collaborative_daredevil | Slavery RP Post XVIII

"I appreciate your expertise," Barba said, a little confused by what she meant. "May I ask--once Toffee is ready for more...intimiate exercise, shall we call it...should we consult you here for limitations?"

"I can certainly sit down with you to consult on that." She nodded in agreement.

"Thank you. It'll be a while before that happens, Toffee darling," he soothed his pet quickly.

"I shouldn't need you to speak for me though." He addressed his physiotherapist.

"Why not? Many of my free patients feel more comfortable if I discuss how their physical limitations will after intimacy with themselves any their partners together."

"I just want a professional to ensure that once you're ready we won't physically hurt you either--it's important to me that I've never had to take a pet to the hospital after sex and I don't want to start," Barba attempted to gently tease him.

He giggled at that, and nodded.

"Thank you, I do appreciate your care."

"Good," he said, and nodded to the complicated-looking machine that was next in the line. "Go on, show me how strong you can be," he coaxed his sweetheart. "You're being excellent today, my darling."

He flushed with pleasure and glanced at his physiotherapist for approval before moving on.

Barba watched closely, gazing at each bit of skin and skin-tight clothes, the sweat gathering on his forehead, the way his breathing changed, and idly cataloged all the places he wanted to bite and kiss until they were bruised, visible, signs that he was wanted. He held himself back from pinning him down and nibbling on him right there and then, and took soft breaths in rhythm to control his own enroaching flush.

His own flush wasn't just from exertion - he could tell how much master wanted him. But he didn't do anything about it, even after Toffee had showered, just helped him get dry. And that felt safe in a way he'd never known before.

"My perfect darling," Barba murmured as he helped Toffee dry off and get changed into soft clothes--not that he'd be wearing them all that long. "Now, Jamie's been texting me that he'll have lunch ready at home--comfort food, he said. Are you hungry?" he asked him as they went to leave.

"Yes, I am." He said with a sense of relief - he'd not been hungry from the stress for a while, and it felt so good to be ready to eat again.

"Excellent. Given Jamie's feelings about comfort food, I have no doubt you'll soon be stuffed and sated. Maybe even sleepy," Barba said, a hungry glitter in his eye. The image came to him sharply--Toffee smoothed out from his sharp boniness to softer shapes, being fed endless treats while kneeling nearly naked, wearing only a body-chain and cuffs to keep his hands comfortably away. It was extraordinarily appealing to imagine.

"Maybe nap with Ivannya after then." He said with a soft smile. He'd have to talk to Jamie about getting the pattern he wanted, but even so...

"Her classes today end at four, so maybe," Barba said thoughtfully. "Your orders for today, Toffee, are to relax after lunch. I want you to wash your face, get in those pajamas for very good pets, and then do whatever is easy and relaxing. Knit whatever you like, lounge around, look at the bookshelves in the study that aren't next to the desk, whatever--but spend the day being a little lazy. That's an order."

"I will, I promise." He hugged his master, happy to be forgiven for not telling him everything fast enough.

"My good boy," Barba murmured, holding him as Toffee straddled his lap. "I'm so privileged to have you. I know you just wanted to be good, you were trying to survive."

"Thank you master." He smiled and leaned against Master Erik's chest.

The rest of the ride was quiet, calm, filled with kisses and Barba just barely stopping himself from groping Toffee. But when they got inside, a most delicious smell and a beaming Jamie greeted them.

"I got us loaded burgers, garlic cheesy fries, sweet potato curly fries, Cobb salads, and a milkshake for each of us," he said, grinning widely. "Toffee, your burger has Swiss cheese, mushrooms, onions, Dijon mustard, artichoke hearts, and extra pickles."

"Oooh! Sounds delicious." He smiled brightly at Jamie.

Jamie smiled back at him and ushered him to his spot at the little breakfast table. "For you, I got your favorite cheesesteak, plus disco fries with extra cheese curds, fried beets and shredded cabbage salad, and a strawberry milkshake. I got just a double burger with every vegetable," he explained to them as he took their coats quickly. "And some sweet potato fries for myself too, with hot sauce. Toffee, I didn't know what flavor is your favorite, so I got vanilla milkshake for you--is that okay?"

"Vanilla's good, yes." He smiled brightly at Jamie as they all sat down together.

Barba reached for his food, stuffing a handful of fries in his mouth with abandon, and cheerfully ignored Jamie's giggle at the sight. And then when Toffee was staring at him he gently nudged him to encourage him to eat the still-hot food, and began to work on his cheesesteak as Jamie started a conversation.

"This is all from the Hot n Ready diner on -- Avenue and 6th, the one where we used to go sometimes after we'd all had a long night or a hard week. Master Erik always said we could stuff ourselves stupid as long as we could stay awake for the walk home, and then curl up and nap after. It was great," Jamie said warmly, reminiscing. "And the apartment for the first internship and then the ADA position, the one we stayed in until we moved here--oh my gosh, Toffee, it was so tiny and cramped. We shoved a twin and two queens together and would huddle, and in the winter it was so poorly heated there would be frost on the inside of the windowsill in the morning. It was awful, but cheap, and right where we needed to be to get to everything."

"And a good excuse to all cuddle together, right?" He smiled at Jamie as he took the first bite of his burger. Master Erik must have really fell in love with Ivannya and Jamie to get them so early then.

"The best. They'd come home from classes and hide in bed with me with steaming hot mugs of cocoa and water bottles in the sheets. Absolutely lovely," Jamie said, a deep smile on his face. "At first I was worried when he bought me that it was just a whim and I'd be returned a few months later. But that never happened."

Barba raised both his eyebrows sharply. "I've never even thought to take any of you back. You're mine."

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