Eventually, I got out of bed, used the restroom, then brushed my teeth. I contemplated taking a shower, but wondered if I should find Sir first. I didn’t want to do anything if he had other plans. Then again, after last night…
Yeah. I decided a shower was in order.
I tried to hurry, eager to find Sir, to see what his plans were for the day. Still, it took roughly thirty minutes to go through my routine, then another twenty to dry my hair. I opted to forego makeup for the time being. If he planned to go out tonight, I would have to redo it anyway.
After wandering through the giant house, I finally found him upstairs in what appeared to be a state-of-the-art gym. You could’ve fit two of my apartments in the room. Maybe three. And it held every piece of equipment that a normal gym held, from weight machines to treadmills to a section that held large ropes and some sort of contraption decorated with various ropes and straps.
“Mornin’,” he greeted, grabbing a towel and wiping off his face.
I leaned against the doorjamb and smiled at him, admiring his lean, muscular form. “Good morning.”
“I was startin’ to think you were gonna sleep all day.”
“I could have,” I admitted. “But I missed you.”
He quickly looked away and I wondered if my statement bothered him. Honestly, it had slipped out. I hadn’t meant anything by it, but I could tell he didn’t want to hear things like that. I decided not to think too much on it, mentally warning myself not to do it again.
I plastered a smile on my face and changed the subject. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Well, I have a conference call in half an hour. I thought I’d shower while you make breakfast. Then tonight, we’re going to the club.”
“Is it a dance club, Sir?” I already knew it wasn’t, but I was trying to get his mind off my blunder.
He peered over at me with a wicked grin on his face. “No, pet. Definitely not a dance club.”
“Oh.”
“I promise, you’ll enjoy it.” He moved toward me, carrying the towel with him. “While I shower, please throw something together for breakfast. Nothing fancy. I don’t eat much in the mornin’.”
Before he passed, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
I sighed to myself when he disappeared around the corner.
This was going to be interesting for sure.
I made oatmeal and fruit for breakfast. I wasn’t sure what Sir liked, but I figured that was a safe bet since he had both in the house.
I had the table set, including a cup of coffee, when he returned. Like last night, he was wearing a pair of jeans with no shirt or shoes or glasses and the man stole my breath.
“I hope you like oatmeal,” I said, motioning toward the table.
His smile seemed somewhat forced. “It’ll do.” He nodded toward the chair opposite him. “Sit.”
I sat while he opened his laptop and sipped his coffee. I ate in silence, watching him as he typed. When his gaze lifted to mine, he seemed to be checking to see if I was eating.
“Are you finished?”
I nodded, pushing the remainder of my oatmeal away. I rarely ate breakfast and the only reason I had was because I hated to see all of it go to waste. It was evident Sir was not going to eat. I had no idea why he even bothered having me make anything.
“Good.” He picked up his phone. “I need to take this call.”
I started to get up. “I’ll just go watch TV or something.”
Sir shook his head, then motioned for me to come toward him.
“I’d actually like to feel that sweet mouth on my dick while I’m on my call.”
Heat infused me at his words.
“Crawl under the table, sweetness. Work me over with your mouth, but if you make me come, you will be punished.”
The thought of punishment still terrified me. After what Master had done…
“Don’t make me ask twice.”
Realizing I’d frozen, I shook off the thought and dropped to my knees, crawling beneath the table. Sir did the honors of freeing his cock before taking a seat in the chair.
“Yes, this is Landon Moore.”
Deciding to treat this as the honor that it was, I started teasing Sir’s cock with my tongue, taking my time tasting him while he spoke above me. I couldn’t make out every word, but I wasn’t trying to either. I got lost in the taste of him, using my hand to stroke him while licking and sucking his cock and balls. I had no idea how much time had passed when Sir pushed back his chair, stealing his cock right out of my mouth.
“Come here, pet,” he ordered.
I crawled out from under the table and got to my feet. I had barely managed to stand tall when he physically lifted me and carried me over to the island, setting my butt on the cold granite.
