and the door was at the end of the hall.
He had picked this on purpose. The hallway was intimidating. Shoes echoed as they hit the marble, and the doors at the end loomed over the visitors, seeming to grow larger as I approached.
My stomach turned to butterflies. I did my best to ignore them. Swallowing, both the horrible taste of bile and my pride, I knocked on the door.
It was a dull thud through the thick wood, but I had to hope it was enough to catch his attention.
Nothing happened. I heard shuffling, but that was it.
After two full minutes, I lifted my hand to knock again.
“Come!”
It was shouted from a distance behind the door.
Rude, really. I didn’t want to be there either.
The door pushed open easily, and I entered the parlor to Master Dorian’s apartments. It looked exactly like I had expected—too many curtains, too many pillows, uncomfortable looking chaise lounges, no tables, too few lamps and no open windows.
Stuffy. Overdone.
Like him.
Master Dorian, though, wasn’t in the room. He didn’t come striding in pissed at me, either.
I stood in the room for a moment and figured that since the invitation had come from so far into the apartments, I was going to have to search him out.
Careful to keep my steps quiet, I crossed the parlor to the doorway on the other side.
There were more noises, louder now, but I couldn’t make out what they were. It sounded vaguely like wrestling, or maybe boxing, but neither was quite right.
Clearing the doorway, I stepped into the living area.
And regretted every decision I’d ever made in my entire life that brought me there at that moment.
Kneeling in front of the impressively naked master was an incredibly good-looking, ripped back and taut ass, topped with brown-blond hair that bobbed up and down.
Giving him head.
Master Dorian was seated on the lap of another man. His hips were thrusting forward and back.
Driving his cock into the kneeling man’s mouth.
His hips’ undulations were sensual and erotic, and even while he rocked, he also drove up and down on the other man’s lap.
Driving the cock in his ass deeper.
