by GM Scherbert
She is so beautifully dirty and ready to fly for me. That is not something she will get tonight though. She needs to learn that she has to come to me for everything or this shit between us will never work. I told her when this shit started that if we were going to do this, we were going to do it all. I have given her the pain as best I can, but if she doesn’t tell me, be honest with herself and with me I can’t possibly fill her needs.
Whack “Spitfire, you will come to me with everything.” Whack. “You will come to me when you have needs.” Whack. “You will come to me when you have desires.” Whack. “You will come to me when you think you shouldn’t.” Whack. “You will always come to me, Spitfire.” Whack. “No matter what your mind or body might be telling you.” Whack
Seeing the welts forming on her luscious and curvy ass I know that I have been rough and that these marks will be there for weeks to come. “Don’t reinjury these Heather. If you need pain or a reminder of my lessons, please, you only have to ask.”
“Yes, Master Wayne. I understand and am sorry that I didn’t come to you. I know that I should have, but I was just too weak.”
Stroking along her shoulder I hush her, before letting her now, “You will always come to me, or the punishment will be ten times worse than that.” Seeing her leaking down her leg, has me letting my cock free from my pants. As I line my dick up with her pussy, I let her know, “No cumming for you Spitfire. This is to remind you that you belong to me. Don’t pull this shit again.” Sinking into her, I know that this is only the beginning of her rebellion, she does love serving when she can free herself enough to let go.
When I shake myself out of the thoughts of that night, I find Heather sleeping. Getting off of her slowly, I pull up the quilt on her bed, tucking her in tight before bending to kiss her forehead. Checking on Sophie and even Sara before heading outta the house helps me feel safer about leaving her here. I am struggling trying not to startle or frighten her away, but I have wanted to ask her to move in for weeks. I know I have never met Sophie before but if she is half of the person her mother is I know that I will love her in an instant.
As I lock up the house behind me, I notice a BMW parked across the street from my bike. It’s a nice fucking car, but seems sorta outta place here in this neighborhood. As I walk to my bike, which I had a prospect bring over, I take note of the license plate and make sure to dial in a favor with Tank about finding out who the fuck it is.
The next morning comes quickly, and I find myself with a bag full of donuts and coffees at her door before nine. Sara answers the door in a t-shirt and pair of boxers. Rolling her eyes as she sees that it is me, which is only short lived when she notices the box of Firecake Doughnuts and coffee.
The smile that spreads across her face, is matched only with the shrike I hear coming from the staircase. Sophie and Heather are both headed at me full speed. Neither stopping to talk to me, only pausing briefly to grab the box of donuts outta my hand and head towards the kitchen. I will definitely be stopping at that little shop more.
As Sophie looks me over, she quickly finishes her doughnut before getting up outta her chair and walking up to me. Tugging at my shirt sleeve, I get up outta my chair before kneeling down to her. I smile wide as she introduces herself to me.
“Hey. I’m Soph. You are mom’s friend right? Wayne? She talks about you a lot and something I even need to tell her to be quiet going on and on about you.” With a giggle she reaches up touching the Stedson I still have fixed on my head. Looking towards my feet she also takes note of the cowboy books I have donned. “Are you a cowboy or something?”
“No, Princess I am not. But, I could be if that is something that you want.”
“No, I don’t think I want a cowboy. I like that man Gun that comes over to Irene’s house sometimes to talk with her. He is always nice and he doesn’t scare me. That other guy, Preach seems nice too. Could you be like either of those guys?”
Quirking an eyebrow up at her slip, I ask. “You want me to be old? Princess?”
“NO, not old like them. They are just super nice, and I see Preach hugging Irene and holding hands with her when they think I’m not looking. He seems to like her, and even Gun likes Auntie Sara but they fight a lot. So don’t do that, not with my mom. She has been so nice, and such a good mom to me, I think that you make her happy and I just want to make it easy for you to make her happy.”
“Princess, you never have to worry about that. I will do everything in my power to make you momma and you as happy as I can, Ok?”
“Ok Country, that sounds good. Can we go for that picnic now?”
“Of course, we can. Well if your Ma is already to get moving then we can.”
Grabbing her up off the floor, I move back towards her mom with her giggles overtaking my senses the whole way. Placing her up onto the cupboard, I look towards Heather before stepping up to her and wrapping my arms around her waist as I lean in and kiss her hard.
***Day out at the park
***build in a few days then …
FUCK, she told me that she was staying home tonight wedding planning or some shit with Sara- what the fuck.
I get up quick and make my way towards her. As her eyes hit me the laugh on her lips falters, and her smile drops. I raise an eyebrow in question before saying a word her head spins around and she takes off.
What the fuck?
As I follow, she makes her way outside, and over to her car before I catch up to her.
“What the fuck, Heather? You told me you were staying at home tonight. Why the fuck are you here with Pearl fucking playing pool, when we could be spending time together? Were you fucking lying to me when you told me you had plans? Or did you not want to fucking see me? I told you already that you were mine, this shit won’t fucking fly with me. Why did you fucking lie to me?”
Chapter 13
Heather
