Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2)

by Michaels, Megan

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do not disobey me on this. I want you resting if you’re not well, and I need to know that the children are being cared for.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She slipped past him and stood near the kids, talking and laughing at their antics. When she looked over at Garrett, he nodded to her chair, giving her permission to sit. He walked over with a glass of juice and some Ibuprofen. “Take these. You’ll feel better soon.”

  The rest of breakfast had been uneventful, yet she catalogued everything that happened, wanting to remember her last meal with the family she’d come to love.

  “Well, it’s time for daddy to go to work. Who has a kiss for daddy?” Madalyn scrambled from her chair, running into his waiting arms. Inga unbuckled Liam from his high chair to freeing him to dash into Garrett’s embrace too.

  “Do I get a kiss from my tall girl? A kiss from the nanny might be required for my day.”

  “Oh, only a kiss?” she teased, sauntering over to him with a mischievous smile.

  He whispered in her ear. “I only have time for a kiss, bad girl. But I’ll take a rain check for tonight. And if you’re still not feeling well, maybe I’ll take your temperature and give you a check up while I’m at it.”

  “I’m sure that won’t be necessary.”

  “Master. That won’t be necessary, Master. I think you need to leave that up to me. I am after all the doctor in the house.”

  He lifted her chin, kissing her long and slow. Just as her pussy began to throb, and she feared she’d be unable to hold still, he pulled away, kissing her nose.

  “Behave! I’ll check up on you later.”

  He then turned to Madalyn and Liam. “Behave! You two be helpers today. Miss Inga has a belly ache and needs your help.”

  * * *

  Inga didn’t usually believe in doing so, but she put the kids in front of the TV, letting them watch cartoons, giving her the ability to call Garrett’s mom and ask her to come over in three hours. She’d make her flight on time. And it would give her time to call Hanna to let her know she would be home tomorrow morning.

  “Hi, Nancy, this is Inga. How are you?”

  “I’m good, sweetie. Is everything okay?” Concern laced Nancy’s voice.

  “Yes. I’m just not feeling well and would like to go to the doctor’s this afternoon. Would you be able to watch the kids from about noon until Garrett comes home? That would give me time to pick up a prescription, if necessary.”

  Inga’s voice quavered slightly as she spoke. She hated lying.

  “Of course. I’ll be there by noon. Do you need me to come earlier?”

  “No, no. I’ll be fine. I’m just taking it easy with the kids until you get here. I’m fine.”

  “Inga. Make sure you call me if you need me to come earlier, I have nothing else to do today. Understand?”

  “Yes, Ma’am. I understand. I’ll see you at noon.”

  Now, to call Hanna.

  She peeked around the corner. The kids were still watching TV.

  “Hi, Hanna, it’s Inga. I’m coming home today.”

  “What? W-what do you mean you’re coming home today? You can’t.”

  “I think it’s for the best. I told him about my visa — well, he found out about the visa. He wasn’t happy, but brought me to the Immigration Office and you’re not going to believe what he did!”

  Inga started feeling the anxiety of the situation all over again.

  “What?”

  “He told them that he wanted a ninety day fiancée visa. Fiancée! Do you believe it?” Inga let out an exasperated sigh.

  Hanna paused so long that Inga wondered if the call had dropped. “Hanna, are you still there?”

  “Yeah. I’m here.” She paused again. “Inga, he wants to marry you? I think—”

  “It’s ridiculous, right? Isn’t it the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard in your life?”

  “Well, no. I think it’s romantic and sweet. I think he loves you, and you love him. And, wait — why are you coming home? It makes no sense!” Hanna shouted into the phone.

  “What’s not making sense is your reaction to this. He doesn’t love me. I’m just a rebound. I mean, yes, he’s training me as his slave. And I do love him, I do. And I’m pretty sure he loves me, and the kids do too. But to marry me? It’s preposterous. And telling me that you’re marrying me as a resolution to my visa situation is not romantic.” She rubbed between her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Anyway, I’m catching a flight at three o’clock today and will be there tomorrow morning. Will you pick me up from the airport, please?”

