Jacob put his hands on her upper arms, and shook her. “I’ll relent about you staying here during the week. I’ll even give in about the rent. But if I hear you refer to yourself, in any way, as a failure, I will bend you over my knee and wallop your bare behind. Do you understand me?”
Megan’s smile lit up her entire face and she threw her arms around him. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered in his ear, and he looked at her in total amazement.
“You’re thanking me for threatening to turn your ass red?”
She burst out laughing. “No, you idiot, I’m thanking you for being so great about the apartment, and rent and everything.”
Just at that moment, a van pulled into the parking lot.
“It’s lucky for you that Mat’s computer geek friend just showed up, or you’d be finding out what kind of punishment a sub gets for calling her Dom an idiot,” Jacob growled. “Never mind, it’ll keep.”
Megan gave him a look of alarm. “I’m really sorry, it just slipped out. Um, maybe I should go in and find Rachel?”
He put a finger under her chin and gave her a devilish grin. “Yes, Megan, maybe you should.”
Chapter Ten
Rachel was relieved to know that Megan and Jacob had sorted everything out, and the few hours went by quickly, all of them making notes about computer systems, décor, supplies and advertising.
By two thirty they were all hungry, and Mat and Jacob took off to get lunch.
While Rachel was making a note of how much shelving they’d need in office, Megan took the key and let herself into the apartment again.
It was perfect for her. She couldn’t believe that she’d actually be living on her own, paying the bills herself, and proving she could be a success.
While she walked around, letting her hand trail over the sofa, and counter top, and even trying out the bed, she thanked her lucky stars that she’d met Jacob that night, and finally, she was getting a chance to make something of herself.
She heard Rachel calling for her, and, after locking the door, she hurried back to the main office area.
The guys were back, and they all tucked into a huge bag of chicken wings and fries. While they ate, Megan learned that Mat and Rachel had been married for nearly five years, and were now thinking about having children.
It was funny to think that Rachel wasn’t that much older than she was. Maybe if she had had an easier childhood, she could have been happily married, with a career, and babies on her mind.
The chatter soon turned to the party at Jacob’s house, and Megan’s stomach lurched, with nerves, when she thought of what was to come in a few hours.
She smiled to herself at the pun. No doubt, there would be plenty of coming. She just hoped it wouldn’t be in front of everyone else.
By about four thirty, Jacob told Megan to get her things so they could head back to the house to get things ready for the get together.
Rachel gave Megan a hug, and told her she’d see her later. It felt really good to know she had made a friend here already, especially someone who would be at the house tonight.
They made a couple of stops on the way back. One was to a local family business that did catering, and Jacob let Megan choose a selection of finger foods that would be delivered to the house, later, much to her surprise.
“They’ll deliver on the same day?” she asked, impressed.
“That’s one of the perks of small town life,” Jacob answered. “Cities are useful in their way, but for me, it’s always been about country living. Even living here, in the center of town, would probably drive me crazy. I like peace and quiet, and some land to work on.”
Megan took his arm and began to lead him to the door of the store. “Come on, grandpa, let me help you out to your car.”
So, that was what he had on his hands: a mouthy sub. Without missing a step, he scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder, much to the shock of the store assistant.
Megan shrieked and tried to squirm her way down, and received a swat on her ass for her trouble.
He unlocked the car, and swung her down into his arms. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
Her scowl turned into a radiant smile. “Why yes, Sir, I am actually aware of that fact.”
The two of them broke into laughter, and then he kissed her with a fierceness that took her breath away, taking ownership of her mouth until she became breathless with longing for this man who had taken over her whole life.
* * * *
Jacob drove to a small supermarket, and took Megan’s hand while they strolled around picking up a few more things for the evening. He was happy and relaxed, and he knew that the woman walking beside him was the reason.
She was so unlike anyone he’d gotten involved with before. His past relationships, even the short-lived ones, had all seemed to have been based on how much the person could get out of him.
His ex-wife had been the worst of all. The demands she’d made on him had been endless. It had been a constant drain on him, emotionally and financially, until he’d caught her sucking down on her boss’ cock, of course.
It had been worth starting again from scratch, just to be rid of Karen and her endless demands.
He glanced over at Megan. Ironically, the only demand this little submissive had ever made on him was to let her prove that she could be independent, and not take anything from him.
She was intelligent, brave, and fucking gorgeous, which was a dangerous combination for a dominant who had sworn to stay away from any serious involvements for a long time.
She could also make him laugh, and bring out every instinctive, protective bone in his body. Oh fuck, was he in a whole heap of trouble.
* * * *
After putting the shopping bags in the kitchen, Jacob took Megan on a proper tour of his house.
It was strange to have spent the night there, but not even know her way around. After she’d seen the whole house, she decided that her favorite room had to be the sunroom. It was empty, but just standing there, she imagined how it could look, with the beautiful old tiled floor, and high ceiling, she could envisage wicker blinds, and huge pots with ferns in them; maybe white wicker furniture, and herbs growing on the window ledges.
After letting her stand there, dreaming for a moment, Jacob took her hand, and told her he wanted to show her one more room.
He led her through the side door in the kitchen, into the garage. She hadn’t noticed another door, tucked away at the back, and, puzzled, she watched Jacob take out another key, and unlock it.
She’d already been down into the basement, which had been turned into a total man-cave, with a huge flat-screen TV and a bar at one end.
There was another flight of steps, and she followed him down, a slight nervousness beginning to churn around in her stomach.
When he switched on the soft lighting, she gasped. It was a fully equipped dungeon, and Megan stared around in fascination, taking in the St Andrew’s cross, spanking benches, chains hanging from the ceiling, and a large padded table, in the center. He even had some stocks, at the back of the room. He’d obviously spared no expense.
