Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2) (21 page)

Was it from fear or excitement?

“Are you feeling anxious, Missy?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. You need to feel anxious. Kneel.” He held her hand until she was on her knees before him once more. He walked around her slowly, not touching her, just adding to her fear. “My mother should be here to get the kids soon. Take your dress off. I want you to think while I’m gone about how Madalyn and Liam would have felt tomorrow when you weren’t here for breakfast. Think — then we’ll talk.”

He left the room, and heard a little sob and sniffle. He hated when she cried, but this time she needed to feel what his children would’ve felt in the morning.

He found the children in the foyer, his mother helping them put on their coats. The kids had gathered their toys and books, preparing to leave.

“Garrett, I brought their jammies, so feel free to have them spend the night. You know I’d love to keep them. Be gentle with her. I think there’s a… cultural difference. I don’t think she meant to hurt you at all, really. She’s confused and just needs you to explain things better. Reason with her — and if you love her, don’t let her go.”

He blinked at his mother. She’d rendered him speechless.

“What, you didn’t think I knew why you had me watching the kids so you could ‘be alone’ with Anne — and now with Inga? C’mon, Garrett, I wasn’t born yesterday. And I want you to know, I have a husband who gets disappointed with me on occasion too.”

She started picking up the bags for the kids.

“I don’t want to know, Mom. Really, say no more. Please.”

She giggled, patting his cheek as she walked by. “I’ll never speak of it again. Be nice to her. I like her!”

“Keep it up and I’ll talk to Dad about this behavior.”

Her laugh rang out as she continued down the sidewalk toward the car, kids in tow.

Mom and Dad? No, I can’t even go there. Jesus!

He walked into the room and poor Inga looked pitiful. Her red-tipped nose and swollen eyes said she’d been crying the whole time he’d been gone.

“Have you been thinking?”

“Yes, Master.”

He stood right in front of her, “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me as you talk. How would the children have acted in the morning? How would they have felt when Miss Inga wasn’t eating with us?”

She took in a shivery breath, working up her resolve. “They would’ve been crying. And Madalyn would probably think I’d died, or that I was at the… funnel house. What does that mean anyway?”

“Never mind, I’ll explain it another day. Continue.” He walked with his hands behind his back, circling her slowly, stopping only to touch her hair, a shoulder, a breast, or her chin.

She wrung her hands. “Liam would’ve probably cried and his nightmares probably would’ve started again.” She started sobbing again, this verbal exercise just what she’d needed to feel that remorse.

“And what about me? How do you think I would’ve acted tomorrow?”

Curiosity didn’t even begin to describe how he felt, waiting for her answer.

“You’re harder to gauge. I’m thinking… you would feel guilty and sad, wondering what you did to make me leave, and then you’d be self-deprecating. Then I think at some point you’d be angry that I had left without saying something, or telling you about my feelings, plans or concerns.”

She’d been dead on. That’s exactly how he’d have felt – and how he felt at that very moment.

“You’re right. I’ve felt all of those just today. Now, I need you to tell me why you were leaving and why you didn’t think you could talk to me.” He stood in front of her, hands in his pockets. The truth will be hard to hear, but it was necessary.

“I... well, I wanted... you didn’t. I can’t even figure out how to start this. You say you love me and want to marry me, but I don’t see how when it’s been such a small amount of time. I think you’ll wake up some day and be sorry you married me. I don’t want to be a rebound. And you didn’t even talk to me about the fiancée visa. It seemed so unromantic , and I think I should’ve been involved in the decision. I mean it’s my life, right?” She winced, as if she feared she’d gone too far in sharing or questioning.

“You’re right,” he said.

She blinked a couple times, disbelief in her eyes.

“Yes, I said that. You’re right. I should’ve talked to you first. You like to be involved in decision-making. I’m learning here too. It’ll take a little time for me to learn how you like things. As Master of this house — and of you — I like to be in charge, taking control of all things. But I understand that in major decisions you want input, you want to be asked before I make a final decision for us. I think we’re going to start having a check-in time — in the morning and in the evening — for issues just like this. Okay?”

“Yes, Master. I would love to have a check-in time.” She smiled up at him. A real, honest to goodness smile. “I like having you as a Master, but I don’t like relinquishing everything. I want to know what decisions you’re considering, and have some input on them. I’ll trust and honor all decisions made by you, but I’ll be able to do it easier if I’m involved. Is that okay?”

He cupped her chin in his hand. “It’s not only okay, it’s what’s for the best. Now, as for a rebound. I’m too old to do rebounds. And you, my dear, are
not
a rebound. I’m not going to get over you, ever. And I plan on waking up happy for the next, oh — forty or fifty years. I thought you loved us. Don’t you love the kids and me?”

She threw her hands over her face. He let her cry for a bit before he lowered his voice, saying, “Answer me, Inga.”

“Yes. I love you, and I love the kids. I shouldn’t have tried to leave like this. I should’ve talked to you first and reasoned it out.”

“Yes, you should have. I’m not going to spank you though. Instead, we’re going to do something else. You wanted to leave, be without us. So, for the next half hour you’re going to be in time-out over in that corner. You’re going to face the corner — head down, ass up. I’m going to sit behind you staring at that beautiful bottom and pussy while you’re in the corner. Then for the rest of the evening, you’ll be isolated. You won’t be allowed to be in the same room I’m in. When I enter a room, you’ll be required to leave the room immediately. You’ll make no eye contact or speak. You’ll then be required to stay in your quarters without the kids, or me, until breakfast. You’ll see what it’s like to be alone and without us. Clear?

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you have any questions?”

