“I think you’re still struggling with the concept of
where you fall in the food chain here, boy.” Jae hissed.
He wrapped his large hand around my mouth and shoved my head backwards against
the couch. “You are my bitch, and you will do as I
say, when I say it. If I spit in your mouth you will say ‘thank you, Sir’,
if I order you to lick my fucking boot, you’ll do it like the eager slut you
are. You will crawl on all fours and beg like a dog if I command it, for you
are my property, and my property will show respect. I’ve
had it with this bratty little attitude of yours, but not to worry, I’ll whip
you into shape here soon, pet.”
I squirmed and whined under his hand; his touch lit me on fire, his words made
me burn, and the deprecative comments were like music to my ears. I moaned
louder, hoping only to communicate every ounce of my desperation to him.
“Look at you…” he whispered, holding my gaze. “So desperate for master to play
with you, it’s pathetic.”
I moaned again, and he smirked, dropping his hand from my mouth. Jae rose to
his feet and checked his watch, then put his hands in his pockets. “Master has
some things to collect, and then he will return. His property will stay put
here, on the couch, eyes on the floor, mouth shut…”
“Yes, Sir.” I chirped. I was dying to know what Jae had planned. It seemed he
had no problem bullying me, and this? Well, it was everything I’d fantasized
about for months now. He turned to leave, and I dropped my gaze to the floor.
I heard his footsteps as he walked away, but then they wavered.
“Master will remind you that you are not to touch anything around you, nor
yourself. Nod once if you understand.”
I nodded once, and the sound of his footsteps quickly faded as he went
upstairs.
The pain in my hand was all but dulled by the oxy and my
insatiable need for this man to fuck me. I could hear him walking around above,
his gate strong and purposeful. That’s when my nerves began to act up.
This was real. It was happening.
I sucked in a few breaths and fidgeted with my shirt, staring at the plush rug
beneath my feet. I was so curious. You can tell a lot about a person by looking
at their home, and I was damned curious about Jae. More than
that though, I had fucking blue balls and I needed out of these jeans; the
pressure was a nightmare! I needed to distract myself somehow, and anyway, how
long was I supposed to wait?
Against my better judgement, I chose disobedience and raised my head barely
enough to use my eyes to scan some of the living room. I was immediately quite
surprised by what I saw. There was a larger, more comfortable-looking couch to
my right, facing the wall where a T.V. was hung, and beneath it, an
entertainment center containing a PS-4, and all sorts of games, some books, and
what looked like some little trinkets, and an engine part of some kind. It
might’ve been a piston, but it was huge, the size of a dinner plate, and I
couldn’t quite picture where it might’ve have come from. I worked on my car
when needed, so I knew a bit about engines, especially V.W.’s, but I had no
idea what this part belonged to.
There were some photographs on the walls of War Birds, like fighter planes from
World War II, and then a vehicle that looked sort of like a tank, but it was in
the water, and there was a guy sitting in a turret flashing a peace sign.
There was one tall shelf in the corner to the left of the television which
contained a few frames, too. I couldn’t see as much detail, but they appeared
to be photos of Jae and maybe some friends while he was in the Navy. I really
wanted to get up to look at them but did my best to resist.
So, he obviously liked military aircraft, and he liked to keep memorabilia
around.
My eyes returned to the games lined up, and I saw familiar names like Dark
Souls, Witcher, Fall-Out, Assassins Creed, War Hammer… I’d never have imagined
Jae playing video games for some reason—it almost seemed too “normal” and down
to earth for the man ordering me around right now, which made me smile. There
was also a record player, sitting on top with the lid open, and a record lying
next to it.
The Smiths.
Honestly, what were the chances? I loved The Smiths. I could see Jae listening
to New Wave shit now that I thought about it; he seemed like he could be the
type. Really then, I knew I shouldn’t continue to push my luck, but I was just
too curious, so I continued to look around, all the while listening for Jae’s
footsteps.
The living room was spacious, and it transitioned into the kitchen seamlessly.
I’d not had the guts to let my eyes follow Jae into the kitchen earlier, so I
made sure to give it a good look. Everything was nice and open, which was
different from Dad’s house. The walls were like a sort of off-white color, but
then I saw the lower cabinets, and smiled again.
Green.
Not just any green, but the most beautiful, deep forest
green. He wasn’t kidding when he said he liked green. I was a lot younger than
Jae, and it was true that things such as cabinetry didn’t generally excite me
as much as it might an older adult, but still. I got the appeal. There were
some plants on the windowsill by his sink, and some hung up above the island as
well, and some Ivy draped over the top of his cabinets—it looked real too. He
clearly liked plants and I found that incredibly sweet, albeit unexpected.
Imagining Jae tending to plants was sort of funny, but very cute all the same.
His house felt lived-in, but again, it was clean. It smelled nice, sort of like
he’d been burning a pine-scented candle or something, and despite his smoking
in front of me just earlier, it didn’t actually smell like he smoked in the
house regularly.
I looked around more. There was the white rug over the living room area where I
sat of course, while everything else appeared to be like laminate wood flooring
or something. Dad’s house was old, so the floors were wooden, and I hated them.
They creaked when I walked around, and he had on many occasions, caught me
because he could hear me on them.
