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Taking a deep drag, I watch as Romain turns to stare at us over his shoulder, visibly calculating the time. It’s as if he wants to ask: can I still turn around and run in the other direction?
“Yes, you can,” I whisper through the exhaled smoke, smiling at his tremor.
“Can we chase him down now?” Someone asks.
I shake my head and take another drag. “Nah, give him some time. Let him figure out first where the party’s taking place.”
“Plenty of choice,” another brother chuckles.
“That’s right.” I watch Romain running back, keeping his distance from us as he goes for the other direction of the large reception hall, where he heads for the South Wing.
Clever boy.
I take in another drag, and let him turn around the corner. Then I pass back the nearly finished cigarette to one of my brothers and push myself from the door. “C’est parti.”
The five of us leisurely stroll through the high-ceilinged hall and move in the same direction as Romain just took. Around us, more brothers are dotted around. Two here, another three against the other side of the wall. Watching. Someone screams, and we snicker.
“Looks like the other participant has made his way inside as well,” one of my rogue brothers hums. I recognize his voice as one of the Deveraux twins, and grin his way. I like Louis and Arthur.
We reach the other side of the hall and open the old, stained glass doors that portray a weeping Mary, and enter the South Wing. The offices of the Alpha Fraternarii are situated in this section of the castle that is closed to the public.
Romain won’t be able to find his way here.
If that doesn’t make my cock fill with wicked desire. There’s just something about him…from his sweet demeanour to his sharp tongue, the way his defense crumbles quickly under my coaxing words, only for him to reveal his true, submissive need. A need I crave. I need him close, need him to tell me about his stars and planets and how they trace different shapes, need to catch that dreamy stare in those blue, wandering eyes.
Always pretending. Always thinking. Always hiding.
Not for me anymore, mon chat.
We start to make our way further into the labyrinth of narrow corridors. Paintings portraying the past dot the walls as we get closer into the heart of the forbidden wing. From here, I can already hear the peculiarly sonorous sound of the gong, chasing the rhythm of soft piano tones.
“The party has already started,” I hum. My dick fills further, making my erection strain against my boxer briefs. Our fleeting touch from before is not enough. I hunger for more of Romain, yet fear that more will never be enough.
Will his mind be able to set his body free? Will it allow him to be used the way he truly needs to be used?
I think of the little surprise I set up for him earlier at the party. It’s something we’ve never done before, but something I’ve always wanted to do with him. Rather than the basket with the pillows he was always so fond of, this gift is one that will be perfect for Romain’s slender wrists and ankles.
Sliding my tongue over my golden tooth, I walk into the room. It’s dark here, in the office of the brotherhood, the place decorated to ensure we have an unforgettable event tonight.
Burning incense leaves delicate shapes of smoke, wrapping our environment into a woodsy, earthy fog. It’s too warm for the fireplace to be lit, but the old piece of furniture has been adorned with candles in all shapes and sizes. The torches have not followed us inside, most likely due to safety reasons, but when I steal a glance outside, I catch sight of them, planted into the ground of the inner court. They give the flowers an eerie glow.
Inside, the place is slowly filling with more brothers. I recognize Elder Jacques who stands talking to two other Elders, the white fur stitched to the edges of their cloaks proof of their status. Further inside, with his back against the wall, stands Jeff, one of my guys from the family. He’s not a student, has failed miserably in pretending to be one, and is here to execute my orders flawlessly. He’s the only one in the room wearing an identical golden mask to myself. I look at him, only to find his eyes already on mine, sending me a single, short jerk of his chin before he pushes himself off the wall and slowly comes my way. He lights a cigarette, hands it to me, then gives me another one of those silent acknowledgments to an unspoken order.
Taking a deep drag, I watch him head toward the exit of the room where he will search for my chosen one, who seems to have lost his way to his party. My guy is one of the best. He will find Romain no matter where he’s hiding. And bring him here.
I turn my gaze back toward the center of the room, where a comfortable looking leather seat stands. Around it, hanging from long, smooth and twisted wooden branches, hangs the equipment. Pure golden cuffs are waiting to meld around Romain’s limbs, where they’ll hold him snug while he’ll sag back into the leather swing. Oh, I’ll make him fly by the time I’ve got him there, presented to me like the precious gift he has always been. Sensual and scowling, proud and tortured by pleasure, so fierce it will make him burn when I finally let him ride my dick.
I’m still revelling at the sensation those thoughts bring, when two cloaked brothers rush inside the room. They head straight for Elder Jacques and his fellowmen, gesturing wildly with their arms as soon as they’re given attention. What follows is a banging command from the Elder himself, as he booms his cane with the golden crow a few times on the massive wooden flooring. The piano stops at once, and the blindfolded musician tips up his head as if he can see.
“It seems that an uninvited guest has made his way on our land,” the Elder says. Next to me, a light flickers, illuminating the set of golden rings I carry on each of my fingers.
“Uninvited guest?” Someone asks.
“An eliminated participant?”
“No.” Elder Jacques lets his gaze dart around, and I always wonder if he knows which identity hides under the collection of brilliant shining venetian masks. “As a matter of fact, it’s a teacher.”
They all gasp at that. No teacher is a member of the Alpha Fraternarii, of that I’m sure. Unlike the board themselves, they don’t have the status.
