Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2)

by Michaels, Megan

  Garrett thus far had been a very gifted lover, considerate and skilled. But she wondered if there was more there, the dangerous male animal she suspected lurked under the surface.

  “I’ve heard that women say ‘my battery operated boyfriend is more reliable.’ Is that true?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You’ll never subscribe to that thinking. I’ll make sure of it. You’ll be the voice in a crowd saying, ‘my Master is better and more reliable than a rabbit will ever be.’ Trust me on that, girl.”

  He slid into her, pushing until he was in up to his balls. His moan of pleasure made her sex spasm, his fingers digging into her hips. She knew there’d be marks there tomorrow. The thought of looking at those marks made her wiggle, and she rotated her hips daring him to grip her harder.

  “Hold still, girl!” He slapped her hip twice.

  She struggled against him, intentionally now.

  “Oh! You want it rough girl, do you?” He pulled her hips tight into his groin, pounding into her furiously, punishing her flesh.

  “Oh! Jesus!” She clenched her hands in the bedding, her grip matching the intensity of her excitement. She pushed her hips back, grinding on his cock and hips, his balls slapping her pussy with every thrust.

  “Unnnh! God, fucking you is… incredible. Your hot little cunt is burning me up.” He reached under her to pull her nipples, pinching and rolling them, the pain drawing a hiss from between clenched teeth.

  His soft, warm palms cupped the weight of her dangling breasts, his hands squeezing and pumping them. “Very soon, I’m fucking these big tits. They’re just begging for my cock too!”

  His hand brushed lightly down her belly to her labia, his finger sliding through her slit finding that little nub and Inga trembled at the light stroke around the bundle of nerves. “Oh, Garre — Master, I’m coming!”

  “You better hold back, girl. I didn’t give you permission.”

  “I can’t!” She put the sheet into her mouth, biting down, anything to distract her from the intense pleasure. It was rolling, climbing, seeking and she just knew she was inching toward the edge of the cliff. His cock pushed, prodded, and pounded. The movement caused her nipples to rub against the bedspread, threatening to trigger her climax.

  “Yes! Come, Inga!” He pinched her clit simultaneously with jamming his cock deep. With a guttural groan, he exploded within her, his hot semen finally sending her over the edge.

  She rose up onto her hands, moaning, clenching his cock, milking every last drop of his come. Finally, they both stilled, catching their breath reveling in the sensations. Grasping her hips, he gently rolled with her onto the bed while remaining inside her. His cock pulsed and jerked with the movement, her sex responding with spasmodic squeezes. He pulled her hair off her neck, placing gentle kisses down her neck to her collarbone. When they’d finally cooled down, he pulled the covers up and over them, and they both fell asleep, sated and satisfied.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The following morning, Garrett left to pick up the kids from Grandma’s house. Everything appeared back to normal.

  Realizing he’d gone, Inga got up and walked to her quarters to shower and get herself ready for the day. Still glowing with the memory of their glorious evening together, she looked in the mirror, and as she suspected, found finger-shaped bruises on her hips. She traced the markings with her fingers, and smiled. Pressing down on them, they felt tender. Turning a little more, she looked at her bottom, finding bruises and red marks left from her spankings the previous day. It was definitely going to be sore when she sat down today. It would be a definite reminder of how to behave.

  They had made love quite a few times last night. It seemed that orgasm denial was the way to go, after all. After her punishment, she’d be playing with her toys only by order of her Master — and only under his supervision. Her arousal had never been so high. They’d been all over each other all night. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her, and she felt the same way about him. They’d hit a different level — an understanding. She was his — his slave, his trainee, his girlfriend, his lover. She smiled to herself, hugging her towel to her naked body. She brushed her hair quickly and stopped leaning forward to look in the mirror.

  What is that? Do I have a bruise… on my boob?

  Sure enough, there it was — a bruise. She groaned softly, finding more bruises on her other breast too. He probably had a few bruises himself. She remembered scratching his back and another time he’d shouted that she had grabbed his ass too hard during penetration. She chuckled aloud, thinking of her fingerprints marking his ass for a change.

