Chapter 18
Ferris
“Harvey screamed at me in the middle of the office today.” I probably should’ve called Master first before just showing up on his porch, but I hadn’t thought about the situation that logically. “He can’t use spreadsheets. That’s not my fault.”
Showing up right after work was probably rude.
“I’m sorry if this is rude.” I actually wasn’t sure how I’d ended up at Master’s house. “I didn’t think this through.”
Master shook his head and mimed his deep breath move. As I obeyed, he nodded. “Good boy. No matter what else is going on, if you need me, you can always come over. If I’m not here, you’ll call me and let me know where you are and what the problem is.”
It definitely came out as a rule, not a suggestion, so I found myself nodding before the words caught up in my head.
“Come inside.” Taking control, Master stepped back from the door. “You’ve got two options. You can kneel for me by the couch or you can go upstairs and sit on my lap in the chair in the bedroom.”
Oh.
Um.
“I don’t know what to do.” That was always a good answer. “I can come inside, though.”
I could do that.
I even took off my shoes without thinking about it.
When I looked up at Master, he did his breathing thing again and nodded slowly. “Can you tell me how you feel about being touched right now?”
That...that was a good question.
“Um, I don’t have an issue being touched right now but I don’t like how I feel.” I just wasn’t sure how to describe that. “I’m very...I’m a lot right now.”
I really hated feeling like this.
“That’s good information.” He wasn’t upset. He didn’t even seem to think I was insane like Harvey did. “Is there anything else I need to know as your Dom?”
Anything else?
Um.
“I don’t know but I don’t think so.” It was the best I could do. “I will tell you if I figure anything else out.”
Oh.
“I’m hungry. I forgot lunch.”
Yes.
He needed to know that because he liked taking care of me.
“Then we’ll handle the Harvey problem and your emotions first, and second we’ll handle food.” His calm tone and slightly exaggerated breathing were very nice.
Too many people didn’t know how to behave.
“Thank you.” Manners. Harvey was an asshole but I had manners. “Sir.”
“Good boy.” He nodded toward the stairs. “Up to the bedroom and take off your clothes.”
Clothes were terrible sometimes.
He was smart.
Following his order, I started taking off my tie as soon as I started moving. I hated ties. Everyone hated ties. Dressing up for work shouldn’t involve ties but bosses liked them.
I’d obeyed very well by the time that I got to his bed where I could set my clothes down. Master was being very efficient too because he had my cage out and something that looked like a large fabric headband set out on the bed by the time my clothes were folded.
“Good boy.” Picking me up, he set me down by his pile and quickly put my cage on. “There we go. Now you look like my boy. I almost didn’t recognize you with a tie on.”
Once I felt like both feet were on the ground, I was going to tell him he was cute.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to need my response yet. He folded my arms over my chest and slipped the black fabric thing over my head.
It was a headband for my arms.
“This is weird.” Maybe? “It’s like a cock cage for me.”
Kind of?
Master nodded then picked me up like I was a toddler and carried me over to his big chair. When I was on his lap, wrapped up like a strange-looking Christmas present, he nodded. “There we go.”
“Yes.” I was there. “What is this?”
Looking down at myself, I studied the weird thing that wasn’t a headband. “It’s soft and...and tight or firm?”
“Think of it like a compression blanket. It’s going to help you remember that you belong to me.” He enjoyed things like that, so his answer wasn’t a surprise. “Take a deep breath.”
I obeyed but it was still weird.
“I feel like I’m in the middle of that Chinese finger jail thing that everyone played with as a kid.
I got one of those when I went to a birthday party one time.
I even got cake and a gift bag. I don’t remember the kid’s name but his mom was named Mary and she was nice.
” She’d even snuck me more tickets from the games so that I could get three toys.
“Should we go on a date to one of those?” Master asked the strangest questions sometimes. I didn’t tell him that but his smile said he probably knew what I was thinking. “A lot of grown-ups do that for dates. I think you’d be competitive but I could beat you.”
“I’d win.” I liked winning. “I...I played that game with the balls where it’s like bowling but smaller. I was good at that one.”
Master grinned and looked like a big kid...a naughty kid. “I’m good at those games where the lights go round and round and you have to slam the button at the right time. Those give lots of tickets.”
“That’s cheating.” Ridiculous. “That’s like the lottery. Only skill games count.”
Everyone knew that.
He shrugged.
That was cheating and he knew it.
“I’m not agreeing with that.” The way he kissed my nose as I huffed said he was going to be cheeky about the whole thing. “The person with the most points or tickets wins.”
“It’s got to be skill games.” Otherwise it wasn’t a competition. “Mashing a button isn’t a skill.”
His grin...
“Playing with your button is going to be a skill you’ll appreciate it.” He laughed when I rolled my eyes. “Yep, you’re going to like my button skill then.”
He was ridiculous.
“I haven’t seen any proof of that yet.” I’d gotten distracted on massage night and we’d never explored my ass. His muscles had kept me slightly preoccupied but he’d enjoyed it and it had ended up being relaxing. “So far my button hasn’t been pressed.”
