Chapter Twelve
Her stomach twisted and fluttered. She watched and waited while Master snoozed in the chair at her elbow. The show they’d done the night before had run late, and the drive back from New York City had been bumper to bumper. He didn’t see what the big deal was, but it wasn’t his life that was being turned completely upside down.
Finally, they were summoned and the flight attendant checked their ID – and checked out Master. Spider gripped the flight attendant’s hand, looking frightened, tousled. His face was dirty. The pants he wore were too short and his raggedy bear had one button eye that was dangling precariously.
“Hey, big guy!” Master thumped him on the back and Spider dodged behind the woman, staring at him with round eyes.
Saya got down low, made a face, waved and scrunched her nose. The attendant urged the boy toward Saya, seeming to decide she was the safer bet.
“Hi Spider, I’m your Auntie Saya.” She held out the little stuffed dog she had bought him at a shop in New York. He took a few steps toward her and held out his hand for the toy. Without asking for more, she handed over the dog. “Where is his luggage?”
The woman shrugged and pointed at the toddler backpack on his back. It was the size of a lunch bag.
What on earth? Master’s sister, Bronwyn, made decent money. Why was her boy so unkempt?
With his big blue eyes and shaggy blond hair, the similar bone structure, there was no question that the boy was related to Master. Whether the personality was similar when the boy was more comfortable with them remained to be seen.
“Let’s go to our house, Spider. We got a tent for you to sleep in and set it up in our living room. It’ll be like a camp-out!”
He nodded, unsmiling, and went to her. When she took his hand, he allowed it. Master smiled at her and she was pleased to have pleased him.
“Are you hungry?”
Spider shook his head no, and looked over the dog she’d given him. “He’s small.”
“Yes. I thought you’d like a little puppy to take care of.”
“He looks sad.” He frowned.
“You think so?” She followed Master through the airport, glad he remembered the way to the SUV. Spider clung to her like he’d been clinging to the flight attendant, as though he was afraid the crowd would sweep him away if he let go.
“Uh huh.” He slowed for a moment to look at a display of candy bars.
Saya had the urge to buy him one, but decided he probably needed a meal first. They were going to be driving for ages to get home, and giving him chocolate now might upset his stomach.
“Does stuffy dog miss his mom?” Saya asked.
Spider’s eyes were serious. “No, he misses Alexandra.”
“Who’s that?”
“Alexandra is my cat. She’s white and fluffy. Sometimes she sleeps on my bed if I stay real still. I hope Mommy remembers to give her food. That’s my job.” He tripped and would have fallen if Saya hadn’t been holding his hand.
“New shoes?” Master asked. Those looked new, at least.
Spider eyed his uncle cautiously. “Yes. They were supposed to make me run faster, but they make me trip. They’re way bigger than my last ones, but they don’t squish my toes.”
Master’s gaze met hers and they exchanged subtle smiles. Chatty little guy.
They made it to the SUV and the fuss Saya was expecting Spider to make over the vehicle never came to fruition. The car seat they’d bought had been installed, but it still took a few minutes for them to figure out how to tie him in. It involved the child showing them how he figured it worked, and Saya reading over the instructions again.
At the next McDonald’s, they stopped for lunch. Spider wolfed down his food, but was hesitant about playing in the playland. Eventually he went. Saya and Master watched him through the glass viewing window.
“He doesn’t look very tired. Do you think he could manage a quick trip to the mall?” Saya asked.
“Why?” His eyebrow quirked. He probably thought she was crazy for suggesting a shopping expedition with a kid they didn’t know.
“I looked in his backpack. There are two changes of clothes in there and they’re both worn out and too small. The socks look like they’re for a baby.”
“You think maybe she didn’t have time to do laundry or something?”
The clothes, the coat, the teddy bear, the hair? The too-big shoes? Two changes of clothes for two weeks? Chances were this was most of what the kid owned. It wasn’t like she and Master lived high on the hog, and she knew it was bad to raise kids to be materialistic, but this little guy needed clothes. She’d be darned if he was going to live under their roof for two weeks wearing rags.
