Penance (Devout Trilogy #3) - Lesli Richardson Page 0,11

soon, boy,” he whispers.

My cock surges, pressing against my trousers.

Yes, I’m sure I will.

Olivia finally returns just before the program begins, but Elsbeth and Stan switch places with the couple supposed to be on her other side. That means Olivia’s attention is completely fixated on Elsbeth and their conversation. I literally could be anyone sitting here and she wouldn’t know it.

Perfect.

As I’m told, I excuse myself and return to the locker room, to the same stall.

Moments later, Daniel joins me and slips inside when I admit him.

He wastes no time fucking me, but he reaches around and grabs my cock before he comes. “Get it quick, boy,” he orders.

I do. With my hands braced against the wall, he pumps my cock and I blow all over the tile in front of me while he finishes inside me. As I stand there catching my breath, he carefully untangles from me to wash his hands off before cleaning up and tucking in. Then he helps me wipe up the tile, and checks me over for stray cum spatter.

When we finish that, he smiles and kisses me. “You go out first. I’ll be right there.”

I head out.

Olivia didn’t so much as notice my absence. She’s barely touched her food, either. At some point, she did end up with a glass of wine, so I signal to a waiter to bring her another one just before she’s about to finish the first.

Yes, I’m sneaky. I totally admit it.

Daniel returns a few minutes later, his cell in his hand, the implication clear. “Sorry about that. Where were we?”

He drops me a wink that I know no one else saw.

Later that night, once Olivia’s softly snoring in her bed from the three glasses of wine she consumed, I go downstairs and text Daniel that I’m free to talk.

My phone rings almost immediately. “You were perfect tonight, boy.”

I feel the blush rise in my cheeks. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Any problems with Olivia?”

“Not a one.” I make a mental note to add more of her favorite wine to our supply to keep her conveniently complacent.

“Excellent. Here’s Liam. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Sir.”

Liam comes on the line. “It’s late, and I’m yawning, so I’ll make this quick. Love you, baby.”

I wish I was in their arms right now. “Love you, too, Master.”

As I make my way back upstairs to my own room, I remember to stage one of Olivia’s vibrators next to her. After doing that, I also remove my tie and leave it draped over the back of her bedroom chair.

She’ll be in a good mood because of making in-roads with Elsbeth and won’t look too closely at her memories of getting home.

If she even has any.

And as I fall asleep in my bed, my mind churns, once again trying to find an easy escape hatch I might have missed. I suppose, short of killing my father and Olivia, I will endure some variation of Hell before earning my freedom.

No, I’m not going to kill either of them. Jeez. My father might be a sociopathic murderer, but I’m not.

I am, however, very patient.

Somehow, some way, I will gain my freedom. Because I want to spend the rest of my life with Liam and Daniel, and that’s not something I thought I’d be able to say even a few months ago.

Especially since I wasn’t entirely sure in the beginning if Daniel even liked me, or if he was just using me for revenge against Liam.

Chapter Four

Then — Eight Months Ago

It’s a miserably cold early-February morning, dark and sleeting right now. I forgot my gloves, and Olivia took the car today, so the walk from my Uber into the building is brutal.

I’m still trying to fumble my way through everything that’s happening right now. I don’t mean just my personal situation with Liam and Daniel—I mean being a US senator. I feel like I’m in way over my head. Thankfully, Daniel allows Liam to counsel and mentor me for work, and Liam does. That’s helped a lot.

Especially since personally, my life is a crazy jumble that keeps me mentally off-balance. There are times Daniel orders me to the hideaway at a moment’s notice. Like he’s watching my schedule and knows exactly when I’ll be free.

I’ve already pissed off minority leadership by voting with the Dems several times, but I was far from the only GOP senator who broke ranks and did so.

When my father called me last week to scream at me, I let him rant until I told him that