Mastering Wren

Ch.27 Without Cakes?

Without Cakes?

After I've finished sipping my tea, Theo comes over with the home-made ice packs, one for my hip and one for my wrist. As he approaches the smell of beer once again infiltrates my senses and I scrutinise the damage I've done to his shirt. It was still damp and looked sticky.

"I haven't forgotten about that," Theo growls, getting down onto his knees beside the couch, he passes me an ice pack for my wrist while he willingly lifts my jumper and puts the second ice pack on my hip. I flinch a bit as he lifts the material, making me blush. I'm also secretly happy and annoyed at the same time that even though he is kneeling, he still looks so damn godly beside me. He was always perfect; except in this moment, because of his ruined suit.

"I think tripping down the stairs is probably karma for pouring beer all over you," I say quietly, embarrassed again while thinking about it. 

"If you listened well enough and I taught you well enough... none of this would have come to pass in the first place," Theo gently holds the ice pack over my hip while gazing into my eyes, assessing my expressions.

"Not that I know many... but I think you're a very kind Dominant," I find myself blurting out, "Not like Christian. If you were him, I'd probably be tied up by now while he went to go find his riding crop... ah, n-never mind that I said that," I bite my bottom lip, annoyed at myself for bringing up something so sexual in a random moment of kindness from Theo, "I just blurt out my guts around you... words... not my guts, like –"

"Shh, Wren... I'm naturally dominant with everyone... I tend to affect people in that way," Theo explains, confidently and fully self-aware, but also amused by my mouth once again running away with me, "Don't worry, you're not the first and you won't be the last to stumble on their words around me. How do you think I've managed to maintain a successful charity?"

"You're a naturally born leader and organiser," I nod quickly, hoping to keep him happy, "Once again, though... I am sorry about yelling about Cynthia. It wasn't my place."

"Quiet now," he reaches up a finger and presses it to my lips, "There are gags for talking too much, sweet cakes... perhaps I'll have to introduce you to more punishments," Theo lowers his lids as he looks at my bruise, changing the position of the ice pack.

Oh, shit.

He really just said that, didn't he?

My mouth opens and closes a few times in momentary shock.

I then open it again to complain but he quickly catches my gaze and narrows his eyes in warning.

"Sweet cheeks," he commands again, "Don't think about it. Lie back, relax. I'm not leaving tonight. I'll feed Mr. Fox and make sure you don't run around with your injuries."

Ok, at least the talk about gags was done for now.

"I don't want to get stiff," I mutter, annoyed and under my breath.

"I won't let you get stiff, sweety," Theo gives me a cocky smirk and a raised eyebrow, "Ever. And if you think you're not flexible or fit? Trust me, I'll work you out."

"Uh... what?" I ask, a little bit breathless, coupled with denial.

Yeah, Wren, he meant exactly what you're thinking about right now. Like that time he said you needed to be fucked, hard. He wants to fuck you into being fit, hahaha! Fatty! My mind rambles off and I just sit with wide eyes staring at the ceiling as I put my head back.

"You okay, doll?" he asks, and I quickly come back to reality. Moving my chin down to look at him once more.

Doll face, Cynthia. Now I was 'doll'? I look at him accusingly and he actually rolls his eyes. He knows exactly what I'm thinking.