Ramsay brought the boy to the bathroom when he asked, then they hit the road.
“Can you believe he didn’t know how to pee standing up? Didn’t take him long to figure it out. Smart kid.”
“He’s a urinal savant?”
“You betcha. No Cheerios required.”
“Bronwyn might not thank you when he goes home. He’ll be peeing all over their bathroom floor.”
“Uncle’s prerogative.”
Traffic was light and they got to the mall quickly. When they went into the department store, Master popped Spider into a cart and they headed straight for the children’s clothing section.
“What are we doing here?” Spider looked around curiously, clutching his bear.
“We’re going to buy you some clothes for while you visit, okay?” Saya stroked his hair, unable to stop herself. He was too adorable, like a mini Ramsay. Would their babies look like him if they were ever blessed with any?
He accepted the affection from her and shrugged. “These pants are only tight when I tie them.”
“Yes, but you don’t have enough, so we’re going to get you more.”
Spider frowned at her. “Wasting money isn’t good. Kids grow fast, you know.”
“Who told you that?” Master laughed. She could tell he wasn’t amused.
“Mommy.”
Master grunted and started looking at clothes. A young woman was stocking shelves and he beckoned her over. She blinked for a second, but obeyed, probably wondering why she was doing it.
“How do I know what size to buy him? These can’t be waist sizes.” He brandished a pair of jeans at her. “He’s had a long day and I don’t think he wants to start trying shi– things on.”
The worker smiled up at Master, and Saya wondered if she’d try to touch him. A lot of women found excuses to lay their hands on him in one manner or another. She loved ribbing him about it later. “Hm. I’d say he’d fit in a size four.”
“Oh, he’s almost four. Is that how it works?”
“Not necessarily, Sir. My sister’s boy is four and he wears a size six.”
“Okay. Shirts too?”
“Yes, Sir.” She simpered up at him. “If you need help with anything else, just let me know. I’m Serena, by the way.”
Serena held out her hand and Master shook it, looking bemused. When she wandered off, Master looked at Saya. “Friendly girl.”
“She wanted you to do her over the t-shirt display.”
He barked a laugh and covered Spider’s ears. “Behave, girl. The boy doesn’t need to be repeating things like that.”
“You almost said the impolite word for poop... Ramsay.” He’d told her to call him by name when Spider was with them, but it was difficult.
Master dropped his hands from the child’s ears. “I did, didn’t I?”
“We need to practice. That’s all.” She looked over some t-shirts and held up the ones she liked one at a time so that Master could nod or shake his head. The ones they agreed on went in the basket. Spider laughed and burrowed into the clothing they threw in, like a puppy in a blanket.
Master shifted a subtle hand behind her and pinched her ass. “I’ll show you something else we need to practice.”
“That’ll have to wait until after someone’s bedtime,” she said archly.
He groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face. Master wasn’t used to waiting.
T-shirts, jeans, a jacket, some pajamas, all went into the cart. They picked up a toothbrush, children’s toothpaste, and baby shampoo on the way to the shoe section.
When they measured his feet and it turned out his shoes were two sizes too big.
“What the hell was she thinking?” Master shook his head, looking disgusted. Spider had a serious dialogue going on between the bear and the dog and wasn’t paying attention to the big people.
“Maybe they were on sale. A lot of people buy kids’ clothes that they can grow into. She’s probably just careful with her money.”
Master grunted and tapped the boy on the shoulder. “Which pair of these do you want? This pair lights up when you run? Or this pair with the lightning bolts?”
“I get to pick?” His eyes were wide and he looked up and down the aisle with more interest than he had previously.
“Yes. Anything you want, as long as it fits properly.”
Spider’s gaze settled on something a good distance down the aisle. A broad grin spread across his face. “Those! Can I have those?”
Saya looked to where he pointed and her heart sank. Saying no to him this early in the relationship seemed mean, but this choice was not going to fly with Master.
He strode over to where Spider had pointed and grabbed a pair off the shelf, coming back to hold them out to the boy. “These purple ones? They have butterflies on them.”
