The Dom with the Kink Monsters (Badass Brats) (21 page)

The two of them retired to their room,
closed and locked the door, then changed into the unfamiliar pajamas that they’d bought for this visit. The sight of Master’s broad chest rising out of the Homer Simpson PJ bottoms made her laugh.

“They’re not me?” He turned for her.

“You make anything look good, Master.”

“Mmhmm.” He threw himself into bed then looked over her new sleepwear.

“Checking you out when you’re in that nightgown makes me feel dirty.”

She brushed a piece of lint off of her
full-length white flannel. It had a high neck and long sleeves, and several pink bows. It would have been right at home in a Jane Austen novel.

At the foot of the bed she
stood and waited for his command, although part of her just wanted to crawl in and go right to sleep.

They’d settled Spider in when they got home, then took him to the park, to the ice cream parlor, then back home. Saya was exhausted. It wasn’t that the boy was difficult or contrary – he was almost creepily well
behaved. It was just much harder being attentive to the needs of two people instead of just one. She was afraid that Spider would be unhappy and not mention it to them so she kept trying to read his expressions.

Master
frowned. “Is it just me, or is it odd that he’s not at least a little upset? He doesn’t know us at all and he’s not crying for Bronwyn, just a bit worried about his cat. I was expecting something by now.”

“At the park he told me that she works a lot. He goes to the overnight daycare.”

“She has an office job. How often can she be working through the night?”

Saya shrugged. “We’re not in her shoes. Kids are expensive to raise. She’s doing what she has to. If
she knew where Spider’s father was, maybe she could get some child support.”

“
Jeremy could never hold down a day job long, from what she told me. Not the best choice in a co-parent, but they made a cute kid at least.”

“If she’s paying for that much daycare, no wonder she has no money to buy him new clothes.”

Master rubbed his eyes then snapped his fingers and pointed at the bed. She crawled up and knelt where he’d indicated, struggling to work around the cumbersome nightie.

“Our mother raised
Bronwyn and me by herself. She did a great job. Maybe there wasn’t always someone home, but we never wore rags. I’m sure the diner didn’t pay better than Bronwyn’s corporate job.”

“Maybe she’s
too busy to go to the mall?”

“Whatever. I don’t know. I’m going to give her an earful when she calls to check on him. She needs to get her priorities straight.”

She couldn’t think of anything to say. Master and his sister had always had a difficult relationship from what he’d told her, and he’d never been interested in Saya’s advice on the subject.

“We’re sending him home in two weeks and I feel like I’m going to need to check up on things, you know? Maybe for his birthday and Christmas we’ll have to send clothes along with the toys. And speaking of toys, we need to get him some. There’s nothing here for him to play with other than us.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Take that ridiculous thing off so I can see you.”

Shimmying the thing up over her head was easier commanded than done. She’d fumbled with the silly buttons on the back of the neck, but it was still like trying to escape from a strait jacket. Why had she bothered putting it on? They rarely went to bed without having sex first.

When she was nude she knelt back in position.

“Present.” He leaned up on one elbow and watched as she put her hands behind her head and spread her knees wide.

Master was
close enough that she could feel his breath tickle the naked flesh of her breast, but he didn’t make physical contact. She anticipated the feel of his hands, but he just looked, watched. For a moment she had the urge to ask for his touch, but that was rude. Slaves waited for their Master’s pleasure, they didn’t direct. She looked at him, knowing he didn’t like for her to look away.

Where she had been tired before, her senses were now wide awake.

Hopefully they could figure out how to stay quiet so they didn’t wake the boy.

*

Spider practiced the letter S. Half were still the wrong way, but he’d gotten the idea and was holding his pencil properly now. She’d read him stories. He told her a lot of adventures that he had with Alexandra, his cat, the retelling of which made his bottom lip quiver sometimes. They’d sang songs, glued macaroni to construction paper, colored, did dot to dot. They’d gone to the park, too. She decided at lunch time, when he helped her make sandwiches, that if she and Master ever had children there was no way she was homeschooling. She was exhausted.

At least
Master had come home at lunch, so she’d felt okay taking a shower. Could you shower and leave a three-year-old watching television or something?

They’d gone out for school supplies and toys the day before. Shopping for toys with a child who kept balking and saying toys were expensive was interesting.
They’d had to watch him and guess which ones he actually wanted.

Now she waited, like she always did, for the door to open and her life to walk in again. Not being able to greet
Master properly was irksome and the feeling gnawed at her. He didn’t expect it of her, but it was their way. All of this made her re-examine what they did together. There had never been any question in her mind that they’d eventually have children, but having Spider with them showed her how it would be impossible to maintain their current way of life. She had to watch how she addressed him in front of the child, she couldn’t kneel, she wore clothes all day – the worst was having no sex at lunch. It was dreadful.

But the boy, himself, was sweet, if a bit odd. He was too old for his age, and too concerned with things he shouldn’t be thinking of. Spider often went into the pantry, browsing through the cans and suggesting what he could make for supper. He knew how to use the can opener, and was tidy when he did things like pouring his own milk and cereal. When he was done he insisted on washing his own dishes. Shouldn’t a child his age be relatively irresponsible? Before they went out, he would open the front door and look outside so he could decide whether he should bring a jacket. He was always surprised when Saya made recommendations about his clothing and thought it was odd
when she explained she would be making supper for them every night.

The key turned in the lock and her heart hammered in her chest. A need to be kneeling in her place drove her anxiety through the roof. She ran to the door and stood where she usually
knelt, her hands twisting together. Master entered, kissed her lips and winked. He didn’t look angry, of course, but she was disappointed in herself for not coming up with another way to greet him that wouldn’t look peculiar to a child. Master’s Uncle Donny walked in on his heels, hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

“Will you stay for supper, Uncle Donny?”

