Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2)

by Michaels, Megan

  She had a mound of laundry in the middle of the floor that she’d made from all the clothes piled in the closet, along with any random unfolded pieces of clothing that she couldn’t confirm were actually clean. In the process of moving a container, she heard a light thud on the wooden floor of the closet and the tinkling of a metal buckle. She thought it was a belt.

  Upon closer inspection, she realized it was anything but.

  It was a leather collar that was engraved with the word HIS. Inga fingered the letters — the leather was thick but supple and the buckle was silver with a heart shaped lock on it. Right next to the collar was a black leather flogger. She picked it up by the silver, metal handle. Cold. The cold mental handle felt heavy in her hand. A smooth hard ball at the end had her curiosity piqued –she guessed it must have made it easier to hold it with the ball at the end of the handle. It felt heavier than she imagined it would. She wondered running her fingers through the thin leather strands, what it would feel like to have a flogger used on her.

  Now, it made sense. Garrett and Anne must have had a D/s relationship. His “overbearing” personality now clear. As a Dom he would like order and control. Inga smiled. She’d found a house with a Dom. The prospect of a relationship seemed out of the question, but at least knowing the nature of their relationship would help her understand his grief and loss.

  The questions arose in her mind. She’d ask him tonight after the children were in bed.

  * * *

  Garrett shut the light off in Madalyn’s room and made his way to the living room. It would be nice to sit and relax a little. It had been a long day and even though relaxing was what he wanted to do, Inga seemed out of sorts. He hoped everything with the kids had gone well today and that they hadn’t given her any problems. He pulled a beer out of the fridge; opening it and taking a long pull on it. He walked into the living room hoping to ascertain what had occurred today to make Inga so reserved.

  “Okay. Let’s have it. Something happened today, or something should have happened that didn’t.” Garrett flopped onto the couch. “You aren’t yourself. What’s up?”

  Inga was sitting at the opposite end of the couch, nervously playing with her fingernails.

  “W-what do you mean?”

  She avoided eye contact with him as she said it.

  Interesting.

  “Don’t play coy with me, Missy. Something has you concerned tonight. I know the signs — I’ve been married, remember? Spill it.”

  She looked through her lashes at him “Well, okay. I cleaned your bedroom today.”

  “Yep. I saw that. It looks great. And?”

  “I organized your walk-in closet, and I found what I think is Anne’s collar and your flogger.” She wrung her hands, her delicate fingers trembling slightly.

  He took a deep breath before he spoke. He needed to keep calm. She couldn’t have known that all their implements and toys were in that closet — but it felt like an invasion nonetheless.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to clean my room today? I should’ve been informed, or at a minimum you should’ve asked permission to invade my personal space.”

  Her eyebrows furrowed. Apparently, she could flip from repentant to angry very quickly. “Invade? Cleaning your room is invading your space?”

  “Yes. As a matter of fact, it is. You should’ve asked permission first.”

  He leaned forward and put his beer on the table, turning to face her. He made sure his expression was stern. Might as well start as you plan to continue. Wasn’t that how the phrase went?

  “Excuse me? I do not ask permission. And I definitely do not ask permission to clean a room in the house where I’m employed. If there are areas of the house that are off limits or require permission, it’s your responsibility to make me aware, good sir. I don’t read minds, and I refuse to be held responsible for things that are not my fault.”

  “And that’s where we differ. As a new employee, you should be aware that there may be areas of this house or items that are personal and off-limits. I’ll take responsibility this time. But in the future, if there is any doubt, you’re to ask me first.”

  Inga opened her mouth to argue, but. he held his hand up to stop her.

  “I have a question for you, and I want you to answer me honestly. Did you wonder if you shouldn’t go into the closet? Wonder if you should talk to me first?” He raised an eyebrow waiting for a response.

  She pursed her lips, scowling. Inga definitely had some spark in there.

  “Well—”

  “Truth, Inga. Truth.”

  “I did. Okay? Does that make you happy? I did wonder. I thought maybe there might be private stuff in the closet, but I figured I’m the cleaner. I need to clean everywhere.” She stiffened her back and crossed her arms over her chest. “There! Happy?”

  Definitely defensive and angry.

  “No, I’m not happy. Why would I be happy about you ignoring your common sense, and doing something you suspected wasn’t right? You should always listen to that inner voice—it’s usually right. Ignoring that voice puts you at risk. In the marriage I had with Anne, she would’ve been punished for such behavior. Probably with that flogger you found in the closet.”

  Her throat moved as she swallowed hard. Her bright blush flooded up from her neck, tinting her cheeks scarlet.

  “I’ve b-been in a Dom and s-sub relationship in my past. I’m… submissive. I know about punishments, rules, and serving.” She stared at the floor.

  A Sub? I have a Swedish Nanny and Sub in my house!

  “You’re a sub?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “How long has it been since you were in this D/s relationship?” He reached for his beer and took a swig from it, trying to suppress his urge to cheer. Instantly, he felt guilty, as if such thoughts were a betrayal of Anne.

  “I’ve been alone for almost a year.”

