So no angsty porn this chapter (except implied), but will be there next chapter! I think...
Master of the House
Chapter 13 - Complicated Men
When Clipper had marched out of Lee’s office, he had been fuming with righteous rage, distraught at the thought that his beloved mentor would have to continue to bear that, that odious man’s touch.
He felt vexed and horrified and betrayed.
Clearly, he must have imagined the Lee who played so with his dogs. The man showed his true colors now, and he was despicable. Despicable indeed.
Clipper marched furiously to his quarters and, slamming the door shut, paced in his room like a caged tiger.
The dogs. The servants. The household even. The obvious care and love that went into them. The consideration and the fair treatment (more fair than many another man) and the respect. Lee noticing such details about Connor that a more callous man would not have cared to.
But, Clipper’s thoughts stalled.
But insisting on visiting him nightly. When he was in that state. Against his will. All to sate—what? His physical lusts? To torment him further? To state his dominance?
He did not understand it. He could not understand it. He could not comprehend how someone so good in one area of life could be so evil in another.
It was as if Lee were both a paragon of society and the lowest, most disgusting Alpha Clipper had ever known.
It was perplexing, and it made him miss James.
James, who was stalwart and supportive and uncomplicated.
For a moment, Clipper toyed with the idea of writing to James, of appealing for his intervention.
But he knew it would be no use. It was officially acknowledged that Charles was to be the next Grandmaster of the new country. And while James was a member of the Inner Circle, he had only advanced recently. Charles outranked him, and Clipper knew it.
And even if he could do something, Clipper wasn’t sure he would. It hurt his heart to think of it, but James was completely loyal to the Templars and completely loyal to the Grandmaster-to-be. While James had offered a degree of freedom to Clipper in their own marriage, he was under no delusions that his husband would work against his soon-to-be leader and friend for the sake of Clipper’s mentor.
No, Clipper was on his own in this.
And so he paced and considered ideas. And discarded them.
So he passed the time from then to supper and, rejecting one of the maid’s requests that he join them for the light meal, continued thinking all the way until the sun had set.
Suddenly, he recalled that Lee had agreed to move Connor to a different room. He wasn’t coming up with any useful ideas, and it would be good to familiarize himself with the new location...
Clipper strode to his door, flipping open the locks, pulled and—
Nothing.
He pulled again.
The door didn’t budge.
A suspicion crossed his mind, but he banished it. The door must be stuck.
Yes, that was it. Stuck.
Frantically, he pounded on the wood, calling out.
To his relief, he heard footsteps making their way over to him.
Hopefully, he could get out soon and visit Connor and...
“No need to fret.”
Clipper felt his blood run cold.
Lee.
“My servants are simply moving my wife to a different room, you did ask for that, no?”
Clipper was alternately frightened and infuriated by the pleased smirk he heard in that voice.
“L-let me out. I just want to see him, to wish him a good night before I...”
Lee interrupted him.
“Oh, you’ll have a chance to do so, of course. I am not so cruel.”
Clipper stilled, disbelieving, hopeful.
“R-really?” he whispered.
Lee chuckled.
“Of course. He’ll be right next door. These walls are not so thick. If he’s conscious at all, he’ll be able to hear you.”
Clipper suddenly kicked at the door in a fit of anger.
“Let me out! What reason have you to lock me in? Why?”
Lee snarled.
“Do not pretend, Omega. You wished to keep my wife away from me, you wanted me to abstain.” He voice dripped pure venom at the word.
“I mean only to give Connor a reason to come back,” Clipper whispered. “Doctor Davies mentioned that he thought Connor was gone because you’ve taken away so much from him that he doesn’t want to return. I only seek to return a few of those things he cherishes...”
Lee remained silent at this.
“I’m here to help him, and help you help him. I want him whole, I want him with us again and become healthy. And then he can have your son. And they’ll both live,” Clipper pressed, softly, desperately.
“Don’t you want that too?”
Lee still said nothing, and Clipper waited. His heart beating quickly in his chest.
A minute passed.
“When Matthew calls tomorrow morning, I will ask him. If he thinks it best, I will consider it.”
Clipper sighed, suddenly relieved.
That was hopeful. That was—
“But in the meantime, I will not be kept from my wife.”
Clipper heard the man leave his door. He slid down on his side, appalled and horrified.
Connor...
Not ten minutes later, he began to hear...sounds.
From next door.
...from the room Connor had been moved to.
He could hear throaty moans and a bed beginning to creak and groan and...
Vile. It was vile.
Clipper began banging on the door again immediately.
“Stop! Hasn’t he suffered enough? Please, leave him be!”
But the moans only came stronger, louder, and with it, the most lewd and disgusting set of litanies Clipper had ever heard.
Oh God.
He plugged two fingers in his ears and, when that did not help, frantically looked about the room in search of something, anything to keep from hearing such...filth.
He did not to hear such things. He did not want to think about his mentor in such a way.
He dived for his bed, thankfully on the opposite wall, wrapped the pillow about his head and threw the covers on top.
Lee was, without a doubt, the most depraved person he had ever met, and he sorely hoped he would have the opportunity to, one day, end his life.
