Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
So many things I didn’t understand were running through my head. His reaction to the scene was a big one, but so was mine. It’d been so freeing and so… innocent was the first word that came to mind, but judging by my cock’s reaction, it probably wasn’t the right one.
Had he noticed? I walked into the bathroom, trying to think back. I wasn’t even sure when it had happened. One moment, it was about the ball and the fun, and the next, it was more than that. It was loving and special.
My body just hadn’t seemed to understand that Owen was my brother. In that moment, he’d simply been Master. Master’s touch came with soothing words that told me what a good job I’d done and sent waves of pleasure running through me. Master had smiled when I’d barked and had run his hands through my hair like he was petting me.
It was almost like they were two different people. There was Owen, my standoffish brother who didn’t like anything I did and seemed to prefer avoiding me most of the time. Then there was Master, who smiled and let me cuddle into him. Master liked to pet me and laughed when I teased him with the ball. I couldn’t reconcile the fact that they weren’t separate individuals.
Did I have to? It probably wasn’t even something I had to worry about. What were the chances Owen would even want to explore more of it with me? Some of it was still about the research, there was no denying that, but there was also a part of me that was curious.
If just having the leash and collar on let my brain turn off like that, how would more feel? If chasing the ball had made him laugh and cuddle me, how would he have reacted to the tail? How would Master feel if it wasn’t just about the research for me any longer?
Looking at myself in the mirror, I frowned at my reflection. There was an even bigger question I was hesitant to ask.
How would I feel about taking it beyond the research? When it had first started, I’d been confident it was just about the class and getting an A. I just wasn’t sure when that had changed. Somewhere during the videos and blogs, it had moved beyond that. I just wasn’t sure where it was going.
Stripping off my clothes, I turned on the water and looked at myself in the mirror again. I still looked like me. Nothing had changed on the outside, but I felt different inside. It was like I was seeing myself for the first time, and I couldn't decide how I felt about it.
Turning, I stepped in the shower and tried to push it all away. I wanted that blissful feeling back. I wanted to have that peace and happiness where nothing mattered but pleasing Master and chasing the ball. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, letting the spray pound away at me.
Master had been smiling, and the way he’d touched my hair and that one moment where he’d cupped my face had been so tender. It’d been so long since someone looked at me like that — like I was special, and I mattered to them.
I hadn’t needed to do anything but have fun and be myself at the most basic level. That had been enough for Master to smile at me and want to spend time with me. He’d stayed, sitting down on the floor and throwing the ball just because it made me happy.
I wanted it back.
I wanted that perfect moment back, but I had no idea how to get it.
How was I supposed to open up to Master and ask him for more when I wasn’t even sure what it was or how to define anything that we’d done? How could I explain that it couldn’t be wrong if it was that perfect?
Chapter 8 Owen
My coworkers had seen me come in hung over, right after being fucked senseless, on the heels of an all-nighter… On one occasion, I’d even gone in still half-drunk, which I would never do again.
They were used to seeing me and knowing that I’d done something the night before. I was even known for spilling the details with the ones I knew wouldn’t go straight to HR. Despite all of that, I took my job seriously. People were constantly giving me that look when I said where I worked, and they liked to ask me when I was going to find a real job. It shouldn’t have stung, considering the idea of dealing with a nonstop turnover of coworkers while having to leave smelling like a grease pit wasn’t the most appealing. But there was always this judgment in their eyes, this half-smirk that made it clear they thought they were better than me.