Mr Masters, page 22
I study her face. “Are you just saying what you think I want to hear?”
She giggles. “Totally.”
I roll my eyes. I can’t believe I’m doing this. “Are you sure this is the one you want?”
The three of them all smile and enthusiastically.
“Fine. That was easier than I imagined.” I walk over to the assistant. “Excuse me, can we take the ten week old beagle, please?”
The young girl smiles and then goes through a series of questions and then finally replies. “Great choice. She’s a beautiful little girl. I’ll get her ready and meet you out the front in ten minutes.” She takes the puppy from her cage, and Willow and Samuel start to bounce on the spot, unable to control themselves. “I’ll meet you out the front.” She smiles before she disappears through the office door.
We walk into another section of the shelter and my face falls. It’s filled with kittens.
“Oh my God,” Willow gasps.
“Look at this one!” Bree shrieks.
We walk over to see a little white fluffy ball of fur staring back at us.
“This one,” Samuel calls to us. “He looks like the one that attacks bears.” The three of them all burst out laughing.
I go to the front counter and wait for the girl to return with our puppy.
“Oh no, he got me.” Willow laughs, and we turn to see a little ginger and white kitten standing on his back two legs. He’s put his paw through the cage and somehow got it snagged in Willow’s knitted jumper.
She giggles as she tries to unhook herself, and Samuel and Bree begin to help her. The kitten is a livewire, playing with them through the cage.
Willow’s eyes find mine. “Dad, can we have this kitten, too?”
“No.”
“Please,” she begs. “Oh, please, Dad. I’ll look after him. I’ll even pay for his food from my pocket money.” “Willow, we just got a dog.”
She smiles sadly at the kitten and continues to play with it through the cage.
“Why can’t she have it?” Bree whispers.
“I don’t want a fucking cat,” I mutter under my breath.
“This isn’t about you. This is about taking her mind off the situation at school. This cat could be the perfect friend for her.”
“That’s what the dog is for.” I frown.
“Do you think Sammy’s going to take his hands off that dog. I’ll look after it.” She puts her hands together, pleading with me as she bounces on the spot. “Please. I’ll beg,” she whispers.
I look at her flatly. “Bree, if this isn’t already you begging, I dread to think what is.” I exhale heavily and glance over at Willow who is currently smiling down at the ugliest cat in the world.
Fuck’s sake.
The lady appears with the puppy, handing it to Samuel, but my focus is on Willow.
Fine…
I’ve totally lost control of this situation. “We’ll take the ginger kitten, too, please.”
Willow and Bree start to shriek and clap their hands.
“Dad, you’re the best!” Willow cries.
Bree smiles up at me, her eyes linger tenderly on my face.
“Don’t say a word,” I warn her.
She giggles and links arms with Willow as they continue to play with the cat.
Great. Not only do I now have to deal with having blue balls, but I have to watch out for a cat attacking my dick in my sleep.
Brielle
“The movie is starting, guys,” Sammy calls.
The microwave pings right on cue. Willow takes out the second bag of popcorn and tips it into the bowl.
I’ve just made a beautiful dinner and the house is alive with playful baby animals. It’s been a wonderful day.
I walk into the living room to find it dark, with the kids lounging on their beanbags and Julian on the couch. He’s covered himself with a huge blanket, and he pats the sofa next to him. I smile, liking that he wants to sit next to me.
Tillie, our puppy, and Maverick, our kitten are now curled up on their little beds next to the children.
I lie down and Julian covers me with the blanket, pulling my feet onto his lap. God, I just want to kiss him.
Seeing him trying so hard with the children is literally exploding my ovaries.
“What are we watching?” I ask.
“The Terminator,” Willow tells me, her eyes glued to the screen.
“I’ll be back,” I say in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice.
Julian rolls his eyes.
“I feel like I should get up and go to the bathroom just so I can say I’ll be back,” I chuckle
“God help us,” Julian mutters dryly.
I giggle. “I crack myself up.”
“We know.”
I laugh again, and for two hours I sit, completely lost in the movie. “How much do you reckon he would eat to be that size?” I ask.
“Please don’t talk.” Julian sighs.
So serious. I wiggle my foot on his lap to annoy him and he grabs it and grinds it against his cock, staring straight ahead at the TV, stony faced.
Oh, this is fun.
He rubs my foot over his dick again, flexing it so I can feel it move beneath my skin.
My insides begin to melt.
I wonder what it would be like to have him in this house? To have him sneak into my bed at night, and to hold him as I slept. I have this nagging little voice in my mind telling me that I’m developing feelings for him. Especially after today.
I’m not. I know exactly what this is.
It is just fucking, right? But somehow it feels like more, and we bounce off of each other so well. His flirty little comments, his constant worry over me, his eyes lingering on my face when he thinks I’m not looking, and his comfortable complaints about my terrible sense of humor… they all leave me thinking things I shouldn’t be thinking.
