The sound of the servant at the door was faint to Atticus, the knocks the only things he heard. It was enough to make him snap out of his daze, his attention leaving Master Ryan with a jarring, dizzying jerk. What was it – one of the whores? One of the clients? Or worse, one of the staff worried about something they heard while passing a locked door…<br/><br/>Still, he couldn’t contain a grinding groan of frustration when the Master took his hand away. He turned his gaze back to the other man and swallowed. “Yes, Master.” He did what he could to bar regret from his tone. Interruptions were frequent. That they had enjoyed a quiet moment long enough for one fuck today, however quick, was a marvel in itself.<br/><br/>Master Ryan left without a look back. Atticus waited until he heard the doors close before he smacked the side of the bath. He would not act like a sullen bitch or a love-snubbed theatric. He didn’t have any right to feel resentful or hurt the Master of the House had dropped him without hesitation to attend his work – it was just a fuck and it was a shame they couldn’t enjoy another together and. That. Was. It.<br/><br/>He fisted his aching hand around his cock, not caring any more to think of pleasing fantasies to amuse and titillate a second party, but just remembered some of the better fucks he’d had over the years, stroking himself furiously then pressed his free fingers against the cut at his neck so it throbbed. Not half a minute after Master Ryan had left, he tensed and groaned low, his seed shooting up his belly and onto his chest in several pale arcs.<br/><br/>He didn’t bask in the afterglow, too distracted about who had been at the door. He wiped his stomach clean and jerked the plug out before getting out of the bath. He rubbed himself vigorously though not thoroughly and dressed with an efficient rush.<br/><br/>(To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4448242#msg4448242))<br/>