Yes, Master

Options Part 2

A/N: Sorry this is so short. Comment & Vote!

I pulled the scratchy woven blanket over me as I stared out the window.

Light was fleeting but I could still see. I hated how I felt. Why should I feel guilty for not wanting my body to be used? I would also have to feel bad if I was eager to go up there.

That would make me a whore.

I suppose there was a happy medium that all Doms wished for their subs to possess but I certainly wasn't that. I pulled my knees to my chest and sat in the dark for a while.

Soon the shadows crept too close for comfort and I turned on the little lamp. I looked for reading material. My boxes were up in his room and I wasn't about to go poke the bear by trying to get to them.

I found a dog eared copy of Mechanics Weekly and some offensive material entitled Slutty Subs.

I scoffed and sat back, drawing the blanket even closer. I felt like this was the start of something truly awful. I was being held here, away from everything and everyone.

And when he was gone all that was here were those satanic chickens.

The loneliness began to set in.

I was alone in an unfamiliar house.  I got to my feet already regretting my decisions as I climbed the stairs. They groaned a bit under my weight as I reached the door. I opened the door slowly. He was asleep in the center of the bed which limited me from sliding in without disturbing him.

And he was a back sleeper.

I stood there quietly a moment while I tried to figure out how to get into the bed.

"Last night you wanted to sleep in the chair."

I jumped and he rolled toward me. "You scared me."

"Really? Last I knew you were standing over me."

I crossed my arms and he shifted over a bit. "I-I'll do the blow job," I whispered quietly.

Kyle laughed. "I don't have the energy for that right now. Get in bed and shut up."

"Really? But-but you said--"

"I know what I said Bailey. I ain't stupid. Now unless you want me to change my mind, hush up and get into bed."

I slowly got in, laying on the hard mattress. Silence settled between us.

"Thank you," I whispered after a moment.

He didn't reply at first and I thought he was asleep.

"Don't get used to it," he finally grunted.