“I like butterflies. They’re pretty.”
“Come here.” Ramsay lifted him out of the cart and pretended to fly him to a bench. “Let’s try them on to see if they fit.”
“Master,” Saya whispered as the boy stomped around in them, watching them light up. “What if the other children make fun of him? He’s only going to be with us for two weeks, but there’s the park. Then there’s preschool or daycare when he goes home.”
Master gave a one shouldered shrug. “Everyone gets made fun of for something. I don’t think other kids his age will even care. The way things are now, I doubt even the adults will say anything much. This isn’t the 1950s. If it happens, we’ll tell him how to deal with it or buy him new shoes – whichever he prefers.” He threw Spider’s other shoes in the cart and they headed for the front of the store.
At the checkout, the boy stared longingly at the candy bars, but said nothing.
“You want one of those?” Saya asked. Maybe letting him have chocolate was a bad idea before the drive home, but it was cute that he was too polite to say anything.
Master grabbed a chocolate bar and put it on the counter. “I’m getting a Butterfinger and I bet Auntie Saya will pick a Milky Way.”
The boy scanned the display, avid but looking confused. “I don’t know.”
“Are you allergic to anything?”
“No. Spencer is allergic to oranges, but not me.”
“Who’s Spencer?”
“My friend at daycare.”
“Mm.” Master threw another Milky Way onto the counter and picked Spider up. “I think you’ll like that one. If you don’t, I’ll eat the rest of it. We have to take your new shoes off for a minute so we can pay for them, okay buddy? We’ll put them right back on after.”
“Okay.”
Saya pulled the shoes off of Spider’s feet and the woman at the check-out smiled at him.
“You look like your daddy!”
*
“Goodnight.” Spider crawled into the little tent they’d set up in the living room without a backward glance.
“Oh, you’re going to bed now?” She and Master went over and crouched down to look inside.
The boy had slid between the sheets already and was arranging his bear and his dog to make sure they were tucked in.
“You don’t want a hug goodnight or a story or something?” Saya was at a loss. Her parents had been very demonstrative and she couldn’t remember ever going to bed without a hug and kiss. Bedtime had always been a big production. Spider didn’t seem to want anything from her.
“I’m not a baby anymore. I can put myself to bed.”
She and Master glanced at each other, and her heart broke a little.
“Can I have a hug at least? I won’t sleep well if I don’t get a hug.”
“You’re silly, Auntie Saya.” He crawled to her and gave her a hug.
“If she gets a hug and I don’t, I’m going to pout.” Master crossed his arms. The boy hugged him too.
“Don’t pout. No one wants to see that,” Spider told him sincerely.
Saya smothered a laugh and Master made a choking noise.
They wished him a good night and reminded him they’d be in their bedroom. Saya flipped on the light in the entryway so that the living room was vaguely illuminated.
The two of them retired to their room, closed and locked the door, then changed into the unfamiliar pajamas that they’d bought for this visit. The sight of Master’s broad chest rising out of the Homer Simpson PJ bottoms made her laugh.
“They’re not me?” He turned for her.
“You make anything look good, Master.”
“Mmhmm.” He threw himself into bed then looked over her new sleepwear.
“Checking you out when you’re in that nightgown makes me feel dirty.”
She brushed a piece of lint off of her full-length white flannel. It had a high neck and long sleeves, and several pink bows. It would have been right at home in a Jane Austen novel.
At the foot of the bed she stood and waited for his command, although part of her just wanted to crawl in and go right to sleep.
They’d settled Spider in when they got home, then took him to the park, to the ice cream parlor, then back home. Saya was exhausted. It wasn’t that the boy was difficult or contrary – he was almost creepily well behaved. It was just much harder being attentive to the needs of two people instead of just one. She was afraid that Spider would be unhappy and not mention it to them so she kept trying to read his expressions.
Master frowned. “Is it just me, or is it odd that he’s not at least a little upset? He doesn’t know us at all and he’s not crying for Bronwyn, just a bit worried about his cat. I was expecting something by now.”