  She padded quietly back to her bedroom, retrieving a sundress from the closet — white with red and orange swishes on it. After sliding a tiny red thong up her thighs, she pulled the dress on, finishing her morning routine with a fix to her hair and a little mascara.

  Inga walking through the kitchenette of her quarters, stopping to pick up her visa letter on her way out into the main part of the house.

  Three weeks.

  She only had three weeks to get this figured out, or she’d have to go back to Sweden. Today — she’d tell him today. It affected him too, after all. If he got caught with an illegal nanny in his house, it could ruin his reputation — and possibly risk his medical license too.

  “Hey, what’s that?” Garrett murmured behind her, his lips at her ear, his chin coming to rest upon her shoulder.

  “Oh. My. God! Don’t you ever sneak up on me again!”

  His hand wove into her hair, fisting tightly, the burn in her scalp making her hiss.

  “Knees. Now.”

  She immediately knelt down, eyes downcast, her hands on her thighs, palms up. His shoes were very shiny. She loved his black dress shoes. She fought the urge to run her finger along the polished leather.

  “You don’t tell me what to do, and you definitely don’t give orders. So, I want you to take your own advice here. Don’t you ever do that again. Understood?”

  ‘Yes, Master.”

  Then she heard the sound of paper crinkling above her.

  Shit! The letter! Now he’s reading it!

  She’d be in trouble gain, not even twenty-four hours after a punishment. She tried to formulate an answer, but she’d never been good at lying. She could tell him she had a disease. No, that was cruel and evil. Who wanted that kind of karma? She could tell him that she lost the visa and had been looking for it. No, she’d already used that excuse when she’d come to America a few weeks ago, and he knew it. She’d tell him she lost the letter. No, there was one even better: she’d tell him that the letter had been sent to Sweden, and it had to be forwarded to her here. That was the reason for the delay.

  That’s it! That’s what I’ll say!

  “Eyes up.”

  She slowly let her gaze move up his body, until she looked him in the eye. He looked so forbidding as she knelt there before him.

  “Tell me why this letter is dated two weeks before you left for America, and why I’m just now hearing about it?”

  Crap!

  She’d forgotten about the date on the letter.

  “Uhm... I was—”

  “You were what? Hoping it would go away? Hoping you could just let it lapse? I would’ve taken care of this. You do know that, right?”

  His put his hands on his hips, the scowl on his face making her bottom tingle. She just couldn’t stand the thought of yet more punishment.

  “Answer me, Inga!”

  “I-I... I had been packing and busy trying to get here, and I shoved it into the pocket of my suitcase. I forgot it was there.” And, again, she had tears in her eyes. This man reduced her to tears in only a few words. All it took was pointing out the guilt she was already feeling. “I know I should’ve told you, but I wanted to do it myself.”

  “Yes, you should’ve told me. I could’ve taken care of this sooner. Do you know that your visa expiring puts me at risk, as well as you?”

  “Yes, Ma
ster. I’m sorry.” She dropped her gaze to the floor again.

  “Eyes on me. I won’t say it again.”

  Her gaze followed the length of his long legs hesitating on his belt buckle before rising completely to his eyes.

  “Yeah, you need to focus on my belt. That belt may yet be used on your bare bottom before this day is done.” He closed his eyes and exhaled a deep breath. “We’ll bring the kids to my brother and sister-in-law’s today and see if we can get an extension on your visa application.

  My brother, Preston, is an attorney. I’m sure if I ask him, he’ll be able to contact someone at the Immigration Office and help us.” He took a step back, beckoning with his hand. “Stand up.”

  Inga gracefully and slowly stood, keeping her eyes on him as she knew he’d expect.

  “The kids are waiting for breakfast, let’s eat and then we can go.”

  * * *

  “Where were you guys? We’ve been waiting.” Madalyn stood next to the table with her hands on her hips.

