Call me your Master

Bad Intentions

To say I slept at all the night of the concert would be a lie. My mind kept screaming things at me about Andy, oh and the little tidbit about us having dinner with my mother the following day made things that much worse. From what I had fathered from my father while living with him, he split the company with my mother, meaning she had plenty of money to spend. Birthdays and holidays were always spent with both parents, showered with 'forgive me' presents on both sides. Mother had cheated on my dad with several men both in the office and out. It wasn't until late night after the company Christmas party that my father stayed back, waiting for her to take her home. He'd gone looking for her, only to find her bent over his employee's desk. 

Before I knew it, the sun was peaking through the window, making me groan and pull my covers over my head. Finally, after tormenting me all night, it looked like my brain was going to let me sleep.

"Rise and shine kitten."

The noise that came out of me could only be described as an angry cow. Andy pulled my covers away from my face and clamped his mouth shut at my glare  trying not to laugh.

"Uh oh, did someone not get any sleep?" He leaned down, his breath tickling my neck as he nipped my ear. "You could've come into my room and I would've tired you out."

His hand drifted down my chest and under my sweatpants, toying with the top of my panties. Without warning, he pulled away entirely and chuckled darkly at me. 

"Get some clothes on little one, we have to go get you a new phone before tonight and I need to get a haircut."

Between the time it took me to drag myself out of bed, dress in some simple jeans and t shirt and get downstairs the sun was streaming through the window. I spotted Andy leaning against the wall near that back doors, staring out them while drinking what I assumed was liquor of some sort. He was dressed in a plain grey t shirt and black skinny jeans, and I took a moment to really look at him. Whatever he was thinking he was deep in it, his eyebrows knotted in thought. My foot touched the last step causing a squeak that brought him out of it. He turned and placed his glass down on a table but didn't say anything. I stood there and my head started mulling over the events of last night. Was he mad I called him by his name last night? 

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small box, gesturing for me to come towards him. His cologne wrapped itself around me as I came closer, extremely curious about what was in that tiny box.

"I know you can't wear the collar I had you wear to the club out and about, especially at your mother's. So I had this made for you."

When he popped open the top of the box I almost thought this was a joke. Inside the silk pillow rested a gorgeous medium sized chain with a small lock on it. It may not have been a dainty thing but it was small enough not to raise too much suspicion and after all, I was known for wearing some more industrial pieces now and then. My heart jumped when I noticed a small 'A' etched on the lock itself.

"Do you like it?"

My eyes met his and he grinned like a mad man as I nodded. He fit it around my neck perfectly.

"Alright, now let's get to the mall so we can get on with today shall we?" 

Andy actually drove us to the mall in one of his expensive looking sports cars. Since it was the middle of a Friday the mall was mostly dead. He laced his hand in mine as we entered. The cell phone store was the first place we stopped, and the lady behind the counter smiled flirtatiously with Andy, completely ignoring me.

"What can I do for you today?" She gave him a once over, not caring whatsoever that he saw. 

"I need a new phone." He dropped my broken, sad phone on the counter with a thud. The lady asked for the number to look up the account and before I could answer, he spouted it off. I rolled my eyes, not only because that's right, I couldn't talk, but also because he made such a show of telling it to her.