The Assistant

Chapter Twelve

Both the men took to the change in our little arrangement nicely, Patrick no longer feared every interaction I had with Jon, and actually started planning things with him again. My new morning routine was to bring Patrick his coffee, updates from his clients, and stay on my knees until he was finished with my mouth. Afterward, he would find something to hide under my clothes for the day. A few days ago it had been a silk rope harness under my sundress, yesterday it was nipple screws - a variant on nipple clamps that weren't as visible under my shirt - and the word slut emblazoned on my torso in Barbie pink lipstick. My black blouse was loose and hid both of these things nicely.

After I finished with my Master, I would go upstairs to Jon's office to do his check-in and pre-screen client requests, then he would find something special for me to do. Like sucking his cock while he was on a conference call or letting him finish on my tits before he'd send me down to reception to pick up papers or meet with someone. Patrick found this particularly amusing and encouraged it, sometimes with the added step of wearing a butt plug or a vibrator.

I loved it all, especially the newfound determination in Jon to break my bratty attitude, and Patrick's increased sadistic impulses. Jon's toy collection in the office went from a paddle and a handful of items to a full secret cabinet that held new floggers and whips. Most days my ass would end up covered in welts or my thigh-highs scratched to shit from crawling on the floor. What I didn't love was that Patrick breaking my new routine to go to Tokyo for a week. An entire week, without me! I was pouty, upset, and mad that he was leaving me behind and upending the schedule that I had latched onto. I needed routine like I needed food; it kept me sane, it kept me from having to go back to therapy, and most importantly it kept me from slipping into a depressive episode. Not that they knew about any of that, I found it personal and I wasn't willing to share that information with them yet.

"And you promise you'll Skype?" I asked, failing to hide my disappointment.

Patrick sighed as he continued packing his luggage. "Kitten, it's only a week."

I clutched his duvet tightly in my hands as I spoke, "You didn't answer my question."

"Yes," he replied exasperatedly. "I promise I will Skype you. We already had this discussion."

I keep hoping you'll just ask me to come with you instead. "I know, I'm just going to miss you is all," I mumbled as I gazed down at the dark gray damask pattern. I really wanted to go with him, even going so far as to ask, but it was a no go. He would be travelling around the country for pretty much the entire trip just to be in and out of meetings, and since I didn't speak the language, I would just be relegated to the various hotel rooms.

He glanced up and visibly softened as he watched me with his warm amber eyes. "I'll miss you too," he said as he gestured for me to come closer.

I grinned and crawled to the foot of the bed so I could kneel and pull him in for a kiss. He tasted like strawberry jam and mimosas, which really only added in my aching heart over him leaving because now we couldn't have breakfast together.

"Have you thought more about staying with Jon?" he asked as he pulled away, his eyes heated as his hand stroked down my naked torso.

It was my turn to sigh in exasperation. "You want me to stay with him?"

"Yes, we have plans worked out for you that I'd like to see to fruition, but I understand if you don't want to."

Oh. I liked that idea. "My Master and my Daddy making sinister plans?" I cooed while sliding my hands up under his loose cotton V-neck. "How could I resist?"

Patrick wrapped his arms around me and kissed the shell of my ear, a light shiver made its way up my spine at his touch. "Mm," he agreed with a hum. "I knew Complacent Lydia was hiding in there somewhere." I smacked his chest, not that my limp hand did much against his muscle, but he laughed and just kissed his way down my throat. "Too cute for your own good," he murmured against me.