Master of the House - part 15
Master of the House
Chapter 13 - Complicated Men
When Clipper had marched out of Lee’s office, he had been fuming with righteous rage, distraught at the thought that his beloved mentor would have to continue to bear that, that odious man’s touch.
He felt vexed and horrified and betrayed.
Clearly, he must have imagined the Lee who played so with his dogs. The man showed his true colors now, and he was despicable. Despicable indeed.
Clipper marched furiously to his quarters and, slamming the door shut, paced in his room like a caged tiger.
The dogs. The servants. The household even. The obvious care and love that went into them. The consideration and the fair treatment (more fair than many another man) and the respect. Lee noticing such details about Connor that a more callous man would not have cared to.
But, Clipper’s thoughts stalled.
But insisting on visiting him nightly. When he was in that state. Against his will. All to sate—what? His physical lusts? To torment him further? To state his dominance?
He did not understand it. He could not understand it. He could not comprehend how someone so good in one area of life could be so evil in another.
It was as if Lee were both a paragon of society and the lowest, most disgusting Alpha Clipper had ever known.
It was perplexing, and it made him miss James.
James, who was stalwart and supportive and uncomplicated.
For a moment, Clipper toyed with the idea of writing to James, of appealing for his intervention.
But he knew it would be no use. It was officially acknowledged that Charles was to be the next Grandmaster of the new country. And while James was a member of the Inner Circle, he had only advanced recently. Charles outranked him, and Clipper knew it.
And even if he could do something, Clipper wasn’t sure he would. It hurt his heart to think of it, but James was completely loyal to the Templars and completely loyal to the Grandmaster-to-be. While James had offered a degree of freedom to Clipper in their own marriage, he was under no delusions that his husband would work against his soon-to-be leader and friend for the sake of Clipper’s mentor.
No, Clipper was on his own in this.
And so he paced and considered ideas. And discarded them.
So he passed the time from then to supper and, rejecting one of the maid’s requests that he join them for the light meal, continued thinking all the way until the sun had set.
Suddenly, he recalled that Lee had agreed to move Connor to a different room. He wasn’t coming up with any useful ideas, and it would be good to familiarize himself with the new location...
Clipper strode to his door, flipping open the locks, pulled and—
Nothing.
He pulled again.
The door didn’t budge.
A suspicion crossed his mind, but he banished it. The door must be stuck.
Yes, that was it. Stuck.
Frantically, he pounded on the wood, calling out.
To his relief, he heard footsteps making their way over to him.
Hopefully, he could get out soon and visit Connor and...
“No need to fret.”
Clipper felt his blood run cold.
Lee.
“My servants are simply moving my wife to a different room, you did ask for that, no?”
Clipper was alternately frightened and infuriated by the pleased smirk he heard in that voice.
“L-let me out. I just want to see him, to wish him a good night before I...”
Lee interrupted him.
“Oh, you’ll have a chance to do so, of course. I am not so cruel.”
Clipper stilled, disbelieving, hopeful.
“R-really?” he whispered.
Lee chuckled.
“Of course. He’ll be right next door. These walls are not so thick. If he’s conscious at all, he’ll be able to hear you.”
Clipper suddenly kicked at the door in a fit of anger.
“Let me out! What reason have you to lock me in? Why?”
Lee snarled.
“Do not pretend, Omega. You wished to keep my wife away from me, you wanted me to abstain.” He voice dripped pure venom at the word.
“I mean only to give Connor a reason to come back,” Clipper whispered. “Doctor Davies mentioned that he thought Connor was gone because you’ve taken away so much from him that he doesn’t want to return. I only seek to return a few of those things he cherishes...”
Lee remained silent at this.
“I’m here to help him, and help you help him. I want him whole, I want him with us again and become healthy. And then he can have your son. And they’ll both live,” Clipper pressed, softly, desperately.
“Don’t you want that too?”
Lee still said nothing, and Clipper waited. His heart beating quickly in his chest.
A minute passed.
“When Matthew calls tomorrow morning, I will ask him. If he thinks it best, I will consider it.”
Clipper sighed, suddenly relieved.
That was hopeful. That was—
“But in the meantime, I will not be kept from my wife.”
Clipper heard the man leave his door. He slid down on his side, appalled and horrified.
Connor...
Not ten minutes later, he began to hear...sounds.
From next door.
...from the room Connor had been moved to.
He could hear throaty moans and a bed beginning to creak and groan and...
Vile. It was vile.
Clipper began banging on the door again immediately.
“Stop! Hasn’t he suffered enough? Please, leave him be!”
But the moans only came stronger, louder, and with it, the most lewd and disgusting set of litanies Clipper had ever heard.
Oh God.
He plugged two fingers in his ears and, when that did not help, frantically looked about the room in search of something, anything to keep from hearing such...filth.
He did not to hear such things. He did not want to think about his mentor in such a way.
He dived for his bed, thankfully on the opposite wall, wrapped the pillow about his head and threw the covers on top.
Lee was, without a doubt, the most depraved person he had ever met, and he sorely hoped he would have the opportunity to, one day, end his life.