Stop it.
He rubs my foot over himself again, and I smile to no one in particular.
I want to have sex in this house. I want to break him so that he can’t help himself. If we have sex here, he’ll have to accept the fact that the woman he thinks is too good for him is also the woman he can fuck.
They’re both me. I’m the same person. I don’t know why he wants to keep us separate, but I think fear has a lot to do with it.
When I'm in the hotel, it's on his terms. His mother said that he is happy when things are on his terms. Then and only then. I need to move this whole thing to be on my terms… but how?
He grinds my foot again and I watch him, knowing he’s turned on. He needs it. He’s so sexual. I imagine he’s the kind of man that would want you every day if you were his wife.
His wife.
What would that be like?
What would it be like to have him love me and take care of me forever?
I close my eyes.
Stop it.
I feel his cock jerk beneath me, and my eyes flicker up to him.
His eyes are rolled back in his head. My mouth falls open and he smirks to himself.
Is he for real?
He just came in approximately four minutes.
The movie ends and he jumps up. “I’m going to shower.” He disappears up the stairs without another word, leaving me to shake my head.
I help the kids with their new pet routine before bed, when my email suddenly pings.
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnston
Occasion: Situation inspection.
Date: 31st May
Time: 7 PM
Place: Room 612, Rosewood London
Dress code: Bondage
My eyes widen.
Bondage?
What the fuck?
Chapter Fourteen
I wake to a bang on the door, and I jump, startled.
“Brell, come quick,” Sammy’s panicked voice calls through the door before I hear him tear down the hallway.
Huh. I frown as I look around the room. What’s going on?
Then I hear Julian’s voice bellowing throughout the house.
What’s going on out there? I grab my robe and throw it on before I open my bedroom door.
“You can’t be serious?” I hear Julian yell. “This is fucking unbelievable.” Shit, he’s cursing in front of the children. What on earth is the matter? I run up into the house and my eyes widen as soon as I step foot inside.
Julian, Willow, and Samuel are all standing frozen still as they survey the damage.
The puppy has ripped open the two bean bags and there are tiny beanbag balls spread all over the house.
My mouth falls open as I assess the damage. The entire living room is in disarray. The cushions are on the floor, not on the sofa where they should be. The pot plant has been chewed to within an inch of its life. It now has no leaves left and is turned on its side. The tiny beanbag balls are spread over the floor like thick snow, even covering the floor throughout the kitchen and dining room. There are even skid marks where she has been running and sliding in them. My eyes rise to find Sammy and Willow, who are standing with wide eyes in silence, horrified and clearly unsure what to say about the catastrophe in front of us. The cat appears through the white snow covered in the white balls, hundreds of them now stuck to his fur.
I can’t help it. I put my hand over my mouth and burst out laughing.
“This is not funny, Miss Brielle,” Julian barks.
I belly laugh even harder, picking up a handful of the white balls before I throw them at Willow and Samuel. “Look! It’s snowing.”
The puppy comes running into the room like a rock star, diving into the white balls at full speed.
"That dog is a damn menace," Julian growls. "Look at this place! It's completely destroyed."
“She’s just a little baby.” I laugh and I dive into the balls beside her. “You’re a naughty puppy.” She jumps on me and starts to paw my hair. “Get down here, you two, and play with your baby.”
Sammy and Willow exchange looks, and then Sammy dives onto the floor without a care in the world. It isn’t long before Willow bursts out laughing and falls down beside us. The puppy goes ballistic, barking and growling as it gets excited with us playing with her. I throw some white balls over Willow’s head. Then I lie on my back and move my hands and feet. “Look, make a snow angel.” I laugh.
Sammy and Willow follow suit. I glance up and see Julian staring at the three of us, frozen and disgusted. “What the hell are you three doing?” he snaps. “The house is completely ruined and all you three can do is laugh and play in the mess?”
I throw a handful of balls at him. “Take some photos of us, you cranky pants.”
He folds his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow. “Miss Brielle, must you find everything funny?”
The puppy growls, leaning back on her back legs right before she pounces towards him in full attack mode. I giggle and get up with two big handfuls of balls. “Get him, kids,” I cry as I pelt the balls toward Julian’s head. We all jump up and chase him.
“Stop it,” he shouts as he tries to get away.
“Get him!” I order.
“What the hell?” he cries and he starts to run into the kitchen. The children squeal in delight and we grab his arms, the three of us dragging him to the floor and completely cover him in balls. I flop down beside him. Willow and Sammy do the same, and our little rock star puppy prances out and sits on Julian’s chest, proud as punch of her handy work. Julian shakes his head and looks to the ceiling for some kind of divine intervention.
“This is unbelievable,” he mutters.
I throw some balls into the air. “Tell someone who cares.”
Willow giggles. “Yeah, Dad, tell somebody who cares.”
I read the email again. It’s now Tuesday morning and I’m preparing for my date night.
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnston
Occasion: Situation inspection.
