Pup (Bratt)

Chapter Eleven: Overnighter

Author's Note: So here's another update because Pup is number one under the Bratt tag on Wattpad! That's so great, I'm so stoked about that! You guys are really the best readers anyone could ever ask for. I love your feedback and support! 

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Matt was still reading when Brian opened the door. He looked up from the book, keeping his thumb in it to mark his place as he scrambled out of bed. "Master?" His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. 1:34 AM. Shit, he hadn't meant to read that long.

"Come with me." Brian whispered, and Matt nodded, looking at the page number he was on before closing the book and following Brian down the hall. They went up the stairs to Brian's room, and Brian slid into his bed, motioning for Matt to follow suit.

Matt hesitantly climbed into bed. "Sir, I thought you said-"

"I know what I said." Brian cut him off. "And you should know better than to question my commands. I changed my mind."

Brian opened his arms, and Matt folded against him, ear pressed against his chest. His master's heartbeat soothed him in ways unimaginable, and he let his eyes slip closed.

"You were reading Jimmy's book." Brian said, and Matt replied, "Yes, sir."

"Is it enjoyable for you?"

Matt nodded, "Yes, Master. I never would have guessed that someone like Master Jimmy would write books as intense as those. I couldn't put it down."

"Mm." Brian buried his face in Matt's hair and took a deep breath. "He will be pleased to hear you say that." His hand slid over Matt's side, making Matt shiver, and down to his thigh. Brian traced part of Matt's scar there absently. "I didn't know you could get permanent visible injury from electric shocks."

"If you apply it with enough voltage enough times, it happens, sir." Matt muttered. "Electrical burns."

"You have other scars. I saw them, but I didn't want to bring them up until now. I didn't want you recalling the memories paired with them at a bad time."

Brian slid his hand back up Matt's side, touching at the thin line on his collarbone. "This one, here." He whispered, "Glass? A knife?"

"A barbed wire accident, actually." Matt replied, swallowing hard. "With my previous master."

Brian's hand wandered in the dark over Matt's chest to his left side, brushing over the cross shape on Matt's skin. "Is this a tattoo or a scar? I thought scar."

"Yes, that's right." Matt replied.

"A burn?"

Matt nodded, "Branding. Priest and choir boy role play."

Brian's brows furrowed. "Your previous master?"

Matt shook his head, "No, some temporary Dom I met at a party. A few months before my previous master."

Matt had a few other scars, but his master didn't point them out. Brian kissed Matt gently. He kissed him again and again, and Matt smiled softly, meeting every one of his master's kisses.

"I am..." Brian paused, cupping Matt's cheek and sighing before continuing, "I am quite an unhappy man, Matt."

Matt frowned, looking up at his master. "I-I'm sorry, sir. I can leave-"

Brian shook his head. "No, no, please don't. It's just that I..." he huffed, gnawing his lip a little before starting again. "Matt, I-I want..." His eyes wavered almost as badly as his voice. Eventually he grunted, "I want to go to bed."

He turned over, facing away from Matt. Matt reached out to touch his master, hand resting on his arm and lips finding his shoulder blade. "Good night." He whispered.

~*~

"So you gotta tell me everything."

Matt was sitting in Zacky's apartment, beer in hand. Brian was getting work done at Schecter, and afterwards they were going to go to lunch.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell you. But first," Matt handed Zacky the books Jimmy had signed.

"Um, are these for me?" Zacky asked, taking them unsurely.

"Yeah." Matt shifted in his seat excitedly.

"Matt, I already own the whole series, I-"

"Just look inside them, okay?"

Zacky hesitantly opened the cover of the first book, and Matt watched the color drain from his face. He read the words written there, and whispered, "Matt. Holy motherfucking shit. Is this... Is this real?"

Matt nodded. "As it turns out, my master is good friends with Jimmy. He signed all three of them."

"No way. Are you serious?"

"Yeah, dude, I'm dead serious. It turns out Jimmy's like this weird ball of energy and he wears kimonos and he has a kitten sub who wore a tutu when we went over there."

Zacky laughed. "Woah, that's crazy." He looked down at the books again. "Thank you, Matt, this means so much to me. You know how much I fucking love these books. I'm gonna have to frame these or some shit." He took a sip of his beer, setting the books down carefully on the side table. "So how's living with Prince Charming, anyway?"

"It's really like a dream come true." Matt said, "He's so good to me, and I keep waiting for it to taper off and him to start hurting me, but that hasn't happened yet. We've had a few issues when I was in my headspace, but other than that, that's it."

"How's the sex?" Zacky asked, and before Matt could blush and mutter something about that being vulgar he said, "You gotta tell me, Matt. Is he any good?"

Matt nodded, now the cerise blossoming over his cheeks. "He's very good." He replied, "The best I've ever had. But-But I'm starting to think there's more to this than just the sex. I mean, he wouldn't even let me touch him for the first few days I was there. He's also into training me and spoiling me rotten and, get this; last night, he got me out of my room to come sleep with him in his bed. No sex or nothing."

"Matt," Zacky leaned forward in his seat, "Maybe the fucker's in love with you."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Zacky, please. We're talking the CFO of Schecter Guitar Research. The only thing he loves about me is my ass. Besides, I haven't even been with him very long."

Zacky shrugged. "I said maybe, you never know..."

"Yeah, well, I'll guess that he doesn't." Matt looked down at his hands. "I'm just his puppy dog, that's it."

Zacky smiled. "At any rate, even that sounds like you're treated well." His expression sobered. "You really do deserve a break, Matt. God knows you've had the worst luck with Doms."

Matt nodded. "So have you. I mean, with finding one that you like."

Zacky sighed, "I'm just really particular, you know? Besides, I don't mind being single. I'm wild and most Doms want a quiet, soft spoken submissive. I am unruly, untrainable, and unbreakable." He grinned, then his brow furrowed. "But if he turns out like Sterling, I mean even if he fucking asks about any of your hard limits, fucking call me. I'll get you out of there. And never be afraid to call the police, Matt."

Matt nodded. "I know." He sorta wanted to get Zacky off his case for being skeptical like that, but Zacky really had every right, and Matt knew that. Zacky was the one who called the police when things got way out of hand with Sterling. Zacky knew exactly where to draw the line between the rights of a sub and the rights of a human being, and to Matt, those lines were still a little blurry. "I'll be sure to let you know if things get crazy."

"Good." Zacky grunted, taking a swig of his beer. "You better. It doesn't take much for a dream to become a nightmare."