Take My Hand

36 Let's Play Master and Servant

My first week went pretty well. It was hard work, but both Helen and Susan were really helpful and informative. They didn't get mad at me if I messed up a little now and then, they just showed me how to fix it.

Soon I was fixing my own problems instead of even bothering to tell them. The data entry was getting easier as I got familiar with it, and with all the new terms. Susan gave me a list of all their codes and that made things go smoother.

The second week I was there, I was just put to work and given a more regular schedule. I would be helping them for the first month, then they were planning to switch my shift. I gave my hours to Sasha and he ruffled my hair affectionately.

I was slowly adding my other chores into my time when I got home. I would have an hour or so before Sasha got home some days anyways, so I tried to do it then while I still had some momentum from work.

It meant our time was all ours. Relaxing dinners, sometimes with gentle music in the background, punctuated our evening with a romantic feel. We cuddled on the couch and watched tv or played video games.

I was too tired to do much else. Mentally exhausted seemed to equal physically exhausted most days. I was just getting used to it after the first full week, and really ready to get some sexy time in after two.

When the door jiggled tonight, I was practically running to greet Sasha as he came in the door. I grinned at him and threw my arms around his shoulders. He let out an oomph and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I missed you." I whispered and pecked his lips daringly. He grinned at me.

"Well, aren't you affectionate tonight. What do you want Lukas?" He murmured back with a raised brow.

"I'm off tomorrow..." I said suggestively, looking down. He hummed.

"Yes, I know. And?" He replied. One of his hands was travelling down and I bit my lip.

"I thought maybe we could..." I glanced up at him. He was grinning at me expectantly. I shrugged, too embarrassed to say it. Jesus, what do I say? Fuck me. I wasn't supposed to swear....

"Maybe we could... what?" He asked me in a low voice. I gulped.

"Could we... may I... uhm, I want to play?" I asked, feeling timid despite my showy welcome home. I glanced at him again and was happy that he seemed relaxed and smiling. At least he wasn't mad at me for asking.

"Later Lukas, let me get inside." He responded. I nodded and let go so he could take off his shoes. I watched him take off his coat, and he walked into the living room to drop it onto the back of the couch.

He went into the kitchen and started making dinner. I watched him as he boiled the water and heated sauce on the stove. I helped him wash vegetables and set the table. We sat with our pasta and ate with music.

I could watch him eat all the time. His hands moved fluidly and he was almost elegant when he did so. Compared to other people, it was fascinating. My father ate without paying attention, Chris was sloppy, and my mother picked at her food.

Sasha was different. Each mouthful was a thoughtful cutting and chewing of the meal. It was sensual, but that was probably just a weird kink of mine. All I could think of was those hands on my body, or those lips.

I had a boner in the middle of dinner. I was pathetic. I was blushing now too. I tried to concentrate on my food, but my crotch was aching and throbbing for attention. It was damn awkward.

I heard him chuckle to himself and looked over. He raised a brow at me. I blushed harder and shrugged. He shook his head and finished his meal. I was only a bite or two behind him, since I took less.