  “So, it’s been a while since you’ve had to submit, since you’ve been punished for breaking rules? It’s important that a sub continue with her training.” Garrett took a deep sigh, contemplating how to convey his thoughts. “Annie and I were in a Master/slave relationship. The power exchange went much deeper than what you’re probably used to, and it’s probably deeper than you’re capable of going. Stringent rules were in place, and punishments were swift and hard.”

  “What do you mean ‘deeper than I’m used to,’ and ‘more than I’m capable of doing?’ How would you know what I’m capable of doing? You don’t know! At all. I’m very capable, and I submit beautifully, believe it or not!”

  Garrett’s frustration rose higher, and he was just about ready to put her in her place when Inga snapped her fingers at him. Snapped her fingers! At him! “No! I’m not done yet,” she said, almost shouting. “You seem pretty presumptuous. How dare you decide that I should ask permission before I clean your house — the house you’ve asked me to clean? Second, how dare you decide that I don’t know how to submit, and then decide that I wouldn’t know how to submit as a slave? Maybe instead of telling me that I need to ask permission first before cleaning, you could sit and think about how your authority and dominance — as far as I’m concerned — makes you come off as a pompous, arrogant ass. You might want to work on that in the meantime.”

  She stood up, turning quickly to exit the room, her skirt flouncing up, giving him a delicious view of her bare bottom. A tiny white lace thong huddled between the round buttocks.

  She mumbled something in Swedish, and he assumed by her anger that they were swear words.

  “Dra åt helvete du dum mannen! Dumma arsle!”

  He quickly stood up, grabbing her arm, and before she could protest, he swatted her bottom several times, fast and hard. He spun her around, grabbing her chin and standing nose-to-nose with her.

  “You aren’t my slave or even my sub, but as a submissive who’s under my employ — in my house — you’ll never be allowed to speak to me in such a tone and with such disrespect. If you wish to l
eave, you may do so now. But if you choose to stay in this house, you’ll answer to my rules. You, Miss Inga, need a be reminded what your proper role is .”

  Watching Inga rub her bottom,as she gasped in pain, it was clear that he hadn’t lost his touch. His hand stung, so he was confident that her bottom stung too — even with the protection of her skirt. He guessed her pride would’ve normally prevented her from rubbing, but she couldn’t resist soothing her injured flesh.

  Those beautiful blue eyes were swimming in tears. “That hurt.”

  “I’m sure it did.” Garrett had both hands at his waist. He kept his expression stern even though he wanted to pull her onto his lap and wipe her tears away. “It was meant to. Did it hurt enough that you’ll remember to mind your mouth?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now, I want you to tell me what you just said in Swedish.”

  She swallowed and broke eye contact. “Well, I said ‘Go to hell, you stupid man.’” She peered up at him, wincing. “Then I called you a ‘stupid asshole.’”

  “Unacceptable. The little tantrum you just had — that’s been taken off your options list. If you behave in such a manner again, Missy, you’ll feel my belt on your bare bottom. I may still decide to do it anyway. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Before we go any further, let me clarify what I said, and correct you on some of your points as well. First, don’t you ever snap your fingers at me again. I think shock immobilized me this one time. Trust me when I tell you that the next time I hear the sound of your fingers snapping in my direction, it’ll spur me into action. Your backside will be the target of that action, and you won’t be sitting well when your punishment is over. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “After this little outburst, you definitely need a refresher on any training you may have had in the past. Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough. And I’m sticking with my assertion that being a slave is most likely out of your reach. It isn’t for everyone, Miss Inga.”

  “I know that.” She rolled her eyes and then caught herself, she straightened her back with wide eyes.

  Well, that’s a start at least.

  She continued. “I know it seems out of reach, but at one point submission seemed out of reach also. Isn’t that the point? I mean if it was easy, everyone would do it. I want to try something deeper… and I would like to be a slave to a Master. I know I’ve probably ruined any chance for me to experience that due to my little fit, but really… I want to try it.”

  Is she asking me to train her as a slave? Is this real? I mean do bastards like me get this fucking lucky?

  Garrett took a deep breath as he walked toward her. She swallowed hard, her body stiffening, but to her credit she didn’t back up. She dropped her gaze though, staring at the floor.

  He tilted her head up with a finger under her chin. “Are you asking me to train you as a slave, Miss Inga? I’m not sure I’m qualified. I mean, being a ‘pompous arrogant’ Master and a ‘stupid man’. And what was that I was called? Oh yeah, an asshole — a ‘stupid asshole.’ Someone just recently told me that I need to work on that.”

  “Um. I didn’t… I mean, I just was trying to—”

  “I guarantee, you won’t call me names again. We’ll nip that behavior in the bud tonight, bad girl.”

  The blush rose again on her neck and face. He wondered if it was the same color as his handprints on her bottom, or better yet, if her nipples were the same color.

  Stop thinking about that. Christ, you’ve got a hard on just thinking about her nipples.

  “Very pretty blush, Missy. Want to know what I just wondered?”

  She nodded.

  “I wondered if the color of your blush is the same color as your nipples, or if my handprints on your bottom have the same tint.” He ran his forefinger along her jaw line.