Date: 31st May
Time: 7 PM
Place: Room 612, Rosewood London
Dress code: Bondage
What the actual fuck does he mean by bondage? Does he expect me to turn up to the date tied up in a mummy suit with a ball gag in my mouth? Bondage is what you do, not what you wear. At least that’s what I thought. Not that I would really know, I suppose. I’ve never been with a kinky bastard before I met Mr. Masters.
I soon find myself walking through the heavy metal door of the sex shop, anyway. It’s completely soundproofed and the windows are painted over. A porno is playing on the televisions displayed on the walls. It’s 9:30 a.m. Jeez, these guys are hardcore. I glance up and see a girl on a bed. She’s on her hands and knees with three naked men standing over her. God, this place is seedy.
“Can I help you?” the young man asks. He looks about nineteen, like he’s straight out of school. What the hell is he doing here?
Does your mother know where you work, young man?
“No, thank you. Just browsing.”
I really do need his help but I’m not dealing with him explaining to me the ropes of bondage while literally showing me the ropes of bondage. The back wall is filled with whips, chains, and all kinds of tools that look like they belong in an archaeological dig up. I see a photo of a woman tied up, suspended from the ceiling. The ropes are wound around her breasts so tight they’ve turned her flesh blue. Surely that can’t be fucking healthy for breast tissue? I fold my arms over my chest, somewhat uncomfortable with what I’m seeing. What the hell does he think he’s actually going to do to me, anyway?
I take out my phone. I’m calling him. I’m not into this. He is not doing that to my boobs. Over my dead body is he doing that shit. I dial his number, and he answers on the first ring.
“Good morning, my beautiful Bree,” his deep voice purrs.
I smile goofily and put my head down so the young guy can’t hear me. “I’m in the sex shop,” I whisper.
“Are you?” He replies sexily.
“I don’t know what bondage is, but I assure you that you are not bruising my boobs.”
He chuckles. “And I can assure you that there will be no marks left behind.”
“Jules, no,” I whisper.
He chuckles again. “Only buy what you’re comfortable with.”
I glance over and see a huge black strap-on dildo. "Fine. I'm going to get a huge strap-on dildo and fuck you up the ass."
He bursts out laughing. “I can also assure you that is not happening. I don’t take it up the ass. Yours, however, is up for discussion.”
“It is not!”
“I’ve got to go to court now, babe. See you tonight.” He hangs up.
I frown. Great lot of help he was. Judge Pervert, that’s what he is.
A young woman comes out from the back room, walking in my direction with a smile on her face. “Do you need some help?”
“Umm.” I frown. “I suppose. I’m looking for something bondage-y that doesn’t look like that.” I point to the photo of the poor woman who has been turned into a rolled roast.
“You’re more of a dabbler, I take it.”
I nod. “Yes. I’m definitely dabbling, but not...” I wave my arms around. “Bruising.”
She narrows her eyes as she looks around. "Okay. Over here we have some really cute black leather lace-up lingerie sets. You could maybe get some handcuffs or something to go with them."
“Yes, that. That I can do.”
I wait in the park for Emerson. It’s Tuesday lunchtime and she is on her lunch break. We haven’t been seeing each other as much as we would like to. Not since she met Alastar and I began sneaking around with Julian. In a bid to solve that problem, I’ve started making lunch for us both on a morning and meeting her here each day.
“Hello, my beautiful friend.” I smile as she drops down onto the picnic blanket beside me. I open her a can of drink and put the straw in for her, passing it over with a smile.
“I’m missing you.” She frowns.
“I know, me too.” I hand her a sandwich.
“How’s work going?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s okay. I don’t really know what I’m doing, though.”
We chew our food. “How’s your spunky boss?”
I smile, I’m going to try and ease her into the idea of Julian and I. “Spunky?”
She watches me, waiting for more information.
“We watched Terminator together the other night.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. The room was dark and the kids were on the floor in front of us.”
She frowns as she chews. “And?”
“He used my foot to wank himself off.”
Her eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. "What?"
“He grabbed my foot under the blanket, and then he rubbed it over his hard cock.”
“Fuck off! He did not?”
I smile; you don’t know the half of it. “Oh, he did.”
She chews her sandwich, her eyes the size of saucers. “What happened then?”
“I let him.”
Her mouth falls open. “I don’t believe this.”
I grin. “He’s so fucking hot.”
“How was it?” Her eyes hold mine. “How’s his dick?”
“Huge.”
She puts her fingers over her mouth in surprise.
“He came.” “He came?” She gasps.
“I felt the jerk, and then the movie ended so he jumped up and went to bed.”
She chews her sandwich slowly, never blinking. “I can’t fucking believe that story. What happened after that?”
“Nothing. He’s just being normal again now.”
“Wow.”
I fall back on the blanket and grin to myself as I enjoy the sunrays on my face. “Yep, I’m officially a foot wanker.”