  “Inga, please. Just think about this. This is what you’ve hoped for. You’ve wanted a Master — someone to love and marry. And then add to that the ability to live in the United States. Don’t be rash with this — you’ll ruin it.”

  “I’m not discussing this anymore today. I’ll see you tomorrow, Hanna. I’ll call you when I land and text you the information. Bye.”

  After feeding the kids a morning snack and settling them again in front of the TV, she went to pack her suitcase and make sure she didn’t forget anything. She had an hour to get everything together and in the car before Nancy came over.

  * * *

  Garrett had an uneasy feeling all morning. Something seemed off with Inga. She wasn’t herself at all. Then he’d talk himself into remembering what women were like with their menstrual cycles, shrug it off, and continue with his morning.

  Until he received an unexpected phone call.

  “Garrett, this is your mother. Inga called me a few minutes ago asking if I’d watch the kids from noon until you came home. She said she’s not feeling well, and she’s going to the doctor’s office. Did you know she was sick? Should I go now?”

  “Hi, Mom. I knew she didn’t feel well, but she assured me she’d call me if she felt any worse. And no, I didn’t know she was going to the doctor.” He paused to control the anger rising within him. “I’m on my way home now. Please meet me there, and I’ll have you take the kids so she can rest in a quiet house. Does that work for you?”

  “Absolutely, Garrett. I’ll be there soon.”

  The anger at not being notified by Inga herself, had been replaced with concern. He worried that it could be something serious. He wondered if he’d always leap to a tragic conclusion every time someone became sick. He couldn’t lose another woman, another slave.

  Don’t think like that, Garrett. She’s fine. She’s just ill.

  By the time he arrived at home, his concern had hit a level that he knew didn’t make sense. But he couldn’t deny the feeling that something was very wrong. He walked in to see the kids sitting in front of the TV. Madalyn was the first to notice him. “Daddy!” She ran to him with Liam bringing up the rear.

  “Hey. How are you guys?” He squatted, catching both of them and kissing their foreheads. “Where’s Miss Inga?”

  “She’s in her room. I just checked on her, and she’s okay. She said she’s fixing her clothes. She says her tummy doesn’t hurt anymore, daddy.” Madalyn rubbed his shoulder as she talked.

  “You guys stay here and watch TV, daddy’s going to check on Miss Inga, and I’ll be right back. Behave.”

  He stopped in the doorway of her bedroom leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed on his chest. He watched her packing her things into her suitcase. Facing the other way she had no idea that he stood watching her, watched that gorgeous ass outlined by her sundress.

  “So were you going to say goodbye to us, or were you just going to leave?”

  “Oh, Gud!” She spun around, her hand over her heart. She briefly closed her eyes trying to calm herself. “Don’t do that! You scared me half to death.”

  “Just like you scared me half to death.” He pushed off the doorjamb. “I had my heart in my throat the whole way home. I’m afraid I’ll go to a morbid place when someone I care about becomes ill. Scars. Scars from life change who you are and how you react to things. I
worried that you’d be deathly ill, that I’d be bringing you to the hospital.”

  She reached out and touched his face gently. He leaned into her touch. She calmed him, and he loved that about her. She brought peace to his soul. Anne made him feel in control. He’d been the dominant Master with her — in control, in charge, honored, obeyed. Anne had deferred to him in all things.

  Inga would be different. She’d submit. Oh, it might be a struggle, but she’d submit beautifully, he had no doubt about that. She’d obey and honor him, but there’d be a struggle with the independent, fiery woman standing before him now. She didn’t automatically defer to another’s opinion. She’d only be swayed by reason and intelligence. He’d have to explain and coax. It wouldn’t be in a bid to gain her permission — he’d never seek permission — but rather, it would be as her Master. He’d have to approach things differently though.