  Little girls — good little girls — do not stand with their hands at their hips, yelling at their Daddy.” Garrett gave her a stern look. “You wanna fix how you said that?”

  The last thing he needed this morning was a sassy four year old demanding to know his schedule.

  Madalyn dropped her hands. “I missed you, Daddy. When do we eat?”

  “Much better. Good girl. We’re going to eat now. Who wants toaster waffles?”

  Before anyone could answer, Inga sat in her chair at the table. Garrett cleared his throat loudly. “What are the rules with regard to sitting?”

  Inga’s face turned red, and she jumped up, smoothing her skirt, keeping her eyes downcast.

  “The rules about sitting are: no standing on your chair, right Daddy?” Madalyn offered, helpfully. “And you aren’t allowed to put your feet on the chair. You have to keep your bottom on the chair. No kicking the table legs either. Those are the rules about sitting, right Daddy?”

  “Yes, those are the rules. Now, Miss Inga?” The lovely woman’s shamefaced gaze reluctantly lifted to his. “Do you think you can follow the rules about sitting?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I thought so too. Let’s see if you can behave in that regard for the rest of the day, mmm?”

  He nodded toward her chair, her cue to sit.

  “Yes I will, Sir. Thank you.”

  Garrett smiled in acknowledgment. Breakfast was a quiet affair and before it ended he turned his attention to Madalyn and Liam.

  “Daddy’s going to bring you to Uncle Preston and Aunt Avery’s house to play over there today.”

  Madalyn frowned. “Daddy, I wanna play at my house.”

  “Not today. Today, we’re going to Uncle Preston’s house. Tomorrow, you guys can play in your playroom all day with Miss Inga. You’ll be home for dinner, I promise. Daddy and Miss Inga have to run some errands today. You can bring whatever toys you want to play with to Aunt Avery’s, okay? You always have fun over there. Don’t be grumpy, okay?”

  “Ooookay, Daddy. Aunt Avery likes to make cookies. Can I ask her if I can make cookies today?”

  “May.”

  Color flooded Madalyn’s little cheeks. “May I ask her if I may make cookies?”

  “Yes, you may ask her. Now go pack a bag with some toys for you and Liam. Like I said, we’ll come to get you two after your nap.”

  “Okay, Daddy.” Then she ran off.

  Garrett waited until his daughter had gone, then turned to Inga. “We’re going to be working on sitting. You are not supposed sit until I nod, giving you permission. As stated before, you’ll sit wherever I nod. If I have no preference as to where you sit, I’ll do the American Sign Language sign for ‘sit.’ Two fingers of one hand resting flat on top of two fingers of the other hand.” He showed her the ASL sign for sit. “When we’re sitting in the living room, you’re to sit at my feet. If I want you to sit on the couch next to me, I’ll pat the couch to let you know. Again, if you have a reason that prevents you from sitting on the floor or you’re uncomfortable or sick, let me know. I’m not a harsh Master.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I’ve been in trouble most of the day it seems.”

  “You’re having a bad girl day for sure. I’m willing to give you a warning about sitting — this once. But if it happens again, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Next issue: the visa. I know you were afraid to tell me about the visa, and thought you could handle it yourself. I appreciate that. But as a slave, you’re to give me any and all of your issues. I handle everything. I’m supposed to be involved in every aspect of your life. I’m not a Master that wants to pick out clothes and panties and what you eat at every meal. I find that exhausting, personally. But I have several friends who love to handle those aspects of daily living for their beloved slave. It’s a gift they give to their slave. But I do require that I be involved in all decisions — bills, car issues, purchases, decisions regarding your career, daily schedules, and most definitely, I needed to know about your visa.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  Garrett watched her. She beat herself up pretty good about things, always questioning her submission. She worried about how people perceived her. She desired to be a slave, but struggled with the depth of submission that might require. He’d work with her, taking her into the position of slave gradually, pushing her limits slowly.

