He sat up at the sound of his master's voice, turning to face him. "No, master," Darcy replied, staring up at Romain with a smile. The seed of devotion that had been planted upon his presentation was already growing strong inside of him. "I was waiting for you to come back."
As Romain wandered off to hang up his jacket, Darcy withdrew his legs from the chaise and stood up, following after his master like a puppy not quite used to being left on its own yet. He moved closer to the vampire and slipped the tie from around his neck, smoothing it out before he rolled it up carefully and put it away.
What did he want to do tonight?
Darcy's previous master had never asked. He'd never been interested. Now his pet had been returned, sold on and gifted to another without being able to properly recognise, let alone talk about, his own desires and fantasies.
Reaching out to play with the remainder of fastened buttons on Romain's shirt, Darcy thought for a moment about his answer before looking up at his master; without his heels he was shorter - half a foot shorter - than Romain. "I want to be kissed first, but...not with your lips. The kisses that hurt a little bit, but in a good way."