Yes, Master

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A/N: Very short because I saw Suicide Squad tonight. Harley Quinn is bae. Just saying 😁👌

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The house stood out starkly in the yellow headlights.

It wasn't large, standing at two stories. The wood was unpainted. There were no neighbors for miles...

He's probably a serial killer!

"Well this is it."

He parked and cut the engine. The inky night swallowed up the rest of the property and the only light came from a faint glowing where the headlights had been burning. "I suggest you help me grab all your shit. The sooner we get it in the sooner we can go to bed."

He was so...impersonal about it all. I had given up everything to move to this place with him. And he was acting as though it wasn't a big deal.

Like I was making a mountain of a mole hill.

But I got out and let him pile boxes in my arms. It was heavy but he took over twice the amount I did, somehow shifting all enough for him to close the back. I paused impatiently on the rickety little porch.

"Go in," grunted Kyle. "It's heavy y'know?"

"It's not locked?" I asked in a strained voice.

Kyle scoffed. "What do I got to steal" he asked. "Open the door!"

"Fine! You don't have to yell..." I muttered.

The door fell open I stepped in. The house smelled a bit musky and a lot like a man. I didn't doubt he lived alone. I shuffled, bumping into a table. "Ouch!"

A bulb crackled to life and I shielded my eyes. We were in the kitchen. It also seemed like it was the dining room too. The house wasn't filthy but it wasn't clean. Dust laid heavily on a lot of surfaces and the little table was covered in coffee rings and old newspapers.

"Ya got your work cut out for you," Kyle sighed a bit. "It'll be real nice to have this place all clean though."

"I'm supposed to pick up your mess?" I asked incredulously.

Kyle laughed. "Your my sub! You do things to help me out. And it's Master incase you forgot."

"But you made it messy--should you clean it?"

"I work over sixty hours a week--I don't have to clean."

"Fine! I work you clean."

Kyle laughed. "You're something else Bailey. You don't have to worry about it until tomorrow anyway. Dig out something to wear and let's go to bed."

"In-in your bed?" I asked hesitantly.

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Your my sub and you cost me two thousand bucks--yes you're sleeping in my bed."

"I-I don't think I'm ready--"

"I'm not asking you to put out Bailey. I don't have a guest bed and  you can't sleep in an arm chair."

"I can try?"

"Don't test me any further Bailey. Clothes and then bed."

***

His bedroom was cramped.

The bed took up most of the space. There was a little window across from the bed with the shades drawn over it. There was a patch work quilt laid on it. Kyle had on a pair of underwear--that was it.

His...stuff...was practically on display through the tight hugging fabric. And the idea of something that size going inside me was terrifying.

He had a muscular torso and thighs though. Hard work looked good in him. He didn't have rippling abs but he solid with an obvious muscle mass to him. He turned down the sheets and looked at me. I just hugged my fluffy pillows to my chest.

He smirked and gestured to the bed. "Hop in."

"Sh-shouldn't you go first...M-Master?" I stammered with a dry mouth.

"Not tonight. Lay down."

I did so stiffly. The mattress was like a frickin rock and the sheets were stiff. The lamp clicked off mans I held my breath. The bedsprings whined as Kyle rested his weight on it and then...he was there.

A complete stranger laying beside me.

This was crazy.

QOTC: Would you be weirded out?