“Yes.”
“I guess that makes sense for…” he stalls again. His habit of not finishing his sentences irritates the fuck out of me.
“For what?” I ask, unable to resist.
“For when he, um…”
I count to three and yank another strip from the base of my balls. My skin is a forest razed by fire, every pore crying out in agony and pain.Yes,the demons say,more.
“For when he fucks me?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Are you thinking about fucking me, Anthony?” I purr, as my finger drifts across my chest and plucks at one of my nipple rings. I shouldn’t be touching myself like this. I really need to be bred.
“What? No.”
I smile. I have too much fun sometimes. “That’s good because if Master sees you even look at me wrong, he’ll cut off your balls.” That’s patentlynottrue. The men look at me all the time, but they never touch. Master finds their fascination amusing, as do I.
“I wouldn’t,” Anthony stammers. “I haven’t.”
“I saw you looking at me in the shower just this morning.” Maybe he was watching me. Maybe he was just doing his surveillance duties. Who’s to say?
“I’m not gay,” Anthony states adamantly.
“You don’t have to be gay to fuck a man.”
“Pretty sure that’s the definition of gay.”
“To be gay, there’s an element of sexual attraction or romantic interest, but you can fuck a man out of spite or anger or simply because there are no wet pussies available.” Or on a dare, I think bitterly.
I see him shaking his head through the gap in the open door. He finds my crassness amusing and perhaps also surprising. People think that because I submit to Master so readily that I will be meek with them too.
“Are you gay?” he asks.
I’ve wrestled with my sexuality long enough to know that I don’t know what I am. I like being dominated by Valentin Fortuna. I’m also sexually attracted to him, but more so in the context where he takes charge. His authority turns me on and makes me want to serve and obey. He’s kind and considerate in his own way, but he is seldomnice, and if he were a “nice guy,” I might not be interested in him at all.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly.
“The things you and the boss do seem pretty fucking gay to me.”
This makes me cackle.Pretty fucking gay.If Master heard Anthony right now, he’d die laughing. Anthony’s phone rings a moment later, and I know from his deferent tone that it’s my Master.
“Is he all right?” I ask as soon as Anthony ends the call. I’m standing in the doorway between our rooms wearing my silk robe.
“He wanted me to tell you that he’s fine and that he wants you in position to serve when he gets home, that the other men will be stationed outside, except for me. And that you’ll be getting a reward.”
I smile like the cat that ate the canary, ate the whole fucking aviary. “Well, it looks like it’s going to be an exciting night for both of us,Anthony.”
When Master returns home,I’m waiting to receive him on my velvet pillow. My posture is impeccable, my hair is brushed and glossy, and my skin is soft and silky to the touch. Anthony hovers in the kitchen, trying not to watch the intimate exchange between us as I worship Master’s hand and demonstrate my obedience. Master notices Anthony’s skittishness and asks, “What’s the matter with you?”
Anthony’s eyes cut away from him to glance at me again. “Yourschiavotold me if I look at him, you’ll cut off my balls.”
Fucking snitch, I want to scream at him in a sudden rage.If that stupid fucking cunt just messed up my reward, I am going to cut off his balls myself.
“Did you say that to him, Giovanni?” Master asks. He squeezes my jaw in his firm grip and forces me to look at him.
“Yes, but I was only playing,” I tell him and make my eyes go wide and innocent.
