Coming home from the town of Wildwood, Heath Talbot pulled into the circular gravel drive out front of Margo Needy's mansion. Sitting idle behind his steering wheel he noticed Lily Crowe and her boyfriend Ben Dunn playing frisbee catch with her sheepdog Studly. Having known the Crowes since childhood, seeing her now a strange emotion overcame Heath picturing Lily in her pigtail days. Messing with her when she was stuck in the sex swing was only to taunt her, same for letting her see his dick after swimming. Their relationship was like a big brother, baby sister thing and nothing more. Of course, in seeing her pussy while her feet were up in the stirrups of the swing it did look appealing.
"I better leave well enough alone or Eric will hate my guts. I got Margo, Jenna, and... Frannie if I can cope with her ole' man Riley. Him suggesting I meet his wife more often isn't an issue but after his gay biker brother nearly taking my ass, I'm not so sure I want to deal with Frannie much more. School car wash was pretty hot though. Making her blow the Hancock boys was fun, she was obedient. Hmm? Yeah, we'll see."
With perishable meat in the back of his SUV he climbed out and opened the hatch. Bags in hand he started for the house when Studly swooped in to excitably jump all over him. Lily goading the dog made it even worse, "Hump his leg Studly!" Not today! The pup just smelled raw meat. At the door Ben flew in for an assist grabbing Studly's collar to hold him back, then turned the knob for him. A boot toe entrance Heath huffed, "You're the wimp, Benson." Maaaan! Better than no recognition at all.
Heel slamming the door behind him Heath moved to the kitchen and fought the freezer space to accommodate his steaks, pastrami tube, and burgers. Cheese in the fridge, chips going to his room he found something new to grumble about. "Why didn't I buy bread somewhere. No burger buns even. Too big of a hurry, I guess. I'll just text Eric or Cabot to buy me some on their way home. Them giving me Margo's money for my cell even a loaf of bread is probably asking a lot. That would look bad. Man, Margo needs to go shopping, maybe I'll do a good deed and get her out of the house tomorrow or the next. The more I offer to do she might go easy on me when rent's due next week. I suppose if I can't come up with the money, she might just stop being my slave until I pony up. I'm a fool to believe I really do own her, she's told me in the past it's basically roleplay, but then again, she's also committed herself to serving me. As easy as it should be being her master, it's not." Puffing his cheeks, he realized he didn't even have catsup, mustard, or dill pickles. Now steak sauce he could live without.
"One thing at a crime." He chuckled! "Let's toss tampons at Momma Margo and figure out the rest of my day. Those tacos filled me up so I'm good with these chips as a snack. I wonder what time Eric's mom and dad are driving out. I'll say hi then stay out of the fireworks. That's all between family whatever the hell is going on." He hadn't really been filled in much on the events of Ben and Tyler Overmeyer's windshield. If he had then maybe he would have sided with Ben. Nothing like breaking shit to make you feel better.
Heading upstairs he went straight to Margo's removed bedroom door and found it empty other than a wine-colored, dress laying over her mattress. Examining it he saw how short it was. "At least she's listening to me concerning wardrobe. Man, as much as I love barking order's I do respect the Crowe's. Maybe I should go easy on Margo. Humiliating her by bleeding all over in front of them is a douche thing to do." Sitting her new box of tampons on her dresser he stepped into her closet and checked out what she had available. Almost as if he had read her mind, he zeroed in on the black leather pants. "Biker bitch mode. Man, I wish I could afford a Harley I'd be hitting the open road with Margo on my ass." The guy needed a job to buy a bike.
Hanging her dress up he replaced it on the mattress with the leather pants. She could figure out a shirt to match. At least she would know he had a change of heart. "I wonder where Bri and Jeff went. Trucks..." He peered out her curtains toward the back of the house. "... out at the car barn. They must be hauling the salvageable mattresses up to the attic. I don't see Margo with them I wonder where she ran off too. Unless she's in the Batcave. Could be in our bondage attic but I'd hear creaking on the floor. I need to tie her ass up again here soon." Yeah, his earlier self-doubts went right out the window. Welcome back Asshole!
Grabbing his bag of Lays potato chips from the dresser next to her tampons he headed across the hall and down a few doors toward his bedroom. Stopping at the washer/ dryer he checked to see if she had transferred loads. Nope! Still wet! A swift toss of her bedding and towel into the dryer with dryer sheets he fired it up and fulfilled his good deed. "Naptime!" Even he was running low on batteries being up all night.
Knob twisting, he opened the bedroom door and heard whimpers. "What the heck?" There was Margo curled up in his bed snoring like an angel. Grinning at her nudity he quickly realized something. "Shit! Now I'll need to wash my bedding. She's bleeding on my sheets." As much as he grumbled over it, he couldn't hold a grudge. The bitch was a sleeping, Goddess! "I guess she missed me and wanted to be near my scent. Damn!" His heart soared! Stripping out of his clothing he curled up behind her and pulled her to him, wrapping muscular arms about her chest. Sensing his arrival, she glued herself up against him. Naptime lasted three minutes before her cellphone alarm went off, having hit snooze six times before this round. "Shut that shit off."
"I need to get up. I'm not sure when Eric's parents are coming by. I need to get dressed and clean the living room up a little."
"Already did. I put your bedding in the dryer too."
"Aww! Thank you, Master."
"You have until 8:00 to be yourself. I can't humiliate Eric over you bleeding in front of his mom. I figure the Crowe's need to believe Lily is safe here."
"That's very wise. I think my master is growing up." She giggled. "I'm going to offer Lily a chance to stay here up to a week. Give her a hint of independence I suppose. She can sleep in my bed once I put the clean sheets back on. I have my cage."
"Yes, you do. Just because Lily might stay doesn't change things. Nude 24/7 once the Crowe's go home. Lily just gets over it."
"Eric might..."
"You heard me."
"Yes, Master." She offered a sheepish grin.
"I brought some steaks home from one of my dad's freezer's; he bought a side of beef. No bread and stuff but hey. You need to go grocery shopping. I'll drive you in tomorrow."
"Perfect! I'll leave a bloody trail in the IGA."
"Clean up in aisle five!" He chuckled. "I found a pair of leather pants in your closet. Wear those until 8:00. Pick your own shirt!" She stared at him for a moment as if thinking to herself that he had read her mind. Without acknowledging that perception she simply kissed him and said, "Thank you, Master."
"Back to heartless by 8:00 tonight."
