Chapter 33
33
ERIC
As soon as the shock wore off, Clarence took me to the office to fill out the necessary paperwork to promote me to club manager while he keeps his position as director and talent management. Over the next month he is going to train me on all of the ins and outs of the business side of things, but I already know most of it from my almost three years of college.
Letting myself back into Matt’s trailer using the keypad on the backdoor, I plop myself on his bed to contemplate everything. I parked my mini in the yard next to my truck. Something is itching at the back of my mind, telling me to keep it hidden that I’m here. The grin that hasn’t left my face for the last hour turns downright devious as I glance at the clock on Matt’s dresser.
Three forty two.
The class he has with Toby starts at four. Let’s see if I can get him all worked up and make our puppy be naughty…
Kink Manor Queenie:
Can I be teacher’s pet?
Mattie Cakes:
Do I get to put a collar on my pet?
HOLY FUCK!
I shoot up to a sitting position while my dick is trying to reach outer space. I was only kidding, but hot damn, ain’t no way I’d say no to a very visual claim placed by him.
Kink Manor Queenie:
U know what that means?
Don’t tease me
Mattie Cakes:
I know what it means. I want everyone to know you are mine.
I don’t share either
Kink Manor Queenie:
*SWOON*
I was gonna send a naughty pic to distract you for class but you just beat me at my game
Mattie Cakes:
Send it anyways. I need to see my Cutie
Opening the camera app, I take a silly selfie next to the painting I gave him when I was still a kid. I didn’t say it would be a dirty pic. I hit send and collapse back onto the bed in giggles. Imagine him sitting at his desk, fighting a boner in anticipation of a dick pic and then gets that.
Mattie Cakes:.
There’s my Cutie.
Your Mattie loves it. But you’re heading for a spanking if you keep teasing me.
Send me a dirty one for after class.
I want my naughty unicorn
Holy Mary, mother of sweet baby Jesus! That man should not be that sexy over text.
Closing out my text messages, I go to the living room to grab some more sexy panties out of my suitcases. I know I have a glitter rainbow lace thong in there somewhere that will be perfect for Mattie’s naughty unicorn, especially if I have a spanking to look forward to.
That reminds me…
I change my contact name from Kink Manor Queenie to Sparkles the Unicorn. I can’t wait to answer questions on that one later in the KM chat. Story time with Sassy is one of Lucky’s favorite things to do, and Sparkles has a ton of stories that I can tell without feeling sad now that Mattie is back in my life.
Changing into my thong, I go into the bathroom to glam up a bit more. Super Mattie needs his Sparkles. After all, what’s a hero without his sidekick?
Glancing at the clock when I get back to the bedroom, it is now four twenty three. Class is in session for another twenty two minutes, so I fire off three different shots. The full body one was a bit difficult to figure out positioning since I have no clue where my selfie stick disappeared to in my impromptu move, but the other two were easily accomplished.
My phone going off at four thirty surprises me. Matt told me he is adamant about not checking his phone during class. Opening the messages app, I collapse back onto the bed in laughter.
Pan Pup:
What the fuck did you do to my professor?
Sparkles the Unicorn:
I thought he doesn’t check messages during class
Pan Pup:
He doesn’t. But he’s had to adjust himself twice since his alert went off.
I can’t afford to fail this class dude. Can’t you sext him during his other classes?
Sparkles the Unicorn:
Sorry Pup. I’ll keep it to his other classes. Now get off your phone and pay attention or I’ll tattle to the teacher
Pan Pup:
Tossing my phone to the side, I grab the blanket to cover up a bit. I don’t want to have to get dressed just to have Mattie do more work after such a long day. At some point I must have dozed off because I swear I only closed my eyes for a second and suddenly it’s dark outside.
Wrapping the blanket around me like a cloak, I wander to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Mattie offered to close his office hours today to come home right after his class with Toby, but I told him I’d be fine. I can wait until after eight to see my lover. Glancing at the clock on the microwave, I’ve got about an hour to go.
Oooh. He’s got the stir fry noodle thingies. Toby is always hoarding those anytime they end up at Kink Manor. I grab a Korean BBQ one, add water, and put it in the microwave for the required four minutes. It might not be the most nutritious meal, but I missed lunch and need to eat something to take my evening meds.
As soon as the microwave goes off, I grab a fork and head to the futon with my meal. Wrapped up in the comfy blanket, I wiggle in happiness as I pull up Netflix to enjoy dinner and a movie. I just need to get Mattie to invest in some chopsticks for next time. It feels weird eating noodles like this with a fork.
The sound of the backdoor lock beeping has me almost choking on my slurp of noodles. Looking at the clock in the kitchen, I realize Mattie isn’t supposed to be home yet. If that man ditched work after being late, I swear I’ll be beating his ass. And it won’t be a funishment if I have to do it.
Jumping up to rip him a new one, I immediately fall back to the futon in surprise. It’s not Matt. It’s some woman I’ve never met, and she is looking at me like I’m dirt under dog shit.
“Who the fuck are you to be in my fiancé’s home?” she demands of me. “Get out before I call the police!”
Tucking myself into the blanket as much as I possibly can, I try to understand what she said.
“Mattie is at work and didn’t tell me he was having visitors,” I tell her as I try to slide by to get some clothes to put on, but she pushes me back down on the futon. For a woman, she’s got a lot more strength than I was expecting.
“Oh, how cute,” she sneers at me. “Lewis decided to experiment and found himself a pet fag for a few weeks. Well guess what, sweetheart. He doesn’t care about you. He couldn’t even be bothered to give you a real name. So get the fuck out of our home.”
The woman is seriously fucked in the head. I thought my brain was twenty kinds of fucked up, but this lady’s takes it to a whole new level.
“Sylvia, I take it?” I ask her when she turns to head toward the bedroom. I’ll be damned if I let her into the space where Mattie and I made love less than twelve hours ago. “I seem to recall you dumped your Lewis and left him homeless because you weren’t willing to sacrifice even a fraction of your life for him to support his only family. Why do you think he’d take back a selfish bitch like you?”
Her screech of rage is the only warning I get before she pounces on me.