luca goodwin;;
as soon as luca enters the room he lets his eyes settle haughtily on the naked
man in the bath, and he feels his heart and stomach sink in disappointment. he
knew, he knew that this was going to be just another bedslave role, maybe not
in name but definitely in practicality. it takes him somewhat by surprise there's
already another man in the bath with his master. he dips his head in faux respect
as the master speaks.
"i wanted to know more about you. get a look at you and see what kind of
slave you are. tell me. what do you think of my estate? and what about me?
do you like what you see?," the master says, and luca drops his eyes to
survey his master obediently, thinking for a long moment as he remains quiet.
his master is honestly not the worst looking man alive; more attractive than any
master luca has ever had, and he has a nice smile even if his intentions aren't
pure and maybe he isn't the best person or one luca would necessarily choose
to spend time with simply for the merit of his good looks but when he responds
he isn't lying. he dips his head again to reply to basil.
"i do. the manor isn't to my taste but it is, i am sure, to yours."
his voice remains steady, the voice of a highborn and not a slave, patronizing as
he then turns to look at edmund and shakes his head. he doesn't lie to him either.
"that isn't something i have experienced, no. your suggestion of such a thing
is in rather bad taste, don't you think? considering that is not my purpose. at
least," he turns to basil with a smirk, "i was told you were not purchasing me
as a bedslave." his eyes remain hard and burning with the last bits of passion
and resistance he can muster this far into slavery.
as soon as luca enters the room he lets his eyes settle haughtily on the naked
man in the bath, and he feels his heart and stomach sink in disappointment. he
knew, he knew that this was going to be just another bedslave role, maybe not
in name but definitely in practicality. it takes him somewhat by surprise there's
already another man in the bath with his master. he dips his head in faux respect
as the master speaks.
"i wanted to know more about you. get a look at you and see what kind of
slave you are. tell me. what do you think of my estate? and what about me?
do you like what you see?," the master says, and luca drops his eyes to
survey his master obediently, thinking for a long moment as he remains quiet.
his master is honestly not the worst looking man alive; more attractive than any
master luca has ever had, and he has a nice smile even if his intentions aren't
pure and maybe he isn't the best person or one luca would necessarily choose
to spend time with simply for the merit of his good looks but when he responds
he isn't lying. he dips his head again to reply to basil.
"i do. the manor isn't to my taste but it is, i am sure, to yours."
his voice remains steady, the voice of a highborn and not a slave, patronizing as
he then turns to look at edmund and shakes his head. he doesn't lie to him either.
"that isn't something i have experienced, no. your suggestion of such a thing
is in rather bad taste, don't you think? considering that is not my purpose. at
least," he turns to basil with a smirk, "i was told you were not purchasing me
as a bedslave." his eyes remain hard and burning with the last bits of passion
and resistance he can muster this far into slavery.