  “I guess we’ll be finding out. Since you just asked me to train you, lesson one of your training — if you agree — will occur tonight. It’ll be for your little outburst, snapping your fingers, and the name calling. I believe a spanking is in order. Don’t you, Miss Inga?”

  Chapter Five

  She took in a shivery breath and couldn’t seem to exhale. Her body stiffened with excitement, anxiety and… what was that? Sexual arousal?

  This man is a widow — you can’t have feelings for him!

  Inga stared at him. She couldn’t get her throat to work, to let the words come out. He’d said he’d be spanking her.

  And he’d just agreed, by the sounds of it, to train her.

  “What happened to the mouthy nanny in my house? Where did the fiery wannabe slave go?” Garrett slid his finger down her neck slowly until it was in her cleavage. Her nipples had tightened, the hard points obvious through the thin fabric of her top, and he stared at them like a predator spotting its prey. His warm, smooth hand cupped her right breast, pulling it free from the confines of her bra while his other hand made a slow, delicious trek down her belly. Her juices coated and seeped from between her nether lips, and she struggled to keep her hips still. All she wanted to do was grind on his thigh until her juices drenched the gusset of her panties.

  As if he’d read her mind, his thigh slid between her thighs, pushing up until her pussy and pubic bone pressed firmly against the hard, muscled plane of his leg. Inga gasped softly, rolling her head back in ecstasy. She didn’t care what he thought at that moment, her thoughts were focused on her clit, the pleasure erupting from that little bundle of nerves chasing everything else away. Her clit begged to be stroked, rubbed and ground against that hard thigh. She rolled her hips, lightly rubbing against him. Her pussy had soaked through her panties by this point and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she found a wet spot on that beautiful, hard thigh wedged between her legs, pressing against her pussy.

  How long has it been since you had sex, Inga?

  He grabbed her head, weaving his fingers in her long hair, fisting it until her scalp burned. The pain only added to her arousal. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, and then he lunged for her mouth. His soft lips melded with hers, his tongue probing her mouth. Both of his hands dropped to her ass, kneading and squeezing, pulling her against his groin. His cock pressed into her belly through his jeans. She rose up on her toes to line up that hardness with her slit, his throaty groan in response melding with the sound of her own keening. Her womb clenched and tightened with need. Her hips convulsed against his hard cock, pressing, swiveling, and then with no warning, his hand slapped her bottom. She instantaneously came, shouting her release, digging her fingernails into his shoulders until the rolling multiple orgasm finally subsided. Still very aroused, he continued to grind his cock upon her sensitive clit.

  While her body shivered with residual tremors, Garrett tucked a hand under each cheek of her bottom walking with her over to the couch. He laid her on the couch, his bulky body pressing her into the cushions, his hips a perfect fit between her thighs. She lifted her hips, wrapping her legs around him, her heels against his ass, pulling him tightly into her, her wet pussy pressing against his hard length. With one tug, he ripped her thong off her body, tossing it over his shoulder.

  “Christ, I feel like I’m gonna burst out of these pants like the Hulk. Are you okay with this? He chuckled and shook his head. “God, some Dom I am. What is your safe word, sweetheart?”

  “Rabbit.”

  Garrett blinked, staring at her for a moment. “Rabbit?”

  “Yeah, if a guy is enough of a douche that I have to safe word, then my Rabbit vibrator is the safest thing for me, right?”

  Garrett dropped his head to her shoulder, laughing with a deep chuckle that warmed her heart. She hadn’t heard him laugh since she’d arrived at the house. It was a comforting sound. Sensual. Warm.

  She knew she needed to make him laugh more. The laugh lines around his eyes belied the serious man she’d seen up until that moment. This was a man who was used to laughing. She needed to br
ing that back.

  “I guess a vibrator would be a safe place and a very appropriate safe word in a bad situation. Anyway. I hope you never have to use that safe word in this house. But if you need to, you don’t hesitate. Not for a minute, not for a second. Punishment for not using your safe word is very serious. Understand?”

  Inga could see the sternness in the set of his jaw once again. This was a man who wanted his woman — well, any woman — safe.

  She nodded back at him.

  “Nuh-uh, that won’t cut it. Not anymore. When a question is asked, your response is what?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’ll use my safe word if I need to.”

  Garrett brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. “Good girl. Very pretty. I like hearing you say ‘Sir’. Now, let’s talk about the uncomfortable state you’ve left me in. I really want to fuck you. Are you okay with this?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Inga giggled as she used her legs to pull against her, grinding brazenly against his cock, reaching around to grab and squeeze his ass cheeks. She wanted those jeans of his off now.

  “Bad girl.” Garrett groaned and pulled up enough to unzip his jeans and pushed them down, his erection finally springing free. He kicked his pants off, giving him the freedom he needed to move upon her just as he liked.

  Inga grabbed his cock, the skin hot and silky smooth against her hand. She gently stroked the length.

  “You’d better let go or I’m not going to last,” Garret said, his voice thick. “It’s been a while for me too, Missy.”

  He thrust into her then with one fluid move. He filled her to the brink of discomfort. It wasn’t just his length — it was his girth, too. He stilled within her, letting her body adjust to him, giving her control of the situation, if only for a moment.