The walls held shelves filled with gags and blindfolds and God only knew what else. There was also a big, wooden cabinet with a glass front with what looked suspiciously like butt plugs, sitting on a shelf. Further down, she saw vibrators of every shape and size, and when she tore her gaze away from them, she caught sight of whips, canes, and floggers, lining the opposite walls.
“We’ll be spending some time down here, tonight,” he commented, watching her absorb the contents of his dungeon with interest.
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, wondering how she was going to cope with whatever he had in mind.
The doorbell rang and Megan heaved a sigh of relief when Jacob motioned for her to climb back up the stairs.
* * * *
The food had arrived and looked delicious, and Megan cleared some space in the enormous fridge for the food, and then added the drinks they had bought on the way home. When she had finished, she went into the hallway to look for Jacob. He was coming down the stairs, and when he reached her, he put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.
“Our guests will be arriving soon, Megan. You will go upstairs, shower, and change into the clothes I have left for you on the bed.”
She glanced up at him, surprised. “I have an outfit, especially for tonight?” she asked.
“Oh yes, sub. You and the other two submissives will be serving your Dominants tonight, in more ways than one. When you are ready, you will wait upstairs until I call you down. Is that clear?
He had moved into Dom mode, and Megan’s stomach lurched. This was going to be way harder than she had expected. She swallowed nervously and then managed to answer, “Yes, Sir.”
Jacob nodded. “It’s waiting for you upstairs, so get going.”
When she got to his bedroom, and saw what he expected her to wear, she groaned out loud. He had to be freaking joking.
The only consolation was that the others would probably have similar outfits on as well. She didn’t dare think about what she’d do if she were the only one dressed like that.
Breathing deeply to calm herself down, she showered, and then returned to the bed, scowling at the outfit lying there, if you could even call it that.
Taking off her towel, she gingerly picked up the tiny black apron and waitress cap. She couldn’t believe that the two things were all she would be allowed to wear. When she put the apron on, and turned to the mirror, her heart sank. The see-through material only just covered her mound, even though it had a tiny white lace trim, and the back consisted of the apron strings, and nothing else.
Her breasts would be completely bare, and the other Doms would be able to see everything. She may as well be naked.
What would Jacob do if she walked downstairs with a bra on, and maybe some panties? She sat on the bed, in despair. What he’d “do” didn’t bear thinking about, so she sat on the edge of the bed and fixed the cap securely on to the top of her head.
The doorbell rang, again, and Megan heard the sound of voices, in the hallway. A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door, and when she opened it, Rachel, and a smaller woman with long black hair, stood there, smiling shyly. Megan braced herself when the two of them took off their coats, expecting them to be fully clothed, but she was wrong.
“Megan, this is Laura,” Rachel said, and the dark haired sub shook Megan’s hand. “Wow, I love your outfit,” she commented, and Megan raised her eyebrows in a resigned way.
“I think I’d love it more if it covered at least a twentieth of my body,” she answered.
Laura laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean,” and she gestured to her own outfit, which consisted of a black thong with red, lace trim and two red pieces of lace attached to each nipple. She also wore a cap, but in the matching colors of her thong.
Rachel was checking herself in the mirror, trying to adjust the black and white skirt she was wearing, which didn’t even come down as far as Megan’s apron. “Personally, I think it’s only fair that the guys should have to try on these damn outfits just to see how self-conscious they feel.”
The three of them paused for a second then burst out laughing, all of them picturing what their Doms would look like in the outfits the subs were wearing.
“Yeah, well maybe not,” Rachel conceded and turned away from the mirror.
All three of them jumped when the door opened and Jacob walked in. “Time to come down and organize some food and drinks. You’ll find the trays are already out on the counter.”
Obediently, the three subs went down the stairs and into the kitchen. When the drinks were poured, and the food placed out on plates, they filled the trays, and headed for the living room.
Rachel and Laura were told to take the food into the dining room, and Megan served the drinks.
Megan was more nervous about Mat seeing her naked than the other Dom. It seemed wrong, somehow, seeing that they had spent so long in a “regular” setting, just hours earlier.
When she had served Jacob and the other Dom, she went to stand before Mat, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.
Mat took the glass and turned to Jacob, who was putting on some music. “Jacob, your sub blushes beautifully, but only for me. Why is that, do you suppose?”
Megan gritted her teeth. Why did he have to comment on it? Couldn’t he have left her alone so she could try and be inconspicuous and disappear into the kitchen?
Jacob walked up to the two of them. “Megan, put down your tray and put your hands behind your back.”
She went to the nearest table and put the tray on it. Then, her heart hammering, she returned to Mat, and stood right in front of him, gripping her hands behind her back.
The other two subs had returned, and went to stand in the middle of the room, as directed by their Doms, and Megan glanced at them, enviously. When Jacob nodded to Mat, he reached out and cupped her breast, letting his thumb glide over her nipple.
Megan jumped at his touch, and forced her hands to stay where they were, mortified, when she felt both nipples bunch and harden, and her pussy moisten.
How could she be turned on by Mat? She wasn’t attracted to him in the least, and worse, what would Rachel think?
She lowered her head, and stared at the floor, angry that her body was betraying her like this.
Mat released her, and Jacob put a finger under her chin, forcing her head up. “It’s okay to feel turned on,” he said, his voice gentle. “Do you think it’s Mat, or the atmosphere and you being submissive, that is making you hot?”
“Would you let a man touch you while you were in the supermarket, or in line at the bank?”
“No, Sir, of course not; I guess it’s the atmosphere.” But she could see what he was saying. This whole scene, here at the house, with her dressed to serve, and knowing she was being controlled, played a huge part in the way she was feeling.
Jacob let his hand run down her side and then over her ass, in a protective, ownership type of way. “Good answer, now go and stand with the others.”