  “You said you knew you should’ve told me about this situation. How long did you know this?”

  She dropped her eyes, looking at her hands, remorse written all over her face and in her slumping shoulders. “I knew as soon as I opened it. About three weeks ago. B-but when I tried to get my friend Hanna to get my documents, my safe broke and... I didn’t know what to do.”

  “So you struggled on your own. You could’ve had asked me, but you chose to struggle on your own. Instead, you ignored that little voice — that one that’s usually right — for three weeks. Do you agree that you deserve to be punished?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Twenty-one days, Inga. Twenty-one days of disobedience. After I return from dropping the kids off, you’ll get twenty one licks from my belt. I know you’re sore and I’ll adjust the intensity because of that. But you need to be punished. I won’t be harsh, but you’ll be in tears when we finish. Then we’ll go get this paperwork figured out.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I want you naked and in position bent over the back of the couch in the living room. You’re to be thinking, that if given the chance, how you would’ve handled this differently.”

  She nodded her head, tears filling her eyes. Garrett rose from the table, stroking the side of her face. “Missy, you’re fine. I’m pleased with you. Bad behavior needs to be punished. It doesn’t change my feelings for you or my plans to make you the best slave a Master can own. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master. I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, sweetie.”

  Then he went to get the kids ready for Uncle Preston’s house.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Garrett walked into Preston’s house, the kids bounding into Avery’s open arms.

  “I’m making cookies,” Avery said, with a smile. “Do you guys want to help me?”

  She looked over to Garrett with raised eyebrows, silently asking for permission.

  “Yes, they may make cookies,” Garrett said. “I don’t want them filled up with sugar, please.” He leveled a stern look her way. “Moderation, Avery!”

  Garrett knew that Avery loved playing and tended to forget that the children’s little bodies couldn’t process the sugar as easily adults. Even with his admonishment fresh in mind, Garrett knew his children would be bouncing off the walls and leaping onto his back like little monkeys well into the night.

  “Yes, Sir, I promise,” Avery said, giving Garrett a solemn — though subtly cheeky — nod Then she looked down at the children. “C’mo
n, let’s go! Daddy said yes!”

  All three of them bounded off toward the kitchen.

  Garrett turned to Preston. “How do you keep up with her?”

  “It’s not easy, believe me,” Preston said, laughing. “Stern discipline and a lot of play.”

  Garrett smiled at his brother, then sighed. “Do you have a few minutes to answer some legal questions regarding Inga’s visa? It appears that it’s expiring and we may need an extension. Or some sort of solution.

  “Absolutely. Come into the den here, and we’ll figure this out. It should be pretty simple. These are the easy problems.

  * * *

  They had determined a resolution more quickly than Garrett had dared hope. It was one that would benefit them all — and finally, he felt like he could breathe again. He’d been more tense about this than he’d realized. He couldn’t fathom losing Inga this soon since meeting her. They’d all come to rely on her, and she’d become an important part of their lives.

  He walked into the living room and stared at the beautiful woman bent over the back of the couch, her long legs begging for his touch. He sauntered over, sliding his hand up a toned and muscled calf and thigh. Her leg twitched in anticipation. He continued upward to her pussy, sliding his finger through her slit, circling her clit, feeling it pulse under the pad of his fingertip.

  “Mmmm, you appear to be throbbing and wet. Are you excited about your spanking, Miss Inga?”

  “No, Master. I’m nervous.” She crossed and uncrossed her ankles, betraying her nervousness.

  “Well, girlie, your cunt loves being nervous. You’re dripping with arousal.”

  “I don’t know about that, Master.” She looked over her shoulder at him.

  “Well, I’m telling you. I suppose it’s possible to be wetter, but if you were, it’d be dripping down your legs.” He sighed. “No sense in talking about this though. Let’s get your spanking done. It won’t take long and then we can get this paperwork figured out.”

  He started undoing his belt, her body flinching at the sound of his buckle. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched. “Tell me, bad girl, what you did to cause this belting?”