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Nicolas grinned. “Peeking at porn?”
I blushed. “Well, particularly since you tied me up and flogged me that first time. I want to have some idea what I’ve gotten myself into, Sir.”
Nicolas settled down beside me and kissed my chest. “Ryan, as far as the relationship is concerned, you are the only man for me. You serve me as my boy, but you are also a truly amazing man. I want to see you grow old with me, and I want to fight with you in the old folks’ home. I’ve had none of those thoughts at all when I look at Taylor.”
I rubbed my hand over my Master’s bald head. His words felt good. I whispered, “Thank you.”
Next, Nicolas asked a question that caused me to clench my jaw one more time. “What would you think if I wanted to play with Taylor?”
“Have you asked him about it?”
Nicolas’ tongue swept in a small circle around my nipple. “I’ve said nothing at all about it to Taylor. Our work together has been completely innocent. He did mention that he thought you were handsome. I agreed, and then we started talking about galleries again.”
I moaned in a low guttural tone, but I kept my mental focus on the conversation. “I trust you, Sir. I’ve trusted you with so much already. I don’t have any logical reasons to stop trusting you now.”
“That’s not an answer to my question.” In his role as my Master, Nicolas was increasingly concerned about specificity in my speech. He said that I tended to deflect the conversation when complex topics arose. I thought it was an inherited trait from my mother. I ran the specific question back in my head.
“I want to be there, Sir.”
Nicolas raised his head and looked deep into my eyes. “Did you say you want to be there?”
“I want to be present when you play with Taylor, Sir. I think it will be okay then, and I don’t want any confusion about what happens.”
Nicolas walked his fingers down the trail in the center of my abs. “Do you want to participate?”
My breath froze for a moment. I hadn’t contemplated that possibility, but I knew the correct answer to the question. “It’s your choice, Sir.”
Nicolas smiled. He said the phrase I loved. It was the phrase I lived to hear every day. “Good boy, Ryan.” I beamed, and his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my boxers. He wrapped his fingers around my hard cock, and my back stiffened. I arched and dug my fingers into the cushions. I was ready to bring waves of pleasure to my Master.
