Face Down (Fuckboy Series Book 2) (FINISHED)

Chapter Ten

Party Invite For Colton 

Party Guest - $500 7pm-1am

Colton woke up the next morning to a request from Liam. He looked around even though he knew Mason was already gone. It was five past ten so he was at work, but the smell of his cologne lingered on the sheets and blankets.

After everything that had happened at the Meet-and-Greet, he had wanted to come home, lock his door, have a good cry, and then go to sleep. But Mason wouldn’t allow that. As always, his friend wanted to make sure he was okay and had given him the comfort he had desperately needed. Later on he knew he’d need to come clean about what happened, but right now he planned on pushing it to the side and taking care of business.

Colton accepted the private request, then switched over to his inbox to read the message that Liam had left him.

“Don’t worry about wearing anything special. The party is themed so I’ll dress you. Show up at 7 sharp. We’ll get ready here and take a taxi over. Party starts at 8.”

He pounded out a quick reply, not putting much effort into it.

“See you at 7 sharp.”

Colton didn’t have anything planned today, which was great because he wasn’t feeling up to being social. But now Liam hadn’t given him much of a choice. He knew he had told him to just send him a request, but he hadn’t realized it would be this soon. Now he was forced into going out and he hated to be forced into anything. Especially when he felt like this.

Liam was lucky he hadn’t already made plans for the evening, but he guessed he’d already looked at his calendar to see if he was free. Colton would have most likely spent his entire night hanging out with Mason, but after what happened last night he didn’t really want to be confronted by him yet. Maybe Liam’s request was a blessing in disguise. He would push aside what had happened and go. It wouldn’t be hard to put a smile on his face and play the role. Over the last month he had done it a million times. Tonight would be a piece of cake.

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Later that evening, at seven o’clock sharp, Colton hit the buzzer for Liam’s condo. He was dressed in a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt with his hair slicked back and his face covered in light stubble. Even though Barrick had growled at him to shave it, he’d decided to continue his rebellious streak and hadn’t bothered.

When he was allowed in he walked to the elevator and rode it up to Liam’s floor. He was a little excited about going to the party with him. It was themed, so that might be fun and it might be a great distraction from everything else that was going on in his head. It could also be a disaster, but he had a good sense of humor so he’d be okay. Besides, he had enjoyed talking with Liam and wanted to make a good impression on him.

Colton knocked, smiling at Liam when he opened the door. “Hi.”

Liam returned his smile and stepped away from the door to let him in. “It’s nice to see you again. Thank you for coming with me tonight.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Colton replied as he followed Liam into the living room.

“I hope you don’t mind that the party is themed,” he said softly as he got a box off the desk near the bookshelf.

“Nah, I don’t mind.”

“Good,” Liam said as he handed him a box. “I figured that since you play with Damien and Emily that you’d be down for a b**m party.”

Colton took the box and frowned as he thought about what Liam had just said. Who the f**k was Damien and Emily? He was about to ask when the recognition hit him. Damien was Daddy. If Damien was Daddy, Emily had to be Kitten.

Fuck!

Why couldn’t he get the f**k away from those two? It hadn’t occurred to him at the Meet-and-Greet that since Liam knew Daddy and Kitten, it meant that he must be in the lifestyle, too. The way he spoke of Daddy using his first name was a testament to Liam’s position. He was on the same level as Daddy. Liam was a Master which meant that tonight he was his slave.

Colton sighed and lowered his eyes to the box. He popped the top open and noticed the collar sitting inside. Everything suddenly fell into place and he felt like such a f*****g i***t for not thinking about it sooner. He was the slave, and this was his collar. It would also be his attire for the evening.

“There will be rules you must follow at tonight’s event,” Liam continued as he watched Colton eye his outfit.

Of course there were rules, he thought silently. There were always rules. No matter what happened he couldn’t seem to get away from people like Daddy, Kitten, and now Liam. Knowing he would have to put the collar on, Colton pulled his shirt over his head and slipped his pants and boxer briefs off, removing every item of clothing he had on. Even though he knew very little about b**m, his expertise in porn had taught him that much.

Liam looked him over, nodding his approval before picking up the collar and putting it around his neck, taking his time buckling it in place as he spoke. “The slave rules are; you will address me as Sir or Master, you will thank me for anything I allow you to have throughout the evening, you will keep your eyes diverted unless told otherwise, you will remain silent unless I have given you permission to speak, you will be naked at all times while in my presence, you will kneel beside my chair unless told otherwise, you must ask permission to use the restroom, if given permission you will crawl there and crawl back, and you will not hesitate to serve me in whatever way I demand. If you break any of these rules, you will be punished on the spot, right there in front of everyone. Are these rules clear to you, slave?”

Colton felt the dynamic between them suddenly switch as Liam shifted from nice guy to Master in the blink of an eye. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” Liam pointed downward, telling Colton without words he wanted him on his knees.

Colton shifted from his feet to his knees, moving his body until he was in the correct position. His ass rested on his heels, his legs were slightly spread, his chin to his chest, his eyes down, and his hands resting palms upward on his thighs.

“I see someone taught you the correct way to kneel. I’m guessing it was Damien?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. You look great, but unfortunately you can’t go to the party like that.” Liam picked up a coat from the chair and held it out. “Go ahead and stand. You can relax until we arrive. When we get there you’ll walk in at my side, once inside you’ll go to the dressing room and get naked. You’ll crawl from that point forward. There will be an assistant who will bring you back to me.”

Following his order, Colton stood and took the coat from him, slipping it over his shoulders and buttoning it up. It was hard to shift from the slave role back to himself, but he tried anyway. The nervousness was already creeping its way in and crawling up his spine, so it was easier for him to stay in the role and just follow whatever Liam asked of him.

Even though he tried to hide it, Liam noticed his anxiousness. He smiled and gave Colton a soothing rub on the back as he spoke. “It’s okay, just relax. You’ll do great. Damien and Emily told me what a good boy you are. I’m sure you’ll do fine with me. I’m a lot easier to please than they are.”

His words made Colton a little scared of what was coming his way tonight. His anxiety was already through the roof but if all he was expected to do was kneel and look pretty beside him, he would be all right with that.

Somewhere deep down inside, Colton knew that nothing was that simple. God only knew what Liam had in store for him tonight. If he was anything like Daddy and Kitten, he’d have a great time. But it would be at his own expense. He didn’t like the thought of that, but he had already accepted the request. It was too late to turn back now.