Page 99 of There's a Way

Micca got out of bed and went to the bathroom, and she put a robe on and stopped in front of a window when she came out. “How many bikers did we invite? That’s a lot of motorcycles.”

A lodge employee told us the bikers had drawn a lot of attention on their way through Highlands, and I didn’t doubt it.

The guest list had kind of gotten away from us, with all three of us adding people not on the original list.

“Nine, Sir. Razor let Matty ride his own bike, and Animal rode his with them, so that would make eleven bikes.”

“I count twelve.”

I smiled at that, and explained, “Angelica was lobbying hard to ride her own bike and not have to be on the back of Bash’s. Maybe he let her.” Talking about them reminded me of werewolves, and that reminded me of vampires. I knew some were coming, but they weren’t staying at the lodge, and I wondered if Micca knew more. “We ended up with four vampires, and they’re all staying nearby somewhere, but not here.”

She nodded. “Bran has some kind of super-duper sunscreen he can wear for special occasions, but he won’t exit his sunproof limo until the ceremony starts. Hailey, too. The rest are Strigorii, so we won’t see them until the sun is down.” She turned away from the view to look at us. “Did I tell you what Kirsten did last night? She saw the hourglass in the little arrangement on the table that will hold the cake, and she popped to Alfheim and got the hourglass we used to keep track of the time while we were there, popped back with it, and traded out the one in the arrangement with the real one. We need to make sure we get it before we leave, so it can go somewhere in the Beast Castle.”

“The masks are going to hang in our bedroom, so maybe the hourglass should go on a nearby shelf?” It seemed like a private thing, and that reminded me of meeting Benji. “Did any of us know Silver has a brother? He seems really nice.”

“I didn’t,” Will said. “I’m glad she’s comfortable enough with all of us to introduce him.”

“Him calling herJulesdoesn’t really answer any questions,” Micca said. “Julie, Julia? Julian, Julius?”

Master gave her a look that clearly meant he wasn’t pleased, and Micca glared right back at him. “I’m allowed some behind-closed-doors curiosity!” She crossed her arms. “I’d never say that where anyone else could hear, and Iknowit’s none of my business, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still be curious.”

Master must’ve decided to change the subject, because he said, “I know we agreed to this crazy idea of no sex for a week, butdamndo I want to feel our boy’s mouth on my dick.” He rolled out of bed and stood. “If I can’t fuck, I want to eat. How long until breakfast?”

“It’s at ten, Master,” I said. “What time is it now?” We had an alarm set for nine, so it was earlier than that.

He lifted his phone and set it back down. “We have an hour and twenty minutes.Damn. Let's get ready and head to the main building to see if any of our early-riser guests are there, enjoying the coffee.”

“Permission to get a shower, Master?”

“After me, because if you join me in there all naked and sexy, I’ll end up finding the back of your throat no matter the crazy idea I agreed to during a moment of insanity.” He walked into the bathroom butt-assed naked, his cock rock hard, and said, “No rules against me beating off. You, however, will just have to suffer. Change out the stainless plug for the big purple one.”

“Excellent,” Sir said. “I’ll put it in for you. Get it from the suitcase and bend over the bed, slaveboy.”

She paddled my ass until it was bright red after she crammed the huge plug up my ass. Not enough to bring me to tears, but there was no doubt I felt it.

When it was time for me to get into the shower, my cock was standing proud andthrobbing. My mind went back to the whole money thing, thinking maybe I could get my cock to deflate if I got my mind off the plug and how hot my ass was after the paddling.

I’d asked to make some changes to my contract a few days earlier. A trip to the storage room with Master and Sir, and I’d told Master I didn’t want to have my own money anymore. I wanted to be a slave in every way, and that meant what I made went to him and Sir, not to me.

I’d had a small list of things to ask for, and Sir noted that every request would push me more towards a total slave. “Most Masters have to deal with slaves who want more privileges. You’re asking for less.”

I’d shrugged. “Sometimes it feels like the two of you are being more lenient because you love me, and that’s what I want, the whole beloved slave thing, but I also don’t want to feel like either of you aren’t enjoying me as much as…” I shrugged. “I don’t want to create more work for my Masters, so, no extra rules unless it’s something one or both of you want to add.”

“I’m probably guilty of that at times,” Sir said, and she’d shrugged before adding, “But I’m not going to change. Sometimes I’m harder on you because I love you, other times I give you some leniency. You’ll just have to deal with it.”

Master had smiled at her, and then looked back to me with his face serious. “We will discuss you quitting your job when we decide to add kids to our little family. Until then, I believe it’s healthy for you to have a little of your own life, outside of our home. We might look into you taking more time off for the band’s next tour, so you can spend more time with me. Maybe a month with me and then a month back here, but that’s a discussion for later.” He’d sighed. “Actually, all of this is a discussion for later. Your requests are noted, but we havetoo much going on right now to decide big stuff. We’ll talk again when we return from our honeymoon. I’ll put it on our calendar.”

And he had. The day after we returned, he had the three of us slotted for a three-hour meeting in the turret — meaning he’d be telling me his decision and not negotiating with me, and that was a relief. I didn’t want to go back to the storage room to negotiate anything. I’d made my requests, and whether I got new rules or not would be up to Master.

I’d fought so hard to keep some autonomy when we first got together, would he let me hand it all over?

Master won’t let me pay for anything. Not the clothes he buys me, or groceries, or even my car insurance, since he said it’s so expensive on the car he bought me. Would he see this as me trying to contribute to the household? I didn’t know, and he hadn’t given me any clues, just that we had too much happening right before the wedding — which I couldn’t argue with.

My cock was still hard as a rock when I got out of the shower. That line of thought hadn’t helped me think of things besides slavery and sex.

“Oh, it looks like someone needs his balls iced,” Sir said when I walked out, and my cock throbbed even more with the threat.

She was right, though. The jeans Master had picked for me to wear would broadcast my hard-on to everyone. Ihatehaving my balls iced, but I stood quietly and let her do it.

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