Page 58 of Finding His Happiness
Too many people didn’t know how to behave.
“Thank you.” Manners. Harvey was an asshole but I had manners. “Sir.”
“Good boy.” He nodded toward the stairs. “Up to the bedroom and take off your clothes.”
Clothes were terrible sometimes.
He was smart.
Following his order, I started taking off my tie as soon as I started moving. I hated ties. Everyone hated ties. Dressing up for work shouldn’t involve ties but bosses liked them.
I’d obeyed very well by the time that I got to his bed where I could set my clothes down. Master was being very efficient too because he had my cage out and something that looked like a large fabric headband set out on the bed by the time my clothes were folded.
“Good boy.” Picking me up, he set me down by his pile and quickly put my cage on. “There we go. Now you look like my boy. I almost didn’t recognize you with a tie on.”
Once I felt like both feet were on the ground, I was going to tell him he was cute.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to need my response yet. He folded my arms over my chest and slipped the black fabric thing over my head.
It was a headband for my arms.
“This is weird.” Maybe? “It’s like a cock cage for me.”
Kind of?
Master nodded then picked me up like I was a toddler and carried me over to his big chair. When I was on his lap, wrapped up like a strange-looking Christmas present, he nodded. “There we go.”
“Yes.” I was there. “What is this?”
Looking down at myself, I studied the weird thing that wasn’t a headband. “It’s soft and...and tight or firm?”
“Think of it like a compression blanket. It’s going to help you remember that you belong to me.” He enjoyed things like that, so his answer wasn’t a surprise. “Take a deep breath.”
I obeyed but it was still weird.
“I feel like I’m in the middle of that Chinese finger jail thing that everyone played with as a kid. I got one of those when I went to a birthday party one time. I even got cake and a gift bag. I don’t remember the kid’s name but his mom was named Mary and she was nice.” She’d even snuck me more tickets from the games so that I could get three toys.
“Should we go on a date to one of those?” Master asked the strangest questions sometimes. I didn’t tell him that but his smile said he probably knew what I was thinking. “A lot of grown-ups do that for dates. I think you’d be competitive but I could beat you.”
“I’d win.” I liked winning. “I...I played that game with the balls where it’s like bowling but smaller. I was good at that one.”
Master grinned and looked like a big kid...a naughty kid. “I’m good at those games where the lights go round and round and you have to slam the button at the right time. Those give lots of tickets.”
“That’s cheating.” Ridiculous. “That’s like the lottery. Only skill games count.”
Everyone knew that.
He shrugged.
That was cheating and he knew it.
“I’m not agreeing with that.” The way he kissed my nose as I huffed said he was going to be cheeky about the whole thing. “The person with the most points or tickets wins.”
“It’s got to be skill games.” Otherwise it wasn’t a competition. “Mashing a button isn’t a skill.”
His grin...
“Playing with your button is going to be a skill you’ll appreciate it.” He laughed when I rolled my eyes. “Yep, you’re going to like my button skill then.”
