Exit Strategy
by London Lampy
Chapter 4
I'm standing back outside the house I woke up in this morning, trying to decide if this is a good idea or not, taking a deep breath I ring the doorbell, hearing the clanging from inside as I drop my hand away from the pull. The door is answered swiftly, but the man I see standing in front of me is not the one I expected, and it takes me a moment to realise that the elderly face belongs to a butler.
"Can I help you Sir?" He asks.
I consider leaving, but I've come this far. "Yes, I'm here to see..." I now have a problem, how can I ask for someone who's name I can't remember? I have an idea, I feel a bit stupid saying it but at least I can finish my sentence. "...your master."
"Very good sir. Whom shall I say is calling?"
"Exit."
He quirks an eyebrow at me as if to say, "is that really your name?" but instead says. "I will be back in a moment Sir."
The moment stretches into a few minutes and I begin to wonder if the elderly butler is ever coming back, but just as I'm once again considering going the man reappears. "The master will receive you in the drawing room, if Sir would care to follow me?"
I do as he asks, stepping into a large hallway I remember from earlier in the day when I was creeping out. We go up the stairs and along a corridor I haven't seen before, an expensive looking runner covers the floor and every few paces there are niches in the wall, each one displaying some sort of artwork. At the end of the corridor is a panelled door, the butler knocks on it twice, a voice from inside calls out "Enter" and he opens it.
"A Mr Exit to see you sir." He announces.
"Thank you Dawkins, show him in." The voice says.
The butler steps back to allow me entry and I walk into the room. It's large and airy with tall windows set around two sides, the walls are painted pale blue and the floor is dark parquet with a snow white fur rug taking up the centre. The man from last night is sitting on a deep brown leather couch looking at me with interest.
"That will be all Dawkins." He says.
"Thank you Sir." The butler nods and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself.
"Hello again Exit." I study the man on the couch for a moment, and I'm glad my memory of him wasn't too badly effected by all the alcohol. He is good looking, not Vin good looking, but then not many men are.
"Hello...thank you for the flowers." I blurt out, not knowing what else to say, fortunately he smiles.
"Would you like to sit down?" He pats the couch beside him.
"Yes." I say unnecessarily as I am already on my way toward him. I sit and he stares at me until I start to feel slightly uncomfortable.
"I was a little drunk last night so today I wasn't sure, but you really are as extraordinary looking as I thought." He says eventually.
Extraordinary? I'm not sure that's a good thing.
He seems to sense what I'm thinking. "I mean you're beautiful, but you're also very exotic looking." I nod and he continues. "I know some of my colleagues in the Rhea basin keep...take your kind as..." He pauses, seeming to look for the right word. "...concubines, I can very much see why now."
I'm not quite sure what concubine means, but the way he said it I'm guessing it's a polite way of saying sex slave. "Would you like a drink?" He offers, pointing to a well stocked sideboard.
"Nothing with alcohol thanks, I'm working tonight."
"Lime and soda then?" I nod, I'd rather have something sweeter but I don't really know what to ask for, and he goes to get the drink.
"So what kind of accounts clerk works at night?" He asks as he's pouring the drinks, his back to me.
Crap. We're not suppose to tell people what we do, I was told if anyone asked to say I was an accounts clerk at Municipal Works, we must have talked about this last night.
"Erm, it's just some extra...stuff." I say lamely, he laughs.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I know what you are. I recognised some of the people you were with last night, Govinder is...an old friend of mine."
He's friends with Vin? That could be embarrassing. He hands me my drink, sits back down beside me and sips his own, which looks like whiskey.
"Can I ask you something?" I say, I really need to know this.
"Anything." He looks amused.
"Is your name Ray or Roy?"
He bursts out laughing, and I'm not sure if I should be offended.
"It's neither, it's Ry, Rylance Jonas if you want the full thing." Oh. "Actually, I don't know your full name either." As he says this he rests his hand on my knee and strokes his thumb across the fabric of my trousers.
"Well I don't really have a proper one but for official stuff I go by Bryce."
"Like the god?"
"Yeah, the orphanage I grew up in was dedicated to him, so any of us without family names got given that instead, but it's never really felt like mine."
He finishes his drink, puts the glass down on an end table and moves closer to me until I can feel his body against mine, his hand goes to the back of my neck and he strokes his fingers through my hair. "So tell me Exit Bryce because I'm curious to know, exactly how does an echoback end up in the Parnell orphanage?"
"I don't really know much about it myself, we weren't encouraged to ask after our families, or our pasts, but what I do know is that a priest on missionary duty somewhere in the Northern Continent found me alone in the countryside and brought me back here with him."
"How old were you?" Ry asks.
I shrug. "They said I was two, but who knows? I think that was just a guess."
"So how old does that make you now?"
I wonder why he's asking, it's a bit late for him to be worrying that I might be under age. "If I was really two then I'm eighteen now, but I think I could be anything up to a year more or less."
