Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Morgan
Sam had been right.
Someone had beaver-dammed her with Master Asad.
They mean well.
But they’re wrong!
“Woah, hey, don’t cry… don’t cry, let’s talk about this… I didn’t mean to upset you.” Master Asad was gripping the steering wheel so tightly, she almost expected it to creak.
Reaching up, Morgan dashed the tears away from her eyes. She hadn’t realized she’d teared up. Crying was not something she did outside of a scene, but she was so… so…
“I’m not upset, I’m pissed!” She was so angry, it was leaking out her eyeballs, which was unexpected.
Mistress Julie would call it an overwhelming response to new emotions. Morgan hadn’t been allowed to be angry for basically her entire life, but she could be angry now.
It didn’t feel good. She didn’t like it.
She felt like hitting something. Hurting someone.
Or, really, she wanted someone to hurt her until she could really cry, but apparently, that wasn’t an option right now. Her breath hitched. She was losing the battle to get herself under control, and she didn’t know how to handle it. She’d never lost that battle.
When you feel safe, you’ll also feel safe to express yourself, Mistress Julie’s voice whispered through her mind.
She did feel safe. She also felt out of control, and she knew that’s why she was sinking back into the more familiar mindset of Asad being Master Asad.
Because if he was Master Asad, it didn’t matter what she wanted.
She could cede the control to him, let him decide how the rest of the evening was going to go.
“I take it no one told you that this week was supposed to be platonic?” His tone was dry, but she could hear the frustration laced through it, which was reassuring. At least she wasn’t the only one who was frustrated.
Arms crossed over her chest, as if she could hold in her emotions by sheer physical force, Morgan shook her head, pressing her lips together. Blinking quickly, she swallowed hard.
No, no one had told her that this week was platonic. Her decisions had not only been made for her, she’d also been kept out of the loop. No one had even thought to tell her what they’d decided about her life.
Master Asad sighed and reached over to put his hand on her thigh.
“I’m sorry, Morgan. I didn’t realize no one had told you… They mean well. It’s just that spending a week together can be very intimate and adding sex to that…” He shrugged. “Apparently, there’s a lot of worry about magic penises and vaginas.”
“What?” Bewilderment cut through her anger and hurt.
By the time he was done explaining what he meant, they’d reached the hotel, and Morgan was actually laughing. Her anger wasn’t gone, but it no longer felt as though she was going to explode. It had decreased to a low simmer, bubbling under her other emotions but not boiling over.
“You’ve never heard of magic penises and vaginas, huh?” Master Asad asked, breaking the silence between them. Morgan was staring up at the hotel in front of them. Some of the windows were lit from within, some were not. The setting sun was on the other side of the building, casting them in shadow.
“I don’t read a lot of romance.”
“Why not? It feels like most of the subs at the club do.”
“I don’t think I’m a romance person.” She looked down at her chest. Her fake breasts. “They’re not really written for me.”
“What are you talking about? They’re for women. Usually. Some of the guys are even reading them now, I hear.”
“Have you ever read one?” She wasn’t surprised when he shook his head.
“Well, magic penises and vaginas might be a big part of them, but so are women with fake breasts, and big hair, who wear lots of makeup and dress in sexy clothes. They’re always the villain.
If a woman is described that way, you immediately know she’s going to be trouble for the heroine.
It got depressing, so I stopped trying to read them.
” She’d just started liking herself and the books had made her feel like she wasn’t supposed to like herself the way she was, so it hadn’t been a hard decision.
“Well, if there’s any question, I like your breasts, and hair, and how you dress, and I think you do an amazing job with your makeup.”
“Thank you.” She smiled at him, her spirits lifting a little before they sank again.
She sighed. If she’d ever wanted proof that she wasn’t cut out for romance, the fact that her friends didn’t think she could even go away for a week without setting a bunch of rules around it was a telling sign.
“So… where does this leave us? I thought I was going to truly get away this week, get to make my own decisions, and… I wanted to scene. I thought I was going to get to scene with you.”
“Trust me, it’s not from lack of desire on my part.” His fingers toyed with hers. “I don’t want anyone pissed at me, though. Patrick and Lexie especially.”
“How would they know?” The line from the popular app sound fell from her lips, and Morgan sat up.
“No, wait, seriously, how would they know?” She turned to look at him.
The shadows made it a little harder to read his expression, but he looked like he was listening.
“We just won’t tell anyone. No one at the wedding knows anyone back home, right? ”
“Well, there’s a line from Mason to Drew to Patrick…”
“So, we won’t tell Mason. He’s not going to know what we do in our hotel room, alone.” Excitement fizzed through her, along with the defiance she’d felt yesterday. The rebellion.
Everyone thought they could tell her what to do, how to act, what she could and couldn’t do. Not just her parents and Master Jason and Master Richard, but all her friends now. They might have good intentions, but they were boxing her in while telling her it was for her own good.
It was different.
She knew it was different.
But right now, it didn’t feel that different.
The biggest difference was that she felt like she could do what she wanted to do, anyway.
Was part of her afraid that if people found out, they’d be angry at her?
That they’d feel like she wasn’t worth helping if she went against what they wanted? Absolutely. Yes.
It wouldn’t happen if they didn’t find out.