“No, Saya. I just dropped by to see Bronwyn’s little guy. I’ve never seen him other than in Christmas cards, and she didn’t send one last year.”

Ramsay
looked over Spider’s work and preened. “Those are excellent S’s.”

“Some of them are backward, but I never know tha
t will happen until they come out of my pencil.”

“Writing gets easier, Spider. You just need practice. We all have to practice something.” He tousled the boy’s hair. “This is our Uncle Donny. He’s your
grandma’s brother.”

Spider eyed him and grinned. “Your eyebrows look like hungry caterpillars.”

“You don’t say!” Donny said incredulously.

Master’s laugh boomed in the small apartment, making Spider look wary. He went on anyway.

“They’re funny. I hope I have eyebrows like yours when I’m an old man.”

Uncle Donny patted the boy on the head and looked
at Master wistfully. “I wish your Aunt Emma and I had some grandkids, but I don’t know if it’ll ever happen. Jenny is so busy being a lawyer that having a family hasn’t been a priority for her. Don’t get me wrong – I couldn’t be more proud of her – but proud doesn’t make you laugh like this.”

“It’s too bad Mom doesn’t live closer to Bronwyn. She’s so busy with the boyfriend
, though, that even if she lived next door she probably wouldn’t have time to help out.” Ramsay grimaced. “I’m a fine one to talk, though. First time I ever laid eyes on him was the day before yesterday.”

Saya washed some fruit and cut it up, then brought it to Spider in a bowl with a little fork. He’d started coloring and wasn’t paying any attention to the adult conversation.

“Well, this will be a good time to get to know each other, then. It’s nice that Auntie Saya is home to watch him. If you two need a sitter while he’s here, you let us know. It’d be fun to have him running around our place, and I know you probably have practices and shows lining up for that heavy metal thing you’re doing.”

“Thanks, Donny.” He offered the man a soda, which was declined. “Hey, what’s going on with the upstairs apartment? Did that woman ever pay the back rent she owed you?”

“Nope. She called a few days ago and told me she wasn’t coming back and didn’t have the money to pay me. I have to go in and see if anything needs doing before I put it back up for rent.” He sucked at his teeth. “Never saw her move much in there, so I’m guessing it won’t be long before I can list it again. I’ve never been able to rent that place long. It’s a shame – nice apartment, but the location is shit... er... unpopular. Are you sure you two don’t want it? I know you said it’s too big for you, but there’s three bedrooms. It could come in handy when you decide to have your own rugrats. I’ll give you a deal just so I don’t have to keep trying to find responsible tenants. Give me a hundred dollars more a month to cover the bills and I’ll let you have the whole building to yourselves. Saya could have her dance studio downstairs or you could set up your band equipment.”

“A hundred more? That’ll barely pay the utilities.”

Uncle Donny rolled his eyes. “I don’t really need the money for anything. The shop is booming, Aunt Emma makes good money at the hospital, we have no grandkids to spoil. You’d be ridding me of a hassle, really.”

Master
settled in his chair and Saya was disappointed she couldn’t sit in his lap or kneel at his feet like she usually did. “You’re crazy. We’ll take it if you’re serious, but talk it over with Aunt Emma first and make sure you’re not going to end up in the doghouse.”

“Just because Saya wears the pants
in
your
relationship doesn’t mean that life is the same for other men.” He winked at Saya. “She’s quiet, but I can tell who’s really in charge.”

She blushed, knowing that he heard more than he wanted to with his garage so close to their house. If he only knew what kind of naughty pictures Master had taken of her last night. He’d suddenly decided her nightgown was an article of clothing that deserved to be defiled, and he’d put her in all sorts of compromising positions with it yanked up or unbuttoned and falling off her shoulder. Dirty, dirty man.

Uncle Donny left and Master sat to color with Spider. They chatted while he had his snack. Spider told him all about his day, enthusiastic about their trip to the park.

“Too bad there were no big kids there. They were all babies.”

“Most almost four-year-olds are at preschool at that time of day. Maybe we can go again after dinner to see if bigger kids are around. Would that be cool?”

“Yes, cool.” Spider smiled broadly.

Master flipped on the television and quickly changed the channel off of the news. “He doesn’t need to see that,” he murmured to Saya.

“Kids
’ shows are on channel sixteen.”

He flipped to the channel and seemed content with the puppets that were dancing around the screen. Spider’s gaze drifted over at the noise and he was quickly very engaged in the song about how to brush your teeth.

“Spider, I need to talk to Auntie Saya for a minute. We’ll be right back.”

Master made sure Spider wasn’t looking, grabbed her upper arm, and marched her into the bedroom. He shut the door and locked it behind them.

“Pull down your pants and lean over the bed,” he whispered harshly.

“But Master!”

“No balking or I’ll beat your ass and you can figure out how to keep quiet.”

She swallowed loudly enough that Master must have heard it. In the next room puppets were singing loudly about why eating vegetables was important.

The button on her jeans staged a rebellion, but after a few seconds she was exposed to him and had assumed the vulnerable position he’d demanded.

A growl. He
spat and rubbed a wet hand over her sex, separated her folds and wedged his cock in.

She gasped at
Master’s sudden possession, but he grabbed her hips and gave her no time to complain. He withdrew and thrust into her hard. He bottomed out with a grunt and she shuddered as her whole body welcomed his lust.

“I haven’t been in
side you all fucking day. I couldn’t wait anymore.” He groaned quietly and swore. “How can you be so tight again already, after everything I did to you last night?”