Brazilian Cattle Baron by Roland Graeme

Author:Roland Graeme [Graeme, Roland]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Published: 2011-06-08T16:43:41+00:00

Chapter Thirteen:

Master and Servant

In the morning, when he came into the bedroom and woke Sebastien up, Estevao was his usual briskly efficient self, as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place between master and servant the night before.

“Bom dia, senhor. Here is your coffee. And Ignacia thought you might enjoy this pastry. It is filled with a fruit called bacuri. Did you sleep well?”

“I slept very well. I must’ve been quite tired—quite worn out—before my head finally hit the pillow last night.”

Estevao permitted himself the ghost of a smile. “I am glad to hear that you rested well.”

“Estevao, I really think we might violate protocol just a little, so to speak…by giving each other a good-morning kiss.”

“As you wish, senhor.” Estevao leaned over the bed and, taking care not to upset the items on the bed tray, gave Sebastien a very impassioned kiss indeed, full on the lips. “You need your shave, senhor,” he declared when they had broken the kiss. “Your beard stubble scratches. We will try a different aftershave cream, today. You should find it soothing.”

“Whatever you say, boss. I place myself in your capable hands. I have no will of my own.”

“You are pleased to joke, mestre. But you will see,” Estevao said serenely. “I know best.”

And that—somewhat to Sebastien’s surprise, and definitely to his relief—was that. There was no awkwardness between him and Estevao whatsoever. It was as though the two of them were old fuck buddies, who amused themselves by being rather formal toward one another, whenever they were not actually in bed together. When they did have sex together, the barrier of polite reserve that usually stood between employer and employee crumbled instantly. In the days and nights that followed, Estevao made it perfectly clear, mostly through his body language, without needing to say it in words that he was at Sebastien’s sexual disposal, any time his master wanted him, at any hour of the day or night. And Sebastien did not hesitate to take advantage of the fact, to the two men’s intense mutual pleasure.

“We should perhaps lock the doors, mestre,” was all that Estevao suggested one afternoon when Sebastien grabbed him and pulled him toward the bed. “This is the time of the day when the maids sometimes come to tidy your room.”

“We will have to get a couple of Do Not Disturb signs to hang on the door knobs, such as they have in hotels,” Sebastien said.

“What an excellent suggestion, senhor.”

And, within twenty-four hours, Estevao produced two such signs, which he had one of the men make from scratch in the fazenda’s machine shop. The signs were neatly formed from thin pieces of scrap wood, stenciled with the warning in both English and Portuguese, and coated with a protective layer of varnish.

Estevao was quite candid during their subsequent conversations.

Of course he had been in love with Gilberto Leon, in the way that a young man often develops a crush on an older man—even though nothing remotely sexual had transpired between the two of them, except in Estevao’s imagination.

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