Take My Hand

41 Then this is the one

I sighed when I got home and put my things away properly. My backpack hung in the front hall. My containers got washed and put in the strainer. I lugged myself upstairs to get changed out of my work clothes.

I went into the bathroom and cleaned the toilet, sink, and a quick scrub around the tub. I wiped all the shelves that needed dusting and changed the towels for new ones. The laundry basket was full so I took it to the hallway to remind me to take downstairs.

I did the other bathroom, because even though it wasn't used often it still got dusty and dirty if I didn't clean it. It only took me about an hour to finish all the bathrooms, not including the floors. I did those another day.

Sasha came in the door and I was just coming out of the utility cubby that was hidden behind the washroom. There was a stacked set of washer and dryer in there, and not much room for anything else.

He had shown it to me when I first did the laundry, and he admitted he was relieved that he didn't have to try and shove himself into the small space anymore. I laughed then, cause it was true. He was too big for the small space.

"How was your day?" He asked, then gave me a hug. I smiled at him tiredly.

"Actually, pretty good. Marcus was being civil today." I replied, watching him go into the kitchen and start making my absolute favourite. Homemade burgers and fries. I helped him wash the potatoes and he chopped them into strips.

He began to form the patties and I gulped a little, but made up my mind. I quietly took off my clothes, folding them and placing them neatly on the side table in the living room. Then I set the table so it was all ready.

Sasha glanced over at me with an alert expression, but didn't say anything about my change of attire. It was only when I sank onto my knees on the floor and assumed position four that I heard him hum.

"What did you do, Lukas." It was more of a statement than a question as he continued to make dinner. I cleared my throat.

"I called my co-worker a dickhead after he left the office." I told him in a clear voice. I heard him chuckle, and grinned at the floor. We both knew he was a dickhead, I just shouldn't have said it out loud.

"Your thoughts are your own, but your words are exposed to others. Stay there until your dinner is ready and all is forgiven pet." His words were mild and I sighed in relief. This was actually better than working out for swearing.

It wasn't long before he was bringing the plates over with food on them anyways. Five or ten minutes kneeling was somewhat uncomfortable, but not impossible. It wasn't the worst punishment I had had before anyways.

I counted the times I had to run around the estate before as the worst punishment. Although now that I was working out, it wasn't as bad as it used to be. I didn't feel like I would die from running.

"Come sit on my lap, Lukas." Sasha patted his thigh and I looked at him eagerly as I got up from the floor.

"Really Sir!?" I asked excitedly. He chuckled and nodded. I sat down carefully across his lap, my feet dangling on one side and facing perpendicular to both him and the table.

"I'll eat my burger first, then I will feed you." He told me quietly in my ear. I nodded and waited patiently, one arm wrapped over his shoulder and the other carefully tucked to my side.

I admit I watched him eat. I loved doing that. I think he knew it now. He was smiling a little and would glance at me from the corner of his eyes when he licked his lips. He reached for a napkin at one point, but I reached out to stop him.

"Let me, Sir." I whispered. He looked at me with a raised brow. I leaned forward and licked the juices that had dripped down his chin, all the way to the corner of his mouth. He kissed me gently and pulled away.