Master Tomlinson

3- A Surprise

When Luke woke me up for the morning chores, it took me a bit to get out of bed. I only went to bed around 2am, so I was a bit sleepy but I managed to make everyone pancakes and bacon without burning anything. It was my first time cooking for everyone and I was kind of scared that they wouldn't like what I made, but they all really liked it and it made me feel a bit more confident.

When I started doing the chores I realized that the housework is what everyone in a household should do anyway. Chores. My family all did chores in the tiny shack we had. Though this time we were all handed specific outfits and aprons when we did them or when others came over, because we were all supposed to be treated like slaves. That's what the rich men say.

"More tea please," Louis called as I walked by his office with a tray. I noticed him glance at a chair with an odd look, making me question who he was talking to.

I walked in silently and kept my head bowed once I saw a suited blonde sat in the chair, looking through an album of different party colors. He ignored me as if I wasn't there.

"I think we should do a different theme than white and navy," The man insisted, glancing at Louis as I poured him some tea. "Every year it's the same. It's time to switch it up."

I then moved to fill the mans cup, not making direct eye contact even when he perked up to watch me. Louis thanked me silently before speaking back to the man. "I doubt that the slave owner's and slaves themselves would care about the theme, Oliver. Besides, navy blue and white is the color of this house. Changing them for one night is unecessary considering that the only thing they care about is the food and the presentation," Louis said simply, taking a sip of his tea.

A party. It sounded like an annual event by the sound of it.

The blonde, now known to me as Oliver, sighed at Louis' reluctance to change the theme. "Always so stubborn." Oliver muttered to himself, closing the book. Louis hummed, "Heard that." He grinned, before looking towards me as I stood there and gathered the kettle and sugar onto the tea tray. "Dismissed."

I gave a gentle nod and I was out of the door, but was called back in not even a second later. My face turned a bright red when I almost bumped into Oliver as he left with his book, earning a look of slight annoyance. I looked down a bit to avoid him and then looked at Louis, who just smiled and rolled a little stress ball between his fingers.

"Have a seat, babe. Close the door too." Louis instructed in a calm voice, setting the ball down. I did as I was told, keeping the nickname in my mind, and took a seat. Once settled, Louis began to speak louder.

"The House of Boys holds an annual party for other slave homes and the slaves here as well," Louis explained, knowing my curiosity towards the subject. "It's a chance to let other slaves bond and chat like their Masters would at parties.. they dress up formally and have access to everything we do. It's a way of making them feel..."

"Welcomed..?" I cut in, my greens widening at the outburst before I apologized silently. Louis grinned at me, almost fondly.

"Exactly." Louis whispered to me. He stood from his desk and walked around to me slowly, sitting directly in front of me on the desk. I watched as his hand reached for mine to hold and caress, he even looked at the slight injuries I substained to see if they had healed. And then his sea blues were looking at my dark greens and it felt like he was going to ask me something, but instead I think he realized that I was his slave and that he had the right to what he wanted.

"Tomorrow night after late supper, I want you to go to your room and get dressed in the clothes I put on your bed. Alright? I've got a surprise for you."

Though the door was closed, and the slaves were outside, I couldn't see why he whispered; and that just made the surprise seem more intriguing.