“At the park he told me that she works a lot. He goes to the overnight daycare.”
“She has an office job. How often can she be working through the night?”
Saya shrugged. “We’re not in her shoes. Kids are expensive to raise. She’s doing what she has to. If she knew where Spider’s father was, maybe she could get some child support.”
“Jeremy could never hold down a day job long, from what she told me. Not the best choice in a co-parent, but they made a cute kid at least.”
“If she’s paying for that much daycare, no wonder she has no money to buy him new clothes.”
Master rubbed his eyes then snapped his fingers and pointed at the bed. She crawled up and knelt where he’d indicated, struggling to work around the cumbersome nightie.
“Our mother raised Bronwyn and me by herself. She did a great job. Maybe there wasn’t always someone home, but we never wore rags. I’m sure the diner didn’t pay better than Bronwyn’s corporate job.”
“Maybe she’s too busy to go to the mall?”
“Whatever. I don’t know. I’m going to give her an earful when she calls to check on him. She needs to get her priorities straight.”
She couldn’t think of anything to say. Master and his sister had always had a difficult relationship from what he’d told her, and he’d never been interested in Saya’s advice on the subject.
“We’re sending him home in two weeks and I feel like I’m going to need to check up on things, you know? Maybe for his birthday and Christmas we’ll have to send clothes along with the toys. And speaking of toys, we need to get him some. There’s nothing here for him to play with other than us.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Take that ridiculous thing off so I can see you.”
Shimmying the thing up over her head was easier commanded than done. She’d fumbled with the silly buttons on the back of the neck, but it was still like trying to escape from a strait jacket. Why had she bothered putting it on? They rarely went to bed without having sex first.
When she was nude she knelt back in position.
“Present.” He leaned up on one elbow and watched as she put her hands behind her head and spread her knees wide.
Master was close enough that she could feel his breath tickle the naked flesh of her breast, but he didn’t make physical contact. She anticipated the feel of his hands, but he just looked, watched. For a moment she had the urge to ask for his touch, but that was rude. Slaves waited for their Master’s pleasure, they didn’t direct. She looked at him, knowing he didn’t like for her to look away.
Where she had been tired before, her senses were now wide awake.
Hopefully they could figure out how to stay quiet so they didn’t wake the boy.
*
Spider practiced the letter S. Half were still the wrong way, but he’d gotten the idea and was holding his pencil properly now. She’d read him stories. He told her a lot of adventures that he had with Alexandra, his cat, the retelling of which made his bottom lip quiver sometimes. They’d sang songs, glued macaroni to construction paper, colored, did dot to dot. They’d gone to the park, too. She decided at lunch time, when he helped her make sandwiches, that if she and Master ever had children there was no way she was homeschooling. She was exhausted.
At least Master had come home at lunch, so she’d felt okay taking a shower. Could you shower and leave a three-year-old watching television or something?
They’d gone out for school supplies and toys the day before. Shopping for toys with a child who kept balking and saying toys were expensive was interesting. They’d had to watch him and guess which ones he actually wanted.
Now she waited, like she always did, for the door to open and her life to walk in again. Not being able to greet Master properly was irksome and the feeling gnawed at her. He didn’t expect it of her, but it was their way. All of this made her re-examine what they did together. There had never been any question in her mind that they’d eventually have children, but having Spider with them showed her how it would be impossible to maintain their current way of life. She had to watch how she addressed him in front of the child, she couldn’t kneel, she wore clothes all day – the worst was having no sex at lunch. It was dreadful.
But the boy, himself, was sweet, if a bit odd. He was too old for his age, and too concerned with things he shouldn’t be thinking of. Spider often went into the pantry, browsing through the cans and suggesting what he could make for supper. He knew how to use the can opener, and was tidy when he did things like pouring his own milk and cereal. When he was done he insisted on washing his own dishes. Shouldn’t a child his age be relatively irresponsible? Before they went out, he would open the front door and look outside so he could decide whether he should bring a jacket. He was always surprised when Saya made recommendations about his clothing and thought it was odd when she explained she would be making supper for them every night.
