La Maison 2: Differences (Complete: BDSM mxm)

December 7

A/N: sorry for the short delay - my computer decided to go kablooey and not let me open Word. Got a shiny new one now, so back on it. Two chapters to make up for it.

Trigger warning here - there is reference to historical sexual abuse and rape in this chapter

Ellis

I can hear Sir on the phone in his den as I pause in the entrance hall. He hasn't closed the door, but I know he thinks I'm asleep upstairs, as that's all I've been doing since the session yesterday, and I know equally well that I'll be punished for eavesdropping if he catches me.

"I know, Gray, but I have to do something. His mother physically and emotionally abused him." Okay, so doctor patient confidentiality goes out of the window when your Dom is in the room, clearly.

".........." He's listening to Gray for a long time. I look at the clock on the wall. It's late there, but I know Sir and Gray always talk things through.

"Thanks for that. I'll think about it. Anyway, what happened to your voice? That London weather give you a cold?"

".........."

"Mon Dieu, Gray. Why the hell didn't you say?! Poor Amir! I can't believe it. How is Liam?"

".........."

"I understand, mon ami, try to get some rest. Amir will need you to be strong for him."

Sir hangs up and I go to sneak back up the stairs when I hear his voice.

"Ellis, come in here." I go and stand in front of him, ashamed. I can't even do something like this right. Eavesdropping isn't just forbidden for subs, even regular people can usually manage not to break such obvious social expectations. My punishment will be bad for this and I shift uncomfortably, as my back is still sore.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I begin, but he holds a hand up to stop me.

"We'll worry about that in a moment. I want to talk to you and there is a lot to think about. Master Gray has suffered a loss. The submissive of his close friend has died in a car accident. He is suffering, I suspect, so I am going to need you to be on your very best behavior in time for his return." I nod, I can't bear to think of Gray suffering in that way, as I know he is very close to those English friends of his. "I need to think about how we're going to deal with your bad behavior, Ellis. Strip, and stand in the corner, to attention."

I do as he says quickly. I want him to know I can be good, even as the dull light of shame passes over me. I can't bear the idea that he may decide I'm too much trouble, might send me away and replace me with someone who'll be better for him. He leaves me there a long time, tapping away at his computer, leaving the room a few times. Ignoring me. I don't know how long, but my muscles are complaining from holding the stiff stance of attention.

"Pet, come. Kneel." I go to him, slightly unsteadily, forcing my joints to obey as I drop in front of him. He strokes his fingers through my hair and I settle against his hands, finally a feeling of warmth passing through me.

"You need to do better, Pet," he says sternly and I stiffen at the words.

"I know, I'm sorry, Sir."

"No more of that, Pet. From now on you'll call me Master, at all times." Master? I normally only call him that when we're playing or in the club. I can do it though, if it's what he wants.

"Yes, Master."

"And I've been taking it too easy on you. You've been hiding things from me," I flush at the true accusation, "you've been back chatting, and you are losing respect for me-,"