I felt myself on the edge. Ready to burst at any moment. I moaned into the phone. "Please, Master. I can't-"
"You may cum."
Those three words were all I needed. My body tightened, and my eyes squeezed closed as a dam broke and hot liquid spurted all over my hand. I held the phone against my ear with my shoulder, almost dropping it in the moment of release. My legs buckled beneath me as I sank to the floor.
"Thank you, Master," I murmured into the phone almost a sigh of relief.
"Perhaps, one day, we can make that little fantasy a reality," Antoine said it so matter of fact, as if he had already decided it himself. I didn't want to incur his wrath the way I had before with Piper, so I stayed silent, my breathing the only sound coming through the phone.
"I will call again." The call ended. Nothing about when he would call again only that he would. While Antoine could feel what Piper and myself were feeling, we were not given the same. This was one of those times I wished I knew what he was thinking.
Had I angered him in some way? Was the fantasy he played out supposed to be a test? And if so, had I passed or failed it?
I went about cleaning up the mess I made and quickly showered, making sure to clean any residual of my activities from my body. I didn't know why I tried to hide it. It wasn't as if Piper didn't know I masturbated. Though strangely, I hadn't caught her doing the same.
Back at the manor, she had no qualms with touching herself, even when she knew the others could hear her. Not that she had known of my abilities at that time. I doubted it would have stopped her. It was what made her restraint now so queer.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off, wrapping a towel around my waist as I entered the bedroom. My gaze darted to Piper's sleeping form. This time she had her back to the door, and her breathing was slightly erratic.
Had she heard?
Not wanting to embarrass her, I set about dressing for bed. My gaze kept moving to her back, tense and no doubt feeling my eyes on her.
If Antoine's fantasy had been a test, I had surely failed it.
I was not a homosexual man who only craved the flesh of other men. I have been with women before with Antoine and without. We have never defined our relationship as one in which we were exclusive only to each other.
However, with Piper now, it was different. Antoine was different.
He was possessive, and yet he wanted to share her with his brothers. Antoine both enjoyed her flesh and wanted me to as well. Except he seemed to be at war with himself. A war Piper and I were in the middle of.
Only time would tell if whatever was causing the conflict would resolve itself or if we would get the brunt of the backlash.
"Good night, Piper," I murmured into the room as I settled into my bed.
A slight catch of her breath told me she was indeed awake. There was silence for several heartbeats as my eyes grew heavy before a small voice replied back, "Good night, Darren."