Chapter 5

“Where are you?”

Master counters the question with one of his

own. “What if I said I can’t make it tonight?”

Discouragement floods Stefan—he wants arms

around him, kisses across his brow, someone else’s fingers in him

for once. Is that asking too much? “Why not?” he asks. It sounds

like an accusation but he doesn’t care. “I’m waiting—”

“Good boy,” Master says.

“What?” Stefan asks, confused. Then it

hits him and he has to ask, “Is this some sort of game to you?” The

thought angers him—what if this guy is laughing right now because

he got Stefan so worked up just waiting for him to show? “Don’t

fuck with me, Master.”

A lengthy silence stretches between them and

Stefan fights the urge to apologize. He listens to Master’s breath,

tries to imagine what might be going on behind those crystal clear

eyes. It seems like forever before Master finally speaks. “This is

not a game,” he says, and Stefan believes him. “It’s a test. I’ve