  Like the Visa. The tactic he’d used would’ve worked with Anne, she would’ve been pleased with him taking control, and presenting her with the solution. She delighted in him when he’d solved things. She didn’t have to worry when Garrett took on her problems.

  Inga on the other hand, wanted to be involved. She needed to be involved, even required it. If he had presented his solution to her, discussed his love for her, and explained his heart and why the plan would be best for everyone, she would’ve agreed. At least he hoped so.

  He took hold of her hand, pulling her in for a gentle, long kiss. When he finally broke the kiss, his lips against the smooth skin of her cheek, her breathing was fast and shallow.

  Was it from fear or excitement?

  “Are you feeling anxious, Missy?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. You need to feel anxious. Kneel.” He held her hand until she was on her knees before him once more. He walked around her slowly, not touching her, just adding to her fear. “My mother should be here to get the kids soon. Take your dress off. I want you to think while I’m gone about how Madalyn and Liam would have felt tomorrow when you weren’t here for breakfast. Think — then we’ll talk.”

  He left the room, and heard a little sob and sniffle. He hated when she cried, but this time she needed to feel what his children would’ve felt in the morning.

  He found the children in the foyer, his mother helping them put on their coats. The kids had gathered their toys and books, preparing to leave.

  “Garrett, I brought their jammies, so feel free to have them spend the night. You know I’d love to keep them. Be gentle with her. I think there’s a… cultural difference. I don’t think she meant to hurt you at all, really. She’s confused and just needs you to explain things better. Reason with her — and if you love her, don’t let her go.”

  He blinked at his mother. She’d rendered him speechless.

  “What, you didn’t think I knew why you had me watching the kids so you could ‘be alone’ with Anne — and now with Inga? C’mon, Garrett, I wasn’t born yesterday. And I want you to know, I have a husband who gets disappointed with me on occasion too.”

  She started picking up the bags for the kids.

  “I don’t want to know, Mom. Really, say no more. Please.”

  She giggled, patting his cheek as she walked by. “I’ll never speak of it again. Be nice to her. I like her!”

  “Keep it up and I’ll talk to Dad about this behavior.”

  Her laugh rang out as she continued down the sidewalk toward the car, kids in tow.

  Mom and Dad? No, I can’t even go there. Jesus!

  He walked into the room and poor Inga looked pitiful. Her red-tipped nose and swollen eyes said she’d been crying the whole time he’d been gone.

  “Have you been thinking?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He stood right in front of her, “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me as you talk. How would the children have acted in the morning? How would they have felt when Miss Inga wasn’t eating with us?”

  She took in a shivery breath, working up her resolve. “They would’ve been crying. And Madalyn would probably think I’d died, or that I was at the… funnel house. What does that mean anyway?”

  “Never mind, I’ll explain it another day. Continue.” He walked with his hands behind his back, circling her slowly, stopping only to touch her hair, a shoulder, a breast, or her chin.

  She wrung her hands. “Liam would’ve probably cried and his nightmares probably would’ve started again.” She started sobbing again, this verbal exercise just what she’d needed to feel that remorse.

  “And what about me? How do you think I would’ve acted tomorrow?”

  Curiosity didn’t even begin to describe how he felt, waiting for her answer.

  “You’re harder to gauge. I’m thinking… you would feel guilty and sad, wondering what you did to make me leave, and then you’d be self-deprecating. Then I think at some point you’d be angry that I had left without saying something, or telling you about my feelings, plans or concerns.”

  She’d been dead on. That’s exactly how he’d have felt – and how he felt at that very moment.

  “You’re right. I’ve felt all of those just today. Now, I need you to tell me why you were leaving and why you didn’t think you could talk to me.” He stood in front of her, hands in his pockets. The truth will be hard to hear, but it was necessary.

  “I... well, I wanted... you didn’t. I can’t even figure out how to start this. You say you love me and want to marry me, but I don’t see how when it’s been such a small amount of time. I think you’ll wake up some day and be sorry you married me. I don’t want to be a rebound. And you didn’t even talk to me about the fiancée visa. It seemed so unromantic , and I think I should’ve been involved in the decision. I mean it’s my life, right?” She winced, as if she feared she’d gone too far in sharing or questioning.