I heard Jae’s footsteps begin to descend the stairs, and I used the last few
moments I had to scan the room one last time. I took it a step further, though,
and turned around to look behind me to see which way the hallway led. That’s
when I saw a surprising photograph hanging on the wall, but I dropped my gaze
to the floor immediately, mind racing. It was a portrait of a baby, and it
looked like a girl. I wasn’t too sure how to gauge how old a baby was, as I’d
never spent much time around them, but this baby looked young. Maybe only a few
months old, and she was smiling. She was wearing a strawberry printed onesie
with a big red bow, and she had strawberry blonde hair to match, with what
looked like brown eyes.
Maybe a niece of his, perhaps? Either way, ridiculously adorable.
Jae hovered there at the last step, I could feel him, and it was as if he were
just watching and waiting for me to disobey.
He then stepped onto the floor and stalked up behind me. I could feel him
hovering there and studying me, then I felt the weight of his hands on both my
shoulders.
“See something you liked?” He hissed.
I felt my face flush, heartrate skyrocketing. How the fuck did
he know I looked? He wasn’t even down here!
“No… Sir.” I mumbled, daring to turn my head to look at him. Jae gave my
shoulder a squeeze and then his hands left me.
“You sure that’s the answer you wish to go with?” He said darkly.
Swallowing hard, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“You…” he purred, “are a shit liar, Lucas Price.” A heavy hand settled
on my head, and he grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head backwards to look up
at him.” You really thought I wouldn’t know?”
I bit my lip and shrugged. “Eh… yes?”
He frowned and smacked me on the cheek. It was firm enough to get my attention,
and didn’t hurt really, although I wished it had. I wanted it to hurt for some
reason, and the very idea made me want to moan.
Jae tightened his grip on my hair and wrapped his other hand around my throat,
squeezing deliciously, and he leaned over to brush his lips against mine. This
time, I moaned. I mean shit, I simply couldn’t help myself.
“You’re a disobedient little fuck.” He bit out. “Master was gone for no more
than a few minutes, but those wandering eyes of yours couldn’t stay put.
Pathetic.” He sighed and brought his mouth near my ear.
“Stealing Master’s cigarettes, texting during class, speaking out of turn,
talking back, ordering me around… consequences, Lucas. Consequences. You’ve
been a bad, bad boy, and you will take your punishment before Master ever
considers pleasuring you.”
I licked my lips and whined. “Just. Play. With. Me.”
He straightened to look at my face and a look of wicked disapproval flashed
behind his eyes. Jae smacked my cheek again. “Play? That’s what this is, Lu.
Why, don’t like it?”
I began to squirm, and he tightened his grip on my hair to keep my head in that
uncomfortable position. “I know you looked and there will be consequences.
Now, I am going to release my pet, and said pet will get on all fours, and
crawl to its master. Understood?”
I nodded and licked my lips, mouth gone dry with excitement. “Yes, Sir.”
Just as he’d said, Jae released me, and I clamored off the couch, dropping onto
all fours. Quickly, I realized there was a problem. I couldn’t exactly put
weight on my bad hand.
“Um, Sir…” I mumbled, daring to look up at him. “What about my hand?”
He smirked.
Well, shit. Alright. After some awkward hobbling though, I managed to move
across the floor balancing on one hand instead and made my way to his feet. He
said nothing for a few seconds, and I began to get antsy. Without a word, he
turned to leave, beckoning with his hand for me to follow.
I did, and trailed behind him slowly seeing that he was taking me upstairs. Oh
my god. What the fuck was upstairs?
“Are you sure you’re not a serial killer?” I chuckled; the question meant more
as a joke than anything. I couldn’t help it, I used humor when I was nervous,
uncomfortable, or excited.
Jae paused halfway up and turned his attention to me. His gaze was flat, but
there was a twinkle in his eye when he spoke. “No, Sadist.”
I felt a naughty little grin curl up at the corner of my mouth, but he said
nothing, only continued back up the stairwell. The silence was killing me. We’d
only maybe been in his house a total of ten minutes, but it’d already felt like
an eternity waiting on him to get his hands on me. Despite the awkwardness of
crawling on my knees with one hand, I did manage, and finally we came to what
appeared to be a shorter hallway, and there were two doors, one directly ahead
and one at the end of the hallway. I followed him, heart pounding in my chest
as we reached that very door.
What lay beyond?
I sucked in a breath, watching with anticipation as he pushed it open. I
narrowed my eyes, catching glimpses of what looked to be a bed as I trailed
behind him…
“Eyes on the floor.” He snapped, shoving my head downwards as I crawled.
Fuck. Just touch me already!
As if he could understand my every inner thought, Jae dropped into a squat and
began playing with my hair, a dark chuckle emanating from his lips. “Would
you believe I was going easy on you right now?”
I shot him an
irritable look and groaned.
He stared me down. “On your feet, but eyes on me.”
I complied, happy to get off my knees, but undeniably anxious to see what
the room looked like. Was it his bedroom?
“Eyes on me.” He said again, but I couldn’t help it, I had to
look… just a peek. It was quick, just a single look out of the corner of my
eye, but apparently my new master would have none of that, and I’d barely had
time to process what it was I’d seen before he grabbed me by the hair and
shoved me onto a bed. Either way, I was pretty sure this was Jae’s playroom.
“You have wandering eyes, but it’s nothing we can’t correct.” He spat,
producing what was certainly a blindfold out of nowhere.
I grinned. “Now, we’re talking.”
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