I help the kids with their new pet routine before bed, when my email suddenly pings.
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnston
Occasion: Situation inspection.
Date: 31st May
Time: 7 PM
Place: Room 612, Rosewood London
Dress code: Bondage
My eyes widen.
Bondage?
What the fuck?
I wake to a bang on the door, and I jump, startled.
“Brell, come quick,” Sammy’s panicked voice calls through the door before I hear him tear down the hallway.
Huh. I frown as I look around the room. What’s going on?
Then I hear Julian’s voice bellowing throughout the house.
What’s going on out there? I grab my robe and throw it on before I open my bedroom door.
“You can’t be serious?” I hear Julian yell. “This is fucking unbelievable.” Shit, he’s cursing in front of the children. What on earth is the matter? I run up into the house and my eyes widen as soon as I step foot inside.
Julian, Willow, and Samuel are all standing frozen still as they survey the damage.
The puppy has ripped open the two bean bags and there are tiny beanbag balls spread all over the house.
My mouth falls open as I assess the damage. The entire living room is in disarray. The cushions are on the floor, not on the sofa where they should be. The pot plant has been chewed to within an inch of its life. It now has no leaves left and is turned on its side. The tiny beanbag balls are spread over the floor like thick snow, even covering the floor throughout the kitchen and dining room. There are even skid marks where she has been running and sliding in them. My eyes rise to find Sammy and Willow, who are standing with wide eyes in silence, horrified and clearly unsure what to say about the catastrophe in front of us. The cat appears through the white snow covered in the white balls, hundreds of them now stuck to his fur.
I can’t help it. I put my hand over my mouth and burst out laughing.
“This is not funny, Miss Brielle,” Julian barks.
I belly laugh even harder, picking up a handful of the white balls before I throw them at Willow and Samuel. “Look! It’s snowing.”
The puppy comes running into the room like a rock star, diving into the white balls at full speed.
“That dog is a damn menace,” Julian growls. “Look at this place! It’s completely destroyed.”
“She’s just a little baby.” I laugh and I dive into the balls beside her. “You’re a naughty puppy.” She jumps on me and starts to paw my hair. “Get down here, you two, and play with your baby.”
Sammy and Willow exchange looks, and then Sammy dives onto the floor without a care in the world. It isn’t long before Willow bursts out laughing and falls down beside us. The puppy goes ballistic, barking and growling as it gets excited with us playing with her. I throw some white balls over Willow’s head. Then I lie on my back and move my hands and feet. “Look, make a snow angel.” I laugh.
Sammy and Willow follow suit. I glance up and see Julian staring at the three of us, frozen and disgusted. “What the hell are you three doing?” he snaps. “The house is completely ruined and all you three can do is laugh and play in the mess?”
I throw a handful of balls at him. “Take some photos of us, you cranky pants.”
He folds his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow. “Miss Brielle, must you find everything funny?”
The puppy growls, leaning back on her back legs right before she pounces towards him in full attack mode. I giggle and get up with two big handfuls of balls. “Get him, kids,” I cry as I pelt the balls toward Julian’s head. We all jump up and chase him.
“Stop it,” he shouts as he tries to get away.
“Get him!” I order.
“What the hell?” he cries and he starts to run into the kitchen. The children squeal in delight and we grab his arms, the three of us dragging him to the floor and completely cover him in balls. I flop down beside him. Willow and Sammy do the same, and our little rock star puppy prances out and sits on Julian’s chest, proud as punch of her handy work. Julian shakes his head and looks to the ceiling for some kind of divine intervention.
“This is unbelievable,” he mutters.
I throw some balls into the air. “Tell someone who cares.”
Willow giggles. “Yeah, Dad, tell somebody who cares.”
I read the email again. It’s now Tuesday morning and I’m preparing for my date night.
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnston
Occasion: Situation inspection.
Date: 31st May
Time: 7 PM
Place: Room 612, Rosewood London
Dress code: Bondage
What the actual fuck does he mean by bondage? Does he expect me to turn up to the date tied up in a mummy suit with a ball gag in my mouth? Bondage is what you do, not what you wear. At least that’s what I thought. Not that I would really know, I suppose. I’ve never been with a kinky bastard before I met Mr. Masters.
