Author: Keira Marcos
Word Count: 950
Series: Ties That Bind
Series Order: pre-series Interlude
Summary: Rodney learns the identity of his Courtesan Master.
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Rodney was hesitant in the doorway—a condition he rarely allowed himself. At twenty-five, he already had one PhD and was in the middle of dissertation work for two more doctorates. Men like him didn’t hesitate but Gerard de Sade was standing next to the only window in the room looking too beautiful to even exist. He cleared his throat as he pulled the door shut and watched Gerard turn to look at him.
“My apologies, Maître, for intruding. I was told to wait here…”
“You’re in the right place.” Gerard left the window and went to sit on a small couch. He threw one arm over the back of the love seat and stared at McKay. “It has been several years since we had you with us, Rodney, how does it feel to return to our house knowing what is ahead of you?”
Rodney blushed. “I am always pleased to return to our house, Maître. The invitation for further training wasn’t unexpected.”
“No, I’d think not… no Dom in our house has ever marked you.” He inclined his head. “Do you know why?”
“No, sir, I don’t. It’s not uncommon for subs to be marked after each session. The mark is designed to be added to as needed.” Rodney twisted his hands together and took in a deep breath.
“The first time you came to us—so eager and yet so afraid of your most basic needs—I claimed you as mine. I’ve monitored every minute of your pleasure training since the moment I saw you. The Doms that were given the honor of touching you, hurting you, and eventually fucking you—all of them were at my mercy should they fail in their duty to you.” Gerard’s eyes darkened with each word. “Strip.” He dropped a pillow from the couch on the floor between his feet. “Kneel.”
Rodney’s fingers shook with anticipation as he fumbled with the belt on his robe. He’d spent the last week hooded and naked—having the hood removed and a robe supplied had frankly scared the fuck out of him. He didn’t think if he’d already failed but the swift change in circumstances had been unnerving.
He exhaled sharply and settled on the pillow. His hands naturally fell to his thighs and he lowered his head. “Comment puis-je vous servir, Maître?”
“I don’t even think you understand what a pleasure it is to be in the same room with you,” Gerard murmured. “You are the epitome of what our house desires in a submissive. The work you put into maintaining your body is certainly a added bonus but it’s your desire for submission and your need for pain that makes you perfect. The Marquis himself couldn’t have asked for more than all that you are, right now, in this very moment.”
Rodney flushed. “I… thank you, Maître.”
“Over the years, you’ve received very special and often dedicated training when your peers within our house did not. Did this concern you?”
“It is not my place for such concerns. I’ve always considered each moment I’ve spent in our house a gift without price.” Rodney’s fingers curled against his skin.
Gerard moved forward and cupped Rodney’s face with a gentle but firm hand. “It is my intention to mark you, Rodney. If you are willing—we will walk the path of the Courtesan together and when you leave our house next you will wear my mark for the rest of your life.”
“I can’t be…” Rodney pulled free of his hand with a shudder. “You can’t think that I’m worthy of that, Maître. I am so very ordinary.”
Gerard laughed shortly and relaxed on the couch. “If you lie to me like that again, Rodney, you won’t sit for a week. You’ve never once in your whole fucking life thought yourself ordinary.” He reached out and trailed his fingers over the bruise on McKay’s shoulder, pressing against the skin firmly. “Besides, you’ve worn my mark for days already.”
Rodney blushed. “That was you?”
“No one else has touched you since you arrived,” Gerard murmured. “The cock you spent two hours working yourself on last night was mine.” He grinned at the vivid blush that ripped across McKay’s face. “Come, sit in my lap.” He untied his own robe and let the silk fall away.
Rodney scrambled off the pillow and into Gerard’s lap with a soft moan. “Maître.”
Gerard stroked his trembling thighs. “I always knew that you’d be mine, Rodney.” He cupped his ass and pulled him forward. “You prepared yourself?”
“Oui, Maître.” McKay curled his hands around the back of the couch as Gerard shifted under him.
“Take my cock inside you,” Gerard ordered, his voice husky but demanding.
Rodney bit down on his lip as he shifted forward and wrapped one hand around Gerard’s thick cock. He worked the head against his loosened asshole with little hitching breaths and then settled back with a shudder. No condom, he thought fleetingly and let his head fall back.
“I had us both tested for medical issues,” Gerard murmured. “For the next six months, it’ll be just you and me. You are mine to fuck until the day I mark you, Rodney. You’ll see no one but me. I’ll allow you phone conversations with your sister as time permits but that will be the extent of your contact with the outside world. Do you understand?”
“You’ll be my greatest work—my Courtesan.” Gerard wrapped one arm around McKay’s cock.
Rodney moaned softly and nodded. “Votre volonté est la mienne, Maître.”