On his knees. Blindfolded. Waiting.
He'd been kneeling on the cold stone floor long enough that his legs had gone numb, but Florian did his best not to move, not even to ease some of the pressure.
He could feel eyes watching and wondered if he'd been here long enough to hallucinate.
It was damp in Ray's cellar and Florian thought longingly of warm fires and soft blankets. Possibly, if he was good and remained as Ray had left him - back straight, head bowed, hands resting lightly on his thighs - he might be freed soon. Perhaps he'd even be allowed some clothing.
"You're not losing interest are you?" Ray's voice was stern, but with a hint of amusement. He was close. So close. Florian imagined that he could reach out. . .
But he wouldn't. Ray would be disappointed in him. The very thought made Florian want to weep. Instead, he straightened his back, careful to keep his head down and his hands relaxed.
"Better." Ray rewarded Florian with a brush of his hand against the back of Florian's neck. Florian couldn't stop the shiver that ran down his spine, but managed to stifle his gasp by biting down hard on his lower lip.
"None of that," Ray chided, sliding one finger over Florian's lip.
"I'm the only one allowed to make you bleed." He leaned in close and breathed next to Florian's ear. "Isn't that right?"
"Yes, master," Florian whispered, voice heavy with desire.
Ray patted his head lightly - a reward - and Florian smiled. He was still smiling when Ray walked away and left him on his knees. Blindfolded. Waiting.
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