Take My Hand

7 Every Game You Play

One week. It had been a little over one week since the hug thing and I had only apologized for swearing twenty thousand times. Okay I am exaggerating. Sasha had been pretty good about it though. It wasn't until the third day that he leveled any sort of punishment on me.

Every time I swore he said I had to run around the house. It was exhausting and I did not like running unless something was chasing me. Like zombies during the apocalypse or something. Although if I pictured running after that hot man, I could get by I suppose.

It was with a sense of relief that I came out of classes on the Friday to a downpour. Sasha was waiting patiently by my locker with an umbrella and very wet shoes. Amy gave me a hug and told me she would text me. I grabbed what I needed for the weekend review sheets and slammed my locker shut.

"You have everything?" He asked me as we moved to the door. The students parted like the Red Sea before the intimidating man. Some of the girls were watching him out of the corners of their eyes or whispering to their friends as he passed by. I was glad we were getting out of there.

"I think so. I did some of my morning reviews at lunch hour." I explained my rather light bag. When the door opened I looked with some surprise at the maelstrom outside. Trees were shaking like a hurricane was going on, people were running as though chased by demons, and debris blew across the courtyard.

"Stay close." Was all he said as he opened the umbrella and stepped out. I don't know how he managed to keep a hold of it, and he managed to keep us somewhat dry from the waist up. I crawled into the car quickly so he could follow me in and slam the door on the storm.

The drive back to the house was nerve wracking. People were driving like idiots and I didn't envy my driver one bit having to navigate the roads. He drove right into the garage for once and I got out wide eyed as the door came down to shut out the craziness.

"Holy. That was some sick driving Matthew." I glanced over at the driver quick enough to see him smirk.

"Thank you Master Lukas." He tipped his hat and then went to a stack of towels. I watched with some fascination as he dried the rain spots off the car. Sasha plucked at my sleeve to get my attention and we left the garage through the main door to the house.

"Your parents are not home. You may just eat in the kitchen if you wish to tonight." He said as we went up to my room. I agreed to that. He loosened my uniform as per our routine, but I wanted to change things up. It was too miserable a night to hang out in my school clothes.

"Mind if I get in my pajamas Sir?" I asked him. He hesitated, then nodded his assent as he went to my drawer to pick some out. I grinned mischievously as his back was turned and pulled my shirt up over my head. Then I popped the button on my trousers and dropped them.

"You are not shy, are you?" He drawled as he laid out my things for the night. I shrugged and fought back the urge to blush as his eyes skimmed over me quickly. My boxer briefs left little to the imagination and I was sure I looked funny with my socks and shoes still on.

"Help me with my shoes, please Sir?" I sat down on the bed and struggled a bit with one foot. He smacked my hand away and took them both off quickly. My legs dropped and I was a little disappointed when he stepped back afterwards, leaving me to dress myself. One of these days I was going to have him help me with that.

I slipped into the t-shirt and flannel pants he picked, taking a moment while his back was turned to slip off my boxers. It felt rather free and airy without them. I turned on the fireplace to ward off the chill in the air from the storm while I did the little bit of homework that I had left.

Dinner was a hearty stew and fresh buns from the oven, and the cook suggested that Sasha take me down to the workers' dining room so it wasn't so lonely. That room was about the same size as the family dining room upstairs, but crammed in enough seating for two dozen various employees at a time.