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Elliot had spoken to me alone last night, wanting to make sure I fully understood what was about to happen.

I did understand, and I was afraid. But also, I couldn’t wait.

“He’s a moody, changeable man, Sesto,” Elliot had told me.

“Thank you, Lord Elliot. I will do my best to please His Lordship.”

“I have no doubt you’ll please him. Will it make you happy?”

I must have been blushing. “I think so, Lord Elliot. I’d like to obey His Lordship as I obey you.”

“Naked and on your knees?”

My stomach had tightened, and my cheeks had burned. “Yes, Lord Elliot.”

Serving the omegas had been a tantalizing joy. I couldn’t be sure, but I wondered if serving His Lordship could feel even better.

I slept in Elliot’s arms that night, in their large bed with all the other omegas. It had been the sweetest night of sleep I’d ever had. When I woke up, I lay cuddled in Elliot’s lap, and he was petting my belly. His hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks, and he was slowly rocking against me.

I waited for him to order me to suck it or to put my fingers inside him, but he didn’t.

“Let’s have breakfast together, little omega.”

“Yes, Lord Elliot.”

I wasn’t supposed to be working before one o’clock. Raphael called downstairs for breakfast and had it brought to the sunroom. The omegas put on casual clothes, loose pants and open tunics and shirts, and went to the sunroom, where the table was set with covered dishes. Nobody told me to dress. I stayed naked as Elliot led me by the hand. It was strange to eat with them instead of serving them, but Elliot drew me into his lap, petted me, and fed me pieces of sweet pastry from his hand. He ordered me to lick his fingers and praised me when I did.

Angelo watched me, smiling. “I like you naked while we’re all clothed. It seems fitting somehow.”

I didn’t say anything since he hadn’t asked a question.

Elliot put a finger under my chin, making me meet his gaze. “You like it, too, don’t you, Sesto?”

“Yes, Lord Elliot.”

“Why do you like it?”

I didn’t know. It just felt right. “I’m at your service, Lord Elliot. I want to please you.”

Raphael leaned over the table and caressed my hand. “You’re pleasing us immensely, dear Sesto.”

Blushing, I snuggled deeper into Elliot’s hold. He kissed my forehead, and something fluttered in my chest. I was happy.

“Let’s get you ready, sweetie,” Elliot said. “Heath is coming today.”

After breakfast, they led me to the bathroom. Brooks and Raphael got into the shower stall with me and touched me everywhere, and I was hard and wet, my nipples tight peaks and my balls tight. I was salivating, craving to kneel and suck and lick, but they wouldn’t let me pleasure them. Instead, they dried me off and massaged my skin with a perfume-free lotion.

Angelo and Meo dressed me in flowery pink lace that caressed my balls, cock, and nipples in the most exciting way. They tied a pink bow around my neck and sprinkled rose petals on the bed.

I lay in the middle of the big bed, the perfume of roses pungent in the air, blending with the scent of my desire, and they surrounded me. They were all naked.

They petted me and kissed my skin, but didn’t touch my cock or ass, and I writhed for them. The lace was getting damp over my ass.

Angelo kissed me on the lips and held my gaze.

“He’s coming. I can hear his steps.”

My heart thrummed against my ribs. I was afraid, and I’d never been so aroused in my life.