The key turned in the lock and her heart hammered in her chest. A need to be kneeling in her place drove her anxiety through the roof. She ran to the door and stood where she usually knelt, her hands twisting together. Master entered, kissed her lips and winked. He didn’t look angry, of course, but she was disappointed in herself for not coming up with another way to greet him that wouldn’t look peculiar to a child. Master’s Uncle Donny walked in on his heels, hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
“Will you stay for supper, Uncle Donny?”
“No, Saya. I just dropped by to see Bronwyn’s little guy. I’ve never seen him other than in Christmas cards, and she didn’t send one last year.”
Ramsay looked over Spider’s work and preened. “Those are excellent S’s.”
“Some of them are backward, but I never know that will happen until they come out of my pencil.”
“Writing gets easier, Spider. You just need practice. We all have to practice something.” He tousled the boy’s hair. “This is our Uncle Donny. He’s your grandma’s brother.”
Spider eyed him and grinned. “Your eyebrows look like hungry caterpillars.”
“You don’t say!” Donny said incredulously.
Master’s laugh boomed in the small apartment, making Spider look wary. He went on anyway.
“They’re funny. I hope I have eyebrows like yours when I’m an old man.”
Uncle Donny patted the boy on the head and looked at Master wistfully. “I wish your Aunt Emma and I had some grandkids, but I don’t know if it’ll ever happen. Jenny is so busy being a lawyer that having a family hasn’t been a priority for her. Don’t get me wrong – I couldn’t be more proud of her – but proud doesn’t make you laugh like this.”
“It’s too bad Mom doesn’t live closer to Bronwyn. She’s so busy with the boyfriend, though, that even if she lived next door she probably wouldn’t have time to help out.” Ramsay grimaced. “I’m a fine one to talk, though. First time I ever laid eyes on him was the day before yesterday.”
Saya washed some fruit and cut it up, then brought it to Spider in a bowl with a little fork. He’d started coloring and wasn’t paying any attention to the adult conversation.
“Well, this will be a good time to get to know each other, then. It’s nice that Auntie Saya is home to watch him. If you two need a sitter while he’s here, you let us know. It’d be fun to have him running around our place, and I know you probably have practices and shows lining up for that heavy metal thing you’re doing.”
“Thanks, Donny.” He offered the man a soda, which was declined. “Hey, what’s going on with the upstairs apartment? Did that woman ever pay the back rent she owed you?”
“Nope. She called a few days ago and told me she wasn’t coming back and didn’t have the money to pay me. I have to go in and see if anything needs doing before I put it back up for rent.” He sucked at his teeth. “Never saw her move much in there, so I’m guessing it won’t be long before I can list it again. I’ve never been able to rent that place long. It’s a shame – nice apartment, but the location is shit... er... unpopular. Are you sure you two don’t want it? I know you said it’s too big for you, but there’s three bedrooms. It could come in handy when you decide to have your own rugrats. I’ll give you a deal just so I don’t have to keep trying to find responsible tenants. Give me a hundred dollars more a month to cover the bills and I’ll let you have the whole building to yourselves. Saya could have her dance studio downstairs or you could set up your band equipment.”
“A hundred more? That’ll barely pay the utilities.”
Uncle Donny rolled his eyes. “I don’t really need the money for anything. The shop is booming, Aunt Emma makes good money at the hospital, we have no grandkids to spoil. You’d be ridding me of a hassle, really.”
Master settled in his chair and Saya was disappointed she couldn’t sit in his lap or kneel at his feet like she usually did. “You’re crazy. We’ll take it if you’re serious, but talk it over with Aunt Emma first and make sure you’re not going to end up in the doghouse.”
“Just because Saya wears the pants in your relationship doesn’t mean that life is the same for other men.” He winked at Saya. “She’s quiet, but I can tell who’s really in charge.”
