11. Chapter 11
Mason
I shouldn’t be giving him any rewards before it’s time, but he needs a good dose of kindness. It should also help built trust between us.
Jinx stands on the bathroom rug, rubbing his eyes and yawning as I run the bathwater. I then pour in some of my favorite bubbles. The air soon fills with steam and the scent of eucalyptus, lavender, and tea tree oil. I stand behind him and rub his shoulders.
He leans his head back on me and moans. “Mmm, that’s nice.”
“Your shoulders are stiff.”
“Life of living tensely. Shoveling manure from the stables doesn’t help.”
“It’s made you strong.”
Jinx is more defined than I am. I try to work out, but I don’t always have the time. Still, I eat healthily.
“I used to be so skinny. Tito barely fed us to keep us thin and boyish.”
“No doubt it was easier to subdue you.”
“No doubt. Since we met Julien, he’s made sure we always eat.”
“He sounds like a good man.”
“He’s the best.”
Once the tub is full, we climb in. I sit behind Jinx, and he sits between my legs. The tub is huge, big enough to accommodate us both.
I reach for the handheld shower and wet his hair. Jinx leans his head back and closes his eyes. “I already washed my hair,” he says.
“I know, but this is part of the special treatment, and what to expect whenever you’re good for me. Besides, I enjoy doing it, spoiling my subs, spoiling you.”
“Not complaining. Maybe you should adopt me, Daddy.”
I smile as I lather his hair, digging my fingers into his scalp, massaging it. It pulls a groan from him, and he leans his head back for more.
Jinx’s mood shifts are something I’m going to have to not only get used to but also monitor. He’s going to be tricky once we start.
I work my fingers around his temples, then down to the base of his head, and to his neck.
“God, no one’s ever massaged me. How have I been living this long without it?”
“You can hire people to do that for you, too.”
“No way. This is what I want as a reward.”
“You got it.”
There’s something to be said for simplicity. Sometimes those little things make us the happiest.
After I rinse his hair, I apply some conditioner and continue working over his scalp.
Jinx is bent forward now, head down, but his body is absolutely relaxed. I enjoy giving rewards as much as I enjoy doling out punishments. It’s all pleasing to me.
Ghosts try to intrude, but I don’t let Jude rule my thoughts, shutting out the noise and just enjoying molding Jinx like clay.
I rinse his hair a second time, and he rolls onto his side, leaning against me. I want to bathe his body, but he looks like he’s about to pass out. He yawns loudly to prove my point.
“Come on, Precious. Let’s get you out of the tub and dry off.”
“Can’t I just sleep in here? I’m so comfortable.”
I chuckle and kiss the top of his head. “No.”
“Did you know I used to have pink hair?” he drawls.
I laugh softly again at the random thought. “I did not.”
“Yep.”
No elaboration. No story. Okay then.
I lift him to sit up and get out of the tub. I quickly dry off and then help him out.
He sways on his feet as I run the soft towel across his skin, then roughly dry his hair.
“Did you enjoy tonight, Jinx?”
“Mm-hmm… So much.” He yawns once more. “God, why am I so tired?”
“It’s been a heavy day.”
“Yeah…”
Once he’s dry, I carry him in my arms and bring him back to bed. There don’t seem to be any wet spots, so I lay him down.
I get under the blankets with him, covering us both. He curls right back into me like a gravitational pull and is out like a light.
The situation with Jinx is far more complex than I anticipated.
I knew he’d have an emotional response, but not as he had earlier.
Decades of pain exploded out of him. I’m not sure if I did the right thing, but for now, he’s calm and sleeping in my arms. His fingers are curled into my chest, and his breath is puffing on my skin as he snores lightly.
And when I called him precious, he was in complete denial. He fights off any sort of kind words. He probably doesn’t trust them. Or he hates himself. I truly hope it’s not the latter.
It took all I had to keep my hard-on and not stop while making love to him. He needed some tenderness… I think. But it was damn triggering. The last time someone melted down like that was when Jude did. This time, I’m not turning away from Jinx. He deserves more than that. So did Jude.
I kiss his head, and he stirs against me, but doesn’t roll away.
Soon, I find myself exhausted. It’s been a very long weekend.
My eyes blink open to gray skies again. I didn’t get enough sleep last night, so my eyes are burning and my head hurts a little. Two nights without much sleep will be hard on me. Perhaps I should invest in blackout curtains.
I’ve always loved the panoramic view surrounding my home, and I’m such an early riser, but now I regret not closing the curtains.
I’m also cold. I reach around to find Jinx missing. Judging by the lack of warmth, he’s been up for a while.
I reach for my phone to see that it’s after ten in the morning. My heart races, and I bolt upright. Ten? I’ve never slept past seven. Jesus. No wonder Jinx is up and about already.
After I use the restroom, brush my teeth, and get dressed in sweats and a T-shirt, I go in search of Jinx. As soon as I’m downstairs, I’m hit with the scents of coffee and eggs.
When I enter the kitchen, I’m hit with a perfectly smooth, round, and bubbly ass. Isn’t he cold?
He must sense my presence because he turns around and gives me a beaming smile that nearly stops my heart. He’s clearly feeling better. In fact, he looks completely refreshed, with bright eyes.