Ha.
The internet really was helpful no matter what everyone liked to say.
Master laughed and shook his head like I was cute. “Naughty boy. You keep that up and you’ll get your button pressed faster than you expected.”
Really?
“How much more do I have to do to earn that...consequence?” Yes. It wasn’t a punishment so it was a consequence of my actions.
How much more action did I need?
“Oh, challenging your Dom.” He was trying to look serious but he kept smiling as he leaned me back, almost cradling me. “I can’t have that.”
What could he have?
Before I could figure out my question because wording it was proving to be more difficult than I’d expected, he reached for what I thought was a lotion bottle on the table next to his talking chair.
It wasn’t lotion.
Master’s chuckle had me wanting to either squirm or complain or something but he just kissed my head and brought his hand between my legs. “Good boy.”
Oh, I’d spread them.
He was so distracting.
Eventually my body needed to respond to me the same way it did him.
“I...I tried to do that but it...it didn’t work like this.” Just the way he was barely circling my anus sent sparks through me. “I...I think you’re cheating.”
“Your body just knows who you belong to.” As he pushed against the ring of muscles and eased inside me, he made a low, pleased sound. “That’s right. You’re my good boy.”
“I...I’ve been practicing relaxing the muscles.” The internet said that was a good first step for male-on-male anal sex. “I can do that very well.”
I just couldn’t get this feeling.
“You’re right. You’re doing a very good job for me, and if you stay this relaxed, we’ll experiment with your prostate and see how you like it when I play with it.
” He made another pleased hum when I closed my eyes to make sure I would stay relaxed.
“That’s right. Relaxed equals reward and we’ll see if this ends up being neutral or positive. ”
“It’s...it’s positive so far.” Staying relaxed wasn’t easy, though. Somehow I was always tight. “I’ve...I’ve been practicing this week making sure I could do it right.”
Our next date was going to be spanking and ass exploration but I might’ve thrown that plan off.
Master was always prepared and didn’t seem to mind the schedule shift, though.
Based on his sounds, he seemed to be enjoying fucking me with the tip of his finger.
“You’re doing great. Now, stay relaxed and tell me about what happened at work. ”
Shoot.
He stopped.
“Keep going.” Oh. “Um, please.”
Yes, that was better.
“No.” Master didn’t get angry but his voice was firm and his finger stopped. “You got tense.”
Ugh.
Deep breath...relax the muscles...don’t react talking about rude idiots.
“Good boy.” My reward was another inch of his finger and for him to slowly start fucking me deeper. “Now, try again.”
I could do it.
Harvey wasn’t going to make me lose my reward.
“He...he’s rude, so I don’t have to talk nicely about him.
” I wasn’t going to agree to use manners but Master hummed in agreement as he inched his finger deeper.
“He doesn’t understand how spreadsheets work.
He doesn’t. I...I know they’re hard for some people but he changes the formulas and.
..and he just won’t admit he can’t do it. ”
Janet couldn’t do it either, so I handled it and she was polite about it.
Harvey wasn’t polite.
“Not everyone is good at that kind of stuff but he can’t be a dick.” Master kissed my head again, probably because I stayed relaxed. “You’re not mean, though, so tell me what happened.”
“I...I was trying to be nice.” It’d been a struggle. “He messed up the formulas again. All of them.”
I still wasn’t sure how.
“It was going to take at least a few hours to fix it and make sure the numbers were right, so I...I had to tell my boss that the projections would be late.” I reported correct numbers or no numbers.
Being late was terrible, though, so I was always careful to report on time.
“He was very unhappy but I explained clearly and concisely that Harvey had gone in and changed the spreadsheet.”
Master gave me another inch and barely touched my prostate before easing back.
I was going to like having my button pushed.
“You don’t have to take the blame for someone else’s bad decisions or incompetence.” Master was smart to understand that faster than Harvey had. “What happened next?”
“I started working on fixing the spreadsheet. He...he was called into my boss’s office and after a few minutes he came out angry.
” Very angry and he was stomping through the main hallway.
“He came up to my desk and started screaming at me about screwing him over and he...he used words I probably shouldn’t repeat. ”
HR got involved when people used those words.
“You’re doing good.” He thought I was doing so good he finally pushed his finger deeper and did something to make my entire body light up.
Amazing.
“You did it.” He was very good at this. “I...I like this consequence.”
Yes.
This was going to be a top-of-my-list rewards and consequences.
“He used inappropriate language to accuse me of being...well, not neurotypical and with an IQ that is lower than average.” It was hard to translate his screaming into words that wouldn’t get me in trouble.
No one wanted to deal with HR.
“My boss came out and...and basically dragged Harvey away.” While he was still screaming at me. “I decided at that point I was done for the day and then...and then I ended up here.”
I might not have made that decision consciously but it’d been a good one anyway.
No matter what Harvey said, I was incredibly smart.
“Because you knew this was where you needed to be.” Master was so proud of me that he kissed my neck and lit me up again. “Just relax and let me reward my smart boy.”
Me.
I was his and it was time for my reward.