She blushed, knowing that he heard more than he wanted to with his garage so close to their house. If he only knew what kind of naughty pictures Master had taken of her last night. He’d suddenly decided her nightgown was an article of clothing that deserved to be defiled, and he’d put her in all sorts of compromising positions with it yanked up or unbuttoned and falling off her shoulder. Dirty, dirty man.
Uncle Donny left and Master sat to color with Spider. They chatted while he had his snack. Spider told him all about his day, enthusiastic about their trip to the park.
“Too bad there were no big kids there. They were all babies.”
“Most almost four-year-olds are at preschool at that time of day. Maybe we can go again after dinner to see if bigger kids are around. Would that be cool?”
“Yes, cool.” Spider smiled broadly.
Master flipped on the television and quickly changed the channel off of the news. “He doesn’t need to see that,” he murmured to Saya.
“Kids’ shows are on channel sixteen.”
He flipped to the channel and seemed content with the puppets that were dancing around the screen. Spider’s gaze drifted over at the noise and he was quickly very engaged in the song about how to brush your teeth.
“Spider, I need to talk to Auntie Saya for a minute. We’ll be right back.”
Master made sure Spider wasn’t looking, grabbed her upper arm, and marched her into the bedroom. He shut the door and locked it behind them.
“Pull down your pants and lean over the bed,” he whispered harshly.
“But Master!”
“No balking or I’ll beat your ass and you can figure out how to keep quiet.”
She swallowed loudly enough that Master must have heard it. In the next room puppets were singing loudly about why eating vegetables was important.
The button on her jeans staged a rebellion, but after a few seconds she was exposed to him and had assumed the vulnerable position he’d demanded.
A growl. He spat and rubbed a wet hand over her sex, separated her folds and wedged his cock in.
She gasped at Master’s sudden possession, but he grabbed her hips and gave her no time to complain. He withdrew and thrust into her hard. He bottomed out with a grunt and she shuddered as her whole body welcomed his lust.
“I haven’t been inside you all fucking day. I couldn’t wait anymore.” He groaned quietly and swore. “How can you be so tight again already, after everything I did to you last night?”
“You didn’t use me at lunch, Master. You know how my body is.”
He got rough, banging into her g-spot. Saya moaned, then stuffed bedding into her mouth and screamed a few times. The homemade silencer worked. Master came, drilling into her cervix hard enough to hurt, but the soreness when he withdrew was glorious.
“No coming until tonight.”
Saya lay where he’d left her, used and horny. She pulled the blanket out of her mouth and with her tongue she hunted for a piece of lint it had left behind.
A big hand swatted her bare bottom. “How come you could handle that, and you can’t handle me gagging you?”
She stared at the soggy patch on the blanket for a moment. “I couldn’t let him hear me. Poor kid.”
Master’s chuckle was evil and made her blood run cold. “Good. We’ll be using the same gag later then.”
“For when you have sex with me again later?”
“Yes, but also for when I put your butt plug in before we go to the park.”
She yanked her pants back up fast, as though they would save her.
Bastard.
*
She glanced into the back seat, wondering if this nap was going to mess up his sleep schedule. As it was, it felt weird dragging him to practice at a time when most kids were probably winding down for bed. It was the weekend, though. An hour’s practice, tops, and she’d find somewhere for him to sleep. Maybe they should have let Uncle Donny and Aunt Emma watch him, but it felt like it was too soon to pawn him off like that. He was starting to get clingy with them, which was adorable, but a little difficult to get used to.
The noise-cancelling headphones would protect his ears from the high volumes while they practiced, and the second-hand baby monitor she’d bought from the consignment store meant that they could go to different parts of the house if he fell asleep. Winter hadn’t sounded happy they were bringing him, but had agreed they needed to practice. She offered to set up a spare room for him to sleep in after practice so they could talk about the gig offers that Law and Luther had been calling Winter with almost every day.
“Did she call?”
“No, Master,” she whispered back.
Every day he waited for word from Bronwyn. She hadn’t been sure when she was flying home, so the exact day when Spider would be leaving was up in the air.
