Taming His Mistress [Revised]

(29) Officially Not A Virgin

Shadow's POV:

We had eaten our little pizzas outside. It was really nice out and extremely early. The air smelled fresh and untainted by cars and pollution. Angeline started to crave ice cream, but the flavor she wanted wasn't in the freezer. Plus, we needed dog food for Scar. Angeline decided to go to the store. There was a side garage connected to the house with three different cars sitting inside. Who knows how long it has been since they've been driven. Angeline told me to stay and watch Scar and that she'd be back shortly. Despite my pouting, she went without me. Scar and I both shot up when we heard a car approaching. Five minutes later the door was opening.

"I'm home!" Angeline called from the front door. Those words warmed my heart. Home. I finally have a home and I get to share it with her.

I heard Scar running down the stairs, his collar colliding with his name tag. Shortly after Angeline left, I let Scar inside. He went upstairs to one of the spare rooms and took a nap.

"Hi, baby! Who's been a good little boy?" She cooed to Scar. Me. I've been a good little boy! I watched as Scar excitedly jumped in her arms. Joy and jealousy battled inside me. I wanted to be her good little boy. The timer went off and I hurried back into the kitchen. I forgot I decided to make chocolate chip cookies.

"I'm going to take this stuff upstairs," Angeline called from the milieu.

"Do you need help?" I asked as I pulled out the cookies.

"No, I got it," she called back.

I placed the cookie sheet on the stovetop. They looked yummy.

"What is that delicious smell?" Angeline asked while walking into the kitchen.

"Chocolate chip cookies. And I didn't burn them! " I cheered. She laughed and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"I'm proud of you." She whispered. A blush rose to my cheeks and I tried to suppress my enthusiasm.

"Thank you, Mistress," I whispered back.

"I got you something," She said from behind me.

"What is it?" I asked suspiciously.

She pulled a stuffed frog from behind her back. "Your very first stuffie!" She squealed.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much, Mistress!" I gasped.

"You're welcome my cute Little," She said and kissed my rosy cheeks. I took the soft stuffie and held it against my chest. Angeline ordered me to have a seat at the island while she made our bowls of ice cream with a side of cookies. I couldn't argue when she was in Dom mode. I liked Dom mode. Everything she says is a turn on. I felt ashamed to use my first stuffie to cover up my boner. I didn't want her to see. I'm not sure why I'm embarrassed, I just am.

"Eat up. I have another surprise for you," She said after she handed me my bowl of blue moon ice cream.

We ate our ice cream and chatted about life. Normal people stuff. I had inquired about her writing, and she inquired about my life. We talked about the hardships of being on the streets, and not once did she give me a look of pity. She told me that my story would make a good book and that made me feel excited.

"Go to the Master bedroom. I want you naked and kneeling on the bed," She ordered. I abandoned the stuffie on the counter and ran upstairs. I was both anxious and excited as I shed my clothes the entire way to the bedroom. Mistress is going to do a scene with me!

After five minutes of kneeling on the soft bed, she finally arrived. I kept my eyes on the bed as she entered.

"You can look at me. This is not a scene," She said. I looked up and gasped when I saw her wearing lace lingerie. She never wore something like that for a scene. Every scene she has done she's worn leather. I felt like a dog staring at a treat. My mouth watered and my boner was very evident.