He nods his head and seems about to say something else but is stopped by a knock at the door.
"Enter." He says.
Dawkins the elderly butler appears in the doorway. "Sorry to interrupt Sir, the cook would like to know if your guest will be staying for dinner?"
"Well Exit, will you?" Ry inquires.
I don't have any other plans, and I suppose I should eat before tonight. "Yes, if that's all right."He looks pleased, so I guess it is.
"Tell the cook it's two for dinner." The butler leaves with a nod, and Ry turns to me again. "I doubt the food will be long, lets go to the dining room." He stands up and hold out his hand to me so I take it, although it feels a little strange because I hardly know him, despite the fact I've done much more intimate things with him than simply hold his hand.
The dining room is painted red with dark wood panelling and in the centre a large round mahogany table, currently with two places set at it, I guess Dawkins assumed I would be staying. Ry pulls out a chair and gestures for me to sit, then does the same. He shakes out the linen napkin in front of him and places it on his lap so I copy him. I can count the number of times I've eaten in a proper restaurant on the fingers of one hand and I'm always a little worried about doing the wrong thing.
"My cook is from the Gavach region of the East Island and her dishes tend to reflect this, I trust you like that style of food."
I decide to be honest. "I don't really know what it is."
"They tend to use a lot of cream, wine and aromatic herbs, some people find it a little heavy."
"It sounds fine to me." I say although I don't really know what to expect.
Dawkins enters the room and presents Ry with a bottle of wine for inspection. "I thought this would be appropriate to pair with tonight's menu."
"Thank you, but as my guest isn't drinking I'll not be either, just bring us a jug of ice water please."
"Very good Sir." The butler returns with the water at the same time as a maid appears wheeling in a serving cart. They busy themselves, water is poured into my glass and a bowl of orangey pink soup ends up in front of me. I look at it with curiosity, it smells somewhat fishy and beside it is a small dish of what looks like tiny squares of toast.
"Lobster bisque." Ry announces, while tipping the toast into his soup, so I copy him. I don't normally like fish, but I've never tasted lobster before and it's not too bad, pretty soon it's all gone. I wonder if there's any more, but the maid reappears and takes the bowls so I suppose not. She then serves us some sort of roast meat in a thick white sauce, with vegetables and small potatoes on the side. I scrape some of the sauce off it with my knife to try and work out what it is, Ry notices what I'm doing what I'm doing and frowns at me. "It's just chicken, what did you think it was?"
"I like to know what I'm eating, that's all." He looks at me sideways but says nothing. Growing up the orphanage fed us all kinds of strange meat and offal, most of which should have only been given to dogs, but this is good and I eat it all.
"Shall I give your compliments to my cook?" Ry asks, noticing me licking my fork.
"Mmm...sorry, yes." I can't remember ever eating a meat dish that tasted that good.
"I don't have much of a sweet tooth so I normally skip dessert, but if you would like some I'm sure there's something in the kitchen." Ry asks me when I'm done.
I would, I do have a sweet tooth, but I'm not about to take him up on the offer, it would feel a bit strange so I tell him that I'm fine.
"Good, when do you need to get to your late night accounts clerking?" He gives me a knowing smile as he says this.
"Not for another couple of hours, but if you want me to go..." I trail off as he is now standing up behind me, with his hand stroking down my neck towards my collar bone.
"I thought you might like a tour of the house."
Ending up in the bedroom no doubt. I can think of worse ways to pass the time.
We are standing at an upstairs window looking at the view across the darkened city. I'm surprised at how large the house is, while quite narrow from the front, it goes back a long way and is spread over five floors. Most people in Parnell don't have much space, only the richest can afford to live in places like this. "Rubber must pay really well, I don't think I've ever been in a house this big." I say to him.
"It does it's a boom industry, but I actually inherited the both the house and servants from my uncle, I think Dawkins has been here since it was built."
"I thought he seemed kind of old."
"Yes, he is, but he won't tell me how old in case I try to make him retire."
I laugh at this and Ry steps behind me and wraps his arms around my middle, pressing himself against me.
"Do you want to see my bedroom?" He says quietly into my ear.
"I've already seen that." I reply, but I'm teasing him, as I say it I push back against him and he's starting to harden.
"Mmm, I can feel your tail."
It seems that men are either really put off by it and when they realise make their excuses and leave, or find it a very big turn on, their just isn't any middle ground. Ry obviously falls into the turn on category.
He nips my ear with his teeth, then kisses the side of my neck. "All right pedantic, do you want to see my bedroom again?"
I know what pedantic means, Vio's always accusing Kezlo of being it. "If I say yes would you think I was a total slut?"
"Absolutely, but a very sexy one." I can't really argue with that.
His bedroom is just as I remember it from the night before, painted in shades of cream and dominated by a large wooden framed bed. The bed is turned down and I wonder if somehow Dawkins knew we were headed up here and did it.
"I want to see you naked again, would you take off your clothes for me please?" Ry asks politely, sitting himself on the edge of the bed.
