A Master's Fidelity (Ganymede Quartet Book 2.5) by Darrah Glass Read Free Book Online

sleeve. Martin knew very well what it was like to want someone who didn’t want you back, though in his own case it had all been a misunderstanding and Henry had come around in the end. He wouldn’t be doing the same for Tom, though, not unless Henry wanted it, and in all honesty he couldn’t imagine Henry ever wanting such a thing.
    Peter came to stand by Martin and handed him the gin bottle. Martin took a little sip and let it sit in his mouth, stinging his tongue.
    “Tom’s going to be so disappointed if you don’t play,” Peter remarked. “But I think you’re right, and Mr. Blackwell isn’t going to want to share.”
    It was just the two of them and their masters in the room now, everyone else having passed through to the real party.
    Mr. Briggs was saying, “…maybe he thought you'd have changed your mind about swapping by now. If he'd have asked me , I'd have told him not to invite you. No one needs you being all judgmental, Henry. We’re not doing anything wrong.”
    Scowling, Henry drained his glass. “I’m not being judgmental ,” he insisted. “Just because I don't want to share Martin doesn't mean I care what the rest of you do with your slaves.”
    Mr. Briggs did not seem to believe this and flapped a dismissive hand in Henry’s direction.
    The connecting door opened and Mr. DeWitt leaned into the room. “Are you two coming?” There were shouts and laughter behind him.
    Mr. Briggs turned in his chair and said, “Just a few more minutes, I think.”
    “What about you, Henry?” Mr. DeWitt asked. “Don't you want to come in?”
    “He doesn't share,” Mr. Briggs hurried to say. “You remember that, right?”
    Mr. DeWitt waved this off as if it were of no consequence. “Come in and see,” he encouraged. “Just bring your slave and get in here.”
    Henry stood unsteadily, and Martin could see instantly that he was much drunker than he would have anticipated. Guiltily, Martin felt he had been negligent in looking after him, too busy being flattered by Tom’s desperate seduction.
    Mr. Briggs seemed concerned, too. He put his hand on Henry’s arm and said, “Henry. Maybe you should just go home.”
    Henry shook off Mr. Briggs’ hand. “No, I want to see. Martin, come here. You, too, Peter.”
    Martin went, but as slowly as he dared, full of dread. His ears were ringing, hands numb, heart pounding. Henry, defiant, was in a staring contest with Mr. Briggs, his cheeks red. He looked over at Martin and his face relaxed into a smile, but this only made Martin feel more desperate, unsure what the smile meant.
    Peter passed through the door behind Mr. Briggs. Martin paused at the threshold, panicked and balking. He wanted to somehow take a moment alone with Henry, to remonstrate with him about this decision, about swapping. Did Henry really want this? Wasn’t Martin good enough? He would do anything for the other masters that Henry asked, anything at all, and he would neither complain nor hesitate to give good service, but he didn’t want Stuart or Tom or any of the others to lay a hand on Henry. He wanted desperately to bargain, except he had nothing to bargain with. He couldn’t ask Henry for fidelity; it wasn’t his right, and it reflected badly on Ganymede for him to show such possessiveness
    Mr. DeWitt ushered them inside. This was a game room of some sort with a card table in the center. All of Martin’s friends were naked, all beautiful and fit and aroused—except for sulking Julian, who seemed indifferent to the scene. At the center of the action, Tom was naked on his back on the table, his knees up and his long, silky hair cascading over the edge of the tabletop. He had more chest hair than Martin would have guessed, and more hair on his legs, very black against his white skin. His cock was a nice one, as he had claimed. Martin imagined it would feel good to be fucked with such a cock, but it probably wouldn’t feel better than being fucked by Henry.
    Dick stood between Tom’s