“She hasn’t even called to check on him. Bron was always a little self-centered, but this is ridiculous. I mean, we didn’t even know him before he showed up here. How does she know everything is okay?”
“Your mother told me you were always responsible, even as a little boy, Master. I guess Bronwyn thinks you’ll figure it out.”
“Even if we had a cell number for her I’d feel better.”
Silence fell between them, and Saya figured he was continuing his rant internally. They tried to be careful not to discuss what was going on where Spider might overhear, but there was only so much privacy nowadays.
“We didn’t have to do this tonight, you know. The Kink Monsters could have survived a two-week hiatus.” Master knew how much harder her life had been over the past week, and did what he could to help, including housework, which she usually refused to let him do. All of her time was going toward homeschooling. Bronwyn hadn’t thought it was a big deal for Spider to miss two weeks of preschool, but Saya worried that he’d be bored if he wasn’t challenged. They could only hang out at the park so much.
If she had a car, she could have brought him into Felix to go to the children’s museum and plan other outings, but there was only so much to do in Cobalt Harbor. Luckily, he loved the beach, which wasn’t a far walk when she put him in the wagon she’d bought at a yard sale. They’d been hunting little crabs and counting shells, learning about fish.
“I know the band could have survived, but I...”
He glanced at her speculatively. “You miss Winter.”
Saya’s cheeks burned. “I miss both of them. We usually hang out with them every day. Not seeing them for a week has been hard.”
“Boy kisses aren’t good enough for you anymore?”
Her jaw dropped and she made an inarticulate noise. “Master, it’s not like that. It’s just...”
In the pause his mouth twisted into a smile he tried to hide. “Mmhmm. Just remember she can’t do the same things for you, princess. You like...male organs...too much to replace me.”
She checked on Spider, but he was out cold, face smooshed against his bear, whose eyes she’d sewn back on properly. A few holes had been sutured closed too. The boy and bear had weathered the stuffy’s operation with a minimum of discomfort. As sweet as he was when he was awake, the child was like a cherub when he slept. Part of her wanted him to go home so her life with Master could get back to normal, but when he did she was going to miss the little guy.
“She could always get a strap-on, Master.” Saya suggested helpfully. It had been a joke just to be a bit of a brat, but now that the thought had come into her mind, the idea of Winter fucking her that way was hot.
“You’re damned lucky there’s a child in the SUV. This is a long, empty highway – plenty of spots to pull over and teach you to watch your tone.”
Master was so fucking sexy when he was irritated. Saya sneaked a hand between her legs and pressed.
“Did I say you could do that?” His voice was dangerous and, if anything, made her want to touch herself more.
“No.” She sighed and squirmed in her seat, but moved her hand away. The plug he’d put in her ass wiggled with her movement and she gasped. This new one felt huge, but Master had told her there was one more size before he’d try fucking her there. She was endlessly pleased that he was being more patient with hers than he’d been with Mack’s. Poor Mack.
She’d been busy this week, but she’d still found plenty of time to miss their...bandmates. She’d had friends in California, but this was different. Being away from her old friends didn’t make her feel so unsettled. At various times during the day she wondered what they were doing, wondered if they had plans to hang out with another couple. Winter and Mack had never played with another couple before, but now that the door was open, did it mean they’d be more likely to seek out other partners? The idea scared her and made her feel anxious and sick. Was this something she could discuss with Master without making him upset? Maybe it was time to make an exclusivity agreement or something. Was that even a thing?
Unbidden, an image of Winter kissing another girl floated into her head. It felt like her heart was being squeezed and for a moment she couldn’t breathe. She had no hold on Winter – she could do whatever she wanted. Even if Master didn’t think talking to them about exclusivity was necessary, Saya couldn’t keep going without that agreement in place. People lusted after Winter just as much as they did after her. They teased each other about it often, but she’d never thought about it seriously. At any given moment Winter could have another girlfriend.
Another? Was she even Winter’s girlfriend?
She hadn’t felt this uncertain since she’d dated Master in high school and girls had followed him around like he was the Pied Piper.