“Morning! I hope you don’t mind me snooping around your kitchen so I can feed us,” he says, moving around as if he’s lived here all his life.
He opens the fridge, bends over, exposing his hole.
I swear to god, he’s doing that on purpose.
When he keeps rummaging around, I know he is.
“The horses have already been fed and taken care of.”
“That’s kind of you,” I say, stalking toward him. When I stand behind him, I tilt my head and slide my finger between the crease of his cheeks and graze it over the rim of muscle. He freezes for a second, then pushes out for more.
My cock responds happily, but I’m not going to fuck him. We are officially on the Dom/sub clock now. It’s what he wants, so he can have it. Hell, it’s what I want, too.
I slip my finger inside him, pull him upright, and shut the refrigerator door. “How is it possible for you to be sweet, helpful, and a brat at the same time?”
“It’s a gift,” he retorts, but he can’t hide the breath that escapes him.
“It certainly is.”
With my free hand, I cup him between his legs. He’s rock hard. I tug and tease his length. He’s not the only one who can torment. “Are you tempting me, brat?”
A groan slips out of him. “Is it working?”
“No.”
I keep working on his cock enough to get him worked up, then I remove my hands and step back.
He rests his hand on the counter to hold himself up and drops his head. “Ugh, no fair.”
“Naughty boys don’t get to come. Now, pour me some coffee, and make it just the way I like it. Then, bring me my breakfast on the enclosed porch.”
“I thought you weren’t going to call me boy,” he says as I’m walking off.
I stop in my tracks, but I don’t turn around. “When you’re being a bratty imp…” I leave and enter the enclosure. It’s cold in here, so I start a fire.
I sit on the cushioned chair, staring out at the landscape before me. It looks like it’s going to snow again. I should be taking Jinx home, but I’m not ready to let him go yet. Hell, I haven’t even checked to see if the roads are clear.
It’s been a fucking interesting weekend. Hard, intriguing, grueling, sexy, and fun, all at the same time. Jinx is a disaster, beautifully so. We can be disasters together. Having a relationship with Jinx is going to be interesting, putting it mildly.
A couple of minutes later, Jinx walks in, carrying my coffee carefully. I’m chanting in my head for him to spill it just so I can spank him, but he doesn’t. He sets it on the table next to me. I lift the mug and take a tentative sip. It’s perfect.
Jinx stands there, in the full glory of nakedness, with his arms behind him like a soldier. His cock is still hard, though not as much as it was. “Anything else, Daddy?”
I set down my mug and snatch his cock, tugging him forward. “I’m sure I asked you to bring me my breakfast.”
He gasps and swells again, his eyes shimmering from blue to black. “Yessir.”
When I let him go, he runs off.
Yep, whenever he’s here, I’m definitely going to keep him naked. Part of me wants him here all the time, but he has a life outside of mine.
When he returns, he hands me a plate filled with fluffy scrambled eggs, two sausage links, buttered toast, and slices of strawberries. He also puts down a tall glass of orange juice next to my coffee.
“This looks delicious, my pet.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I take a bite of the eggs, surprised to find they’re mixed with melted cheese. “Where did you learn to cook?”
“We taught ourselves.”
“Good job.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He stands there as I eat, saying nothing, being the angel that I know he isn’t. I take my time, testing his patience. So far, so good.
I watch him shift from leg to leg out of the corner of my eye, but he doesn’t complain. I don’t look at him as I finish my meal. When I’m done, I put my plate down and drink the rest of my coffee and orange juice.
I say nothing, my hands across my stomach, and my ankles crossed over each other, fully satiated as I stare out at the beauty of nature.
Any second now…
And… right on cue, he whines. “Mason!”
I suck in my lips to keep from smiling and look at him, finally, his arms folded at his chest. Like the last time, I snatch his arm and pull him over my knees.
“I am either sir, Mr. Vitali, or Daddy. I am never Mason unless I allow it.” He squirms over me, and I pin his arms back with one hand at his wrists. “And you failed my patience test.”
I slap one ass cheek hard. Redness in the shape of my hand appears on the pale flesh. Fuck, I love that. I love marking my subs. It’s beautiful.
I smack his other cheek, and he moans, and his cock presses hard into my thigh.
Perhaps I should find a different sort of punishment for him.
He seems to enjoy the spanking too much.
Hell, I enjoy it too much. I’ll keep on doing it because it’s one of my favorites, but I’ll discover other ways. Denial seems to work well on him.
After a few more spanks, I help him stand.
“What do you say?” I ask.
“I’m sorry I was a brat, Daddy.”
He’s not sorry at all, judging by the gleam in his eye, but I let it slide. I want him to enjoy this as much as I do.
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Yessir.”
“Good. Please clear the dishes, clean the kitchen, make the bed, and pick up in the bathroom. Everything should be spotless. When you’re finished, please brush your teeth and come back down.”
As he runs off, I say, “And no masturbating. No touching your cock at all until I permit you to do so. That includes when you’re home, away from me.”
His jaw drops, and his shoulders sag. “Yessir.”
“If you do a good enough job cleaning up, I’ll let you sit on the floor next to me.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”