It doesn't take long for me to undress and soon I'm standing in front of him with only my tail binding on, I think he might enjoy taking that off himself.
"Oh fuck, look at you." He breaths, and I grin.
"Do you want to undo this." I gesture to to the strap around my left leg and he lifts his hand and undoes the buckle, dropping on the floor when he's finished. He runs his fingers over the red mark that it leaves. "Does it hurt, keeping it tied up like that?"
I shrug. "I'm used to it."
"Turn around." He commands, I do so and he strokes his hands over the length of my tail. I lift it to give him better access to the underside, and when he finds the sweet spot where it joins my lower back I groan softly. I must have told him about that last night, but I don't remember doing it.
"Good?" He asks, touching the spot again, I make a yes noise, and the next thing I know he's licking me there. I'm very hard by now and I can't resist touching myself, I know that between his mouth and my hand it wouldn't take long for me to come. I think he realises this, because he stops licking, but he's still stroking my tail's length.
"So smooth." He murmurs.
"Yeah, it's the same kind of skin that's on the palm of your hand, good for gripping, and it's just as sensitive."
"More if that reaction was anything to go by, get on the bed."
I do so, scrambling past him to lie on my back in the middle, he looks at me with obvious lust, quickly undresses himself and joins me, straddling my thighs and bending over to kiss me. The kiss starts out slow and soft but soon but it soon turns into something else and I'm happy to let him take control. His tongue is deep in my mouth and I can feel his erection rubbing against mine, so I push my hips up to gain more friction, and he growls into my mouth and breaks the kiss.
Ry sits back on his heels and smooths his hands over my chest, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples which makes me gasp, and he seems to enjoy my reaction because he does it again. I put my hand down and stroke his cock, loving the sensation of the smooth skin moving over the hardness beneath. I run my finger tip over the head and it comes away wet with pre come.
"Can I fuck you?" He asks, and I nod.
"How do you want me?" I ask in return.
"Would you mind on your front again like last night, I want to feel your tail round me while I'm inside you."
I guessed he'd want that.
"But first I'm going to taste you."
He moves down my body and licks the tip of my cock, letting his tongue graze over the slit, then he takes the whole thing in his mouth, forms a seal with his lips and begins to suck.
I'm aware that I'm making a fair bit of noise, but I can't help it, the hot wetness of his mouth just feels too good. I restrain myself from holding his head and instead ball my hands up in the covers, I can feel myself rushing towards orgasm and I call out to warn him. "I'm going to come!" He completely stops what he's doing and moves his mouth away, leaving me panting on the edge.
"Not yet." He says "I want to be fucking you when you do."
I make a noise of complaint, but he's right, it is good like that.
"Don't be impatient." He scolds and motions for me to turn over, rummaging in his bedside draw as I do so.
I lie with my chest pressed into the bed , but on my knees so my ass is in the air and my tail is wrapped around my torso, I know I look good and dirty like this. Ry finds the lube, turns back and looks at me. "Are you trying to make me come before I even get inside you?"
He slaps me on the ass which makes me whimper. "Fuck." He mutters and I can hear him unscrewing the jar and moving in closer to me.
He teases me with one slippery finger, not quite putting it inside until I'm pushing back against him, trying to force him to.
"Ready?" He asks.
"I think I've made that obvious."
He slowly pushes in, and I can feel my body adapting.
"Want another?"
"Please." I pant.
He pulls out for a moment and I squirm, wanting that feeling back, but he quickly pushes back in with two and more lube and begins to finger fuck me, just flicking over my prostate every few thrusts, making me cry out.
"You want more?"
"I want your cock."
He makes a small noise of indrawn breath and stops moving for a moment, then takes his fingers out. I'm aware of him lubing himself up, then I feel him push against me, slowly breaching the tightness until he is fully inside. As he gives me a few moments to accommodate him I uncurl my tail and wrap it around him. It doesn't reach all the all the way and the tip rests just above his hip, he strokes the base and begins to move. At first he's slow, pulling out almost all the way so I feel every inch of him, it's nice but I need something harder and I try to set the pace myself.
"If you want me to go faster I'm going to finish faster." He says, sounding amused.
"Don't care."
"All right, you asked for it."
He starts to slam into me, and when he tilts his hips slightly he hits me just right inside and I see stars. I just need a little more to get off so I grab my cock and slide my hand over it in time with his thrusts. I can feel my orgasm building again, my balls tighten and I give a wordless shout as I shoot my load over my hand and the bed. Ry is still going and now I've come I don't think I can hold this position for much longer.
"Ah, Exit, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He unloads inside me and slumps forward, as I collapse my hips onto the bed. He follows still inside me and kisses the back of my neck.
"Thank you." he pants.
"My pleasure."
"Literally, I hope. Do I need to send you more flowers now?"
"No, please don't, I don't have any more space in the sink."
"The sink?"
"I don't own a vase."
"Ah."
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