  “You’re right,” he said.

  She blinked a couple times, disbelief in her eyes.

  “Yes, I said that. You’re right. I should’ve talked to you first. You like to be involved in decision-making. I’m learning here too. It’ll take a little time for me to learn how you like things. As Master of this house — and of you — I like to be in charge, taking control of all things. But I understand that in major decisions you want input, you want to be asked before I make a final decision for us. I think we’re going to start having a check-in time — in the morning and in the evening — for issues just like this. Okay?”

  “Yes, Master. I would love to have a check-in time.” She smiled up at him. A real, honest to goodness smile. “I like having you as a Master, but I don’t like relinquishing everything. I want to know what decisions you’re considering, and have some input on them. I’ll trust and honor all decisions made by you, but I’ll be able to do it easier if I’m involved. Is that okay?”

  He cupped her chin in his hand. “It’s not only okay, it’s what’s for the best. Now, as for a rebound. I’m too old to do rebounds. And you, my dear, are not a rebound. I’m not going to get over you, ever. And I plan on waking up happy for the next, oh — forty or fifty years. I thought you loved us. Don’t you love the kids and me?”

  She threw her hands over her face. He let her cry for a bit before he lowered his voice, saying, “Answer me, Inga.”

  “Yes. I love you, and I love the kids. I shouldn’t have tried to leave like this. I should’ve talked to you first and reasoned it out.”

  “Yes, you should have. I’m not going to spank you though. Instead, we’re going to do something else. You wanted to leave, be without us. So, for the next half hour you’re going to be in time-out over in that corner. You’re going to face the corner — head down, ass up. I’m going to sit behind you staring at that beautiful bottom and pussy while you’re in the corner. Then for the rest of the evening, you’ll be isolated. You won’t be allowed to be in the same room I’m in. When I enter a room, you’ll be required to leave the room immediately. You’ll make no eye contact or speak. You’ll then be required to stay in your quarte
rs without the kids, or me, until breakfast. You’ll see what it’s like to be alone and without us. Clear?

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Do you have any questions?”

  “When will you sleep with me? Will it be tonight or tomorrow?” She peeked at him through her lashes. God, how he loved this woman. He knew he should say, ‘when I decide’ or ‘you’re being punished, no sex’. But he wanted her. Wanted to make it all right, seal it all with sex. Make love to her until dawn, taking her pussy and ass all night. He’d make her believe that she wouldn’t have sex today or tonight and then as Master, he’d seek her out when he thought the time was right.

  He made his voice stern, lowering it to almost a growl. “You’ve been a bad girl. Bad girls don’t get sex. If you behave, you’ll have sex tomorrow.

  Her forlorn expression showed that the message had been received. She’d be glad that he wasn’t a truly harsh Master though. “Okay, enough, girlie. Get that naughty bottom in the corner. Crawl over.”

  Her cheeks flushed and she nodded to him then stopped. “Master, can I say one more thing, please?”

  “Yes. Make it quick.”

  “I love you, and I’m sorry. It broke my heart to think about leaving.”

  “Well, you broke mine too, Miss Inga. We’ll take care of this and start over again. In the corner.”

  She got down on her hands and knees, crawling to the corner. He moved aside so he would have the perfect view of her pussy peeking between her thighs. Those pretty lips shiny with her fittsaft.

  “I want that ass nice and high, girlie.” Obediently, she rested her head on the floor in the corner and raised her ass high, her back hollowed.

  “Jesus! You have the finest ass I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.” He did a slow glide with his finger around her little hole, lightly brushing the puckered skin, then sliding into the seam of her pussy, circling her clit. When her hips thrust, her ass clenching, he gave each cheek a crisp slap. “None of that, bad girl. You put that ass back up and think about what you’ve done. You have a half hour in this position.”