“When will you sleep with me? Will it be tonight or tomorrow?” She peeked at him through her lashes. God, how he loved this woman. He knew he should say, ‘when I decide’ or ‘you’re being punished, no sex’. But he wanted her. Wanted to make it all right, seal it all with sex. Make love to her until dawn, taking her pussy and ass all night. He’d make her believe that she wouldn’t have sex today or tonight and then as Master, he’d seek her out when he thought the time was right.

He made his voice stern, lowering it to almost a growl. “You’ve been a bad girl. Bad girls don’t get sex. If you behave, you’ll have sex tomorrow.

Her forlorn expression showed that the message had been received. She’d be glad that he wasn’t a truly harsh Master though. “Okay, enough, girlie. Get that naughty bottom in the corner. Crawl over.”

Her cheeks flushed and she nodded to him then stopped. “Master, can I say one more thing, please?”

“Yes. Make it quick.”

“I love you, and I’m sorry. It broke my heart to think about leaving.”

“Well, you broke mine too, Miss Inga. We’ll take care of this and start over again. In the corner.”

She got down on her hands and knees, crawling to the corner. He moved aside so he would have the perfect view of her pussy peeking between her thighs. Those pretty lips shiny with her
fittsaft
.

“I want that ass nice and high, girlie.” Obediently, she rested her head on the floor in the corner and raised her ass high, her back hollowed.

“Jesus! You have the finest ass I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.” He did a slow glide with his finger around her little hole, lightly brushing the puckered skin, then sliding into the seam of her pussy, circling her clit. When her hips thrust, her ass clenching, he gave each cheek a crisp slap. “None of that, bad girl. You put that ass back up and think about what you’ve done. You have a half hour in this position.”

He grabbed a chair from the corner of her room, pulling it up behind her. Undoing his fly, he shimmied them down, his cock bouncing free from the constraints of his pants. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking the silky length, watching his nanny’s ass while he brought himself to completion.

Chapter Nineteen

Two weeks later

Inga had woken up earlier in the morning to Garrett’s head nestled between her thighs sucking on her clit. He’d been relentless and kept at her until she’d fully wakened, soon enough driving her to a screaming orgasm. When he finally stopped licking and she had been able to open her eyes, she looked down to see him look up at her, grinning like a cat with the cream, bright juices dripping down his chin.

He’d worn her out every single night since he prevented her from fleeing to Sweden. She wondered if the task of conquering and rescuing her from Sweden had brought the animal out in him. The kids would barely make it to bed, and he’d tackle her, fucking her no matter where they happened to be — the kitchen table, the bathroom, the kitchen counter, the garage, the bathtub, the shower, the deck. Anywhere.

She’d apparently fallen back asleep after he licked her into an earth-shattering orgasm again. She stretched like a cat, happy. She was truly happy and content. Hanna had been right — this was what Inga had wished for her entire life. She couldn’t remember ever being this happy. And she enjoyed sitting at his feet, serving him before herself, calling him Master, and making her pussy available to him at any given time of the day. She liked being available to him, liked being his slave.

Her submission had been progressing slowly, in her opinion, and as a result, her bottom didn’t seem like it would ever be back to normal. She hadn’t received any harsh or serious punishments, but the man had a hand harder than any paddle she’d ever experienced.

She sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, getting ready to climb out of bed and go on a hunt to find him in the house. He slept like a cat and would often be up before she could even open her eyes. She threw her robe on just as she heard his rumbling voice talking to the kids.

“Uh-uh, Madalyn. What’re the rules? Knock on the door first. Then wait for someone to tell you to come in.”

She laughed when she heard what sounded like a fist pounding on the door, trying to knock it down.

“Lightly
. Lightly knock on the door. You don’t want to scare her half to death.”

This time a little hand knocked softly on the door. Inga quickly slid back into the bed tossing the covers over her legs.

“Come in!”

The door flew open with such a force it bounced off the wall, followed by the sound of Garrett’s admonishing voice. “Easy. Open the door easily.” Garrett’s tall, muscled form appeared in the doorway, and he grinned. “Good morning, Miss Inga, we’ve come in like a herd of buffalo, but we brought you some breakfast.”

“We made it!” Madalyn said, with a joyful squeak. “Liam and I and Daddy. We made you toast, eggs, bacon, and coffee. We have coffee for her, right Daddy?”

Her little body shook with excitement as she danced and clapped her hands.

“Yes, we have some coffee too.” Garrett placed the bed tray over her lap, then picked up each of the kids to sit on the bed. “Now, be careful. No bouncing or standing. Everyone sit on your bottoms, or you’ll spill her breakfast.” He gave Inga a rueful shrug. “Sorry for the chaos.”

“I love this. It’s fun and sweet. I wouldn’t have our lives any other way.”

And she meant it. She loved the boundless energy and excitement. Children that exhibited a love of life were typically happy and loved.

Liam giggled, pointing at her plate. “Eat. Eat, Miss.”

She laughed. “It seems like someone has been listening to his father. He calls me ‘Miss’ or ‘Missy’ just like you do.”

“That’s okay, isn’t it?” Garrett looked momentarily concerned.

“Of course, I love that he’s picked up on that nickname. Okay, Liam. I’m going to eat. Did you make these for me, baby?”

Liam nodded excitedly. She took a bite of the eggs and had to admit they were very good. But Garrett cooked breakfast every morning. She would be blessed with that.

“Daddy made you coffee. You have to give her coffee, daddy.” Madalyn bounced on her knees on the bed.

“I’ve never seen Madalyn so concerned with my caffeine level. Do I look like I need caffeine that badly?”

“No. You don’t look like you need coffee. But I think you need this coffee today.” He handed her the coffee cup, a tightness in his voice.

She took the cup from his outstretched hand. There was something wrong though. It was too light. She tipped the cup, peering inside. There wasn’t any coffee, but the mug was far from empty.