The smile Master Ryan gave eased his worries, a sort of expression Atticus had seen but rarely. Mostly when he got a letter from his banker. To be the cause of one such look... Atti felt like he should do a lot more than just tell the truth.<br/><br/>The bed rolled slightly as the Master stood, the knife rocking on his chest so slightly. Atticus looked at it, then up, and up... and up...  Having Master Ryan standing over him like this was one of the few times Atticus really felt small. The man was a giant to stand next to – from this perspective he was a goliath.<br/><br/>Dark silk was removed, and Atti’s gaze drifted over the twisting coils of the tattoo, tilting his head and admiring it. He had never seen a high-born with such an elaborate design, not many whores decorated so, either. It was thought crass, vulgar, but... looking on Master Ryan, Atticus couldn’t see it as anything but beautiful.<br/><br/>His gaze followed its curves up his shin, over his thigh to his hip, the head very well done – he wished he could move closer to admire it – and the flames drew the eye to... to...<br/><br/>“... Urg...” Atticus said eloquently.<br/><br/>He had known many, many men of vastly different statures, and was very aware how a shorter man could seem to be well endowed while a larger man seem less so even though they possessed equal luck. He had fully expected something similar with Master Ryan. He did not expect him to be well proportioned.<br/><br/><em>...I'm going to fuck you, Louis. I'm going to fuck you.. and I'm not going to take it easy on you...</em><br/><br/>“Sweet mercy,” Atticus murmured, eager excitement and apprehension bubbling through him as Master Ryan knelt between his legs. He pressed his teeth against his lip again, the flare of pain helping to anchor him to his calm. “Very... very much, Sir,” he answered, his voice rough and distracted.<br/><br/>At Master Ryan’s push, his legs opened. He dropped his head back to the mattress, refusing to crane his neck so, to watch what the Master of the House was doing. He’d feel it better than he saw it, anyway. He made a soft sound in response to the warning, but even knowing Master Ryan was between his legs, and just reminded of the knife balanced on his chest, he still hissed a gasp between his teeth at the light, curious caress against his balls. The muscles in his stomach clenched for an instant and his feet moved slightly, thighs closing an inch before relaxing again, accepting the intimate touch as he stared at the ceiling without really seeing it.<br/>