I soon find myself walking through the heavy metal door of the sex shop, anyway. It’s completely soundproofed and the windows are painted over. A porno is playing on the televisions displayed on the walls. It’s 9:30 a. m. Jeez, these guys are hardcore. I glance up and see a girl on a bed. She’s on her hands and knees with three naked men standing over her. God, this place is seedy.
“Can I help you?” the young man asks. He looks about nineteen, like he’s straight out of school. What the hell is he doing here?
Does your mother know where you work, young man?
“No, thank you. Just browsing.”
I really do need his help but I’m not dealing with him explaining to me the ropes of bondage while literally showing me the ropes of bondage. The back wall is filled with whips, chains, and all kinds of tools that look like they belong in an archaeological dig up. I see a photo of a woman tied up, suspended from the ceiling. The ropes are wound around her breasts so tight they’ve turned her flesh blue. Surely that can’t be fucking healthy for breast tissue? I fold my arms over my chest, somewhat uncomfortable with what I’m seeing. What the hell does he think he’s actually going to do to me, anyway?
I take out my phone. I’m calling him. I’m not into this. He is not doing that to my boobs. Over my dead body is he doing that shit. I dial his number, and he answers on the first ring.
“Good morning, my beautiful Bree,” his deep voice purrs.
I smile goofily and put my head down so the young guy can’t hear me. “I’m in the sex shop,” I whisper.
“Are you?” He replies sexily.
“I don’t know what bondage is, but I assure you that you are not bruising my boobs.”
He chuckles. “And I can assure you that there will be no marks left behind.”
“Jules, no,” I whisper.
He chuckles again. “Only buy what you’re comfortable with.”
I glance over and see a huge black strap-on dildo. “Fine. I’m going to get a huge strap-on dildo and fuck you up the ass.”
He bursts out laughing. “I can also assure you that is not happening. I don’t take it up the ass. Yours, however, is up for discussion.”
“It is not!”
“I’ve got to go to court now, babe. See you tonight.” He hangs up.
I frown. Great lot of help he was. Judge Pervert, that’s what he is.
A young woman comes out from the back room, walking in my direction with a smile on her face. “Do you need some help?”
“Umm.” I frown. “I suppose. I’m looking for something bondage-y that doesn’t look like that.” I point to the photo of the poor woman who has been turned into a rolled roast.
“You’re more of a dabbler, I take it.”
I nod. “Yes. I’m definitely dabbling, but not…” I wave my arms around. “Bruising.”
She narrows her eyes as she looks around. “Okay. Over here we have some really cute black leather lace-up lingerie sets. You could maybe get some handcuffs or something to go with them.”
“Yes, that. That I can do.”
I wait in the park for Emerson. It’s Tuesday lunchtime and she is on her lunch break. We haven’t been seeing each other as much as we would like to. Not since she met Alastar and I began sneaking around with Julian. In a bid to solve that problem, I’ve started making lunch for us both on a morning and meeting her here each day.
“Hello, my beautiful friend.” I smile as she drops down onto the picnic blanket beside me. I open her a can of drink and put the straw in for her, passing it over with a smile.
“I’m missing you.” She frowns.
“I know, me too.” I hand her a sandwich.
“How’s work going?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s okay. I don’t really know what I’m doing, though.”
We chew our food. “How’s your spunky boss?”
I smile, I’m going to try and ease her into the idea of Julian and I. “Spunky?”
She watches me, waiting for more information.
“We watched Terminator together the other night.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. The room was dark and the kids were on the floor in front of us.”
She frowns as she chews. “And?”
“He used my foot to wank himself off.”
Her eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. “What?”
“He grabbed my foot under the blanket, and then he rubbed it over his hard cock.”
“Fuck off! He did not?”
I smile; you don’t know the half of it. “Oh, he did.”
She chews her sandwich, her eyes the size of saucers. “What happened then?”
“I let him.”
Her mouth falls open. “I don’t believe this.”
I grin. “He’s so fucking hot.”
“How was it?” Her eyes hold mine. “How’s his dick?”
“Huge.”