No one needs to know.
Everything hinged on how Master Asad reacted, and right now, he was sitting silently, thinking about what she was saying. He wasn’t convinced yet.
“What was the point of being rescued if I still don’t get to make my own decisions?” she asked a little desperately. He winced. “What was the point of getting away from everyone for a week if they’re still controlling everything I do? I was supposed to be able to think for myself this week.”
“You’re right.” He said it so quickly, and it was so unexpected, for a moment, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly.
“What?” Those were definitely not words she was used to hearing. She stared at him, at his lips, like maybe she’d be able to read them to see if she’d misheard him.
“You’re right.” He nodded his head, obviously having come to some kind of decision. “No one needs to know. And you should be allowed to make your own decisions. If you want a scene, if you want sex, then you should be able to choose that.”
Relief flooded her, along with an odd sense of joy.
She was right. She was right. And he was going to let her choose.
Really choose. Not just a small choice, like what she was going to eat for a meal or what movie she wanted to watch, but a big choice like having sex, even though they weren’t supposed to.
Those small choices had been scary in the beginning, but she was past that now. She wanted to be able to make big choices, like who she had sex with and when. Even if she wasn’t planning on telling anyone about it, she would know.
“Thank you.”
Master Asad shook his head.
“Don’t thank me. That’s a choice you should always have, and I’m sorry I was a part of taking that away from you.
” He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling of the car for a moment, thinking, before bringing his gaze back to meet hers.
“We do need to go over a couple of ground rules, though.”
“Like what?” Did he mean like a contract?
“Like, we obviously both agree we’re not going to tell anyone. Even if you want to tell them that you can make your own decisions, which you can and should, you need to leave out that you made some of your own decisions this week. No matter how mad they make you.”
That was fair. Morgan nodded.
“And we both agree, this is just for this week. Fake relationship, real sex, and it’s all over when we get back to Maryland. And if you start feeling any emotions for me that go beyond friendship, you will tell me, and we’ll cut this off immediately.”
She wasn’t sure exactly how she would tell what her emotions were, but she nodded. They’d had sex in the past and scened together multiple times, so she didn’t see why this should be any different just because it was a week instead of a night. Less than a week now. Five nights.
She’d never been in love before, though she thought she had been with Master Jason.
They weren’t in danger of love at first sight, and she didn’t think five nights was long enough to suddenly go from friendship to a romantic relationship.
At least, not from what she’d observed. Of course, she’d seen it in movies, but everyone kept pointing out to her that those weren’t real life.
They were on a two-hour time crunch to get the characters together, so the timelines were accelerated.
Therefore, she and Master Asad should be fine, especially with established ground rules.
“I’m not worried about that,” she reassured him. “I’m not ready for a relationship. But I was looking forward to practicing this week.”
He flashed a grin at her, looking more like himself than he had since they’d arrived.
“Then let’s go practice, baby.”
Asad
No one had told Morgan. He couldn’t help but be pissed on her behalf. Maybe everyone had assumed she wouldn’t want to have sex while she was away. Or that someone else had talked to her about the rules for the week.
He didn’t know, but it was a glaring oversight, and it made him furious on her behalf.
If anyone found out, this might be a colossal mistake, but he’d never been much of a rule follower.
Morgan was. Since she was looking to rebel a little, he was going to go ahead and enable her.
He would have even if it hadn’t involved getting something he wanted, too.
The fact her rebellion included his cock was just the cherry on top of the sundae.
Of course, since he was supposed to be keeping his hands off of her, he didn’t have his play bag or any of his toys here with him. Which meant he was going to have to get creative.
At least happy Morgan was back. Her entire demeanor had changed between the car and their room, and she was back to the flirty, happy woman she’d been on the golf course. Which meant she was teasing him again.
“Get in there,” he growled, slapping his hand against her butt to get her moving.
The hotel hallway was empty, and he was pretty sure no one he knew was on their floor anyway, but he did get a little thrill out of spanking her in a semi-public place.
Yeah, he definitely didn’t like following rules.
They’d been chafing him, even though he hadn’t realized it until now.
Would there be consequences if they were found out? Yes. But as Morgan had said, how would anyone know?
He’d keep his hands to himself in front of Mason, and he wasn’t going to tell anyone. It didn’t sound like Morgan would, either. They’d spend an enjoyable week together, she’d get to ‘practice,’ he’d get to reward her the way he truly wanted to, then they’d go home, and no one would be the wiser.
Morgan pranced past him, shooting him a little look over her shoulder. Yup, finding out she could get a scene had changed her entire mood, and he couldn’t regret that. While he might not want to be a long-term Dom, the first rule of being a Dom was that the submissive’s needs came first.
She both wanted and needed this. It was his responsibility to give it to her.
Yes, and I’m sure Patrick would buy that line.
Patrick would never know.
“You have been a very naughty girl today,” Asad said with mock severity, stepping through the doorway and closing the door behind him with a satisfying thud.
Morgan’s eyes widened.
“Me, Sir?” Sincere innocence shone from her face and eyes. She was a little too good at that.
“Oh, yes. You’ve been a little cock tease all day, and now, you’re going to pay for it.” He advanced on her, reaching for his belt as he did so.