Fresh Clay

“Um.” I say as I look at Rebecca’s unwavering stare and Roger’s warm gaze. “I’ll…do my best. It’s not like I’m experienced at this stuff.”

“Whatever you are doing seems to be working just fine.” Says Rebecca. “Just understand that if you hurt our little girl…”

“Ahem!” I cut her off with a clearing of my throat. I had no desire to hear the end of that sentence! “I adore Mia with all my heart. Hurting her is the last thing I want to do.”

Rebecca sighs, as if resigning herself to this idea. “This isn’t how I would have planned things but…” Her eyes return to Roger. “…sometimes you simply have to trust those you love to find their way.” Roger smiles up at her, his twinkling eyes demonstrating his approval. “This family!” Rebecca mutters. “I’ll be as soft as my sister at this rate.”

“No, Mistress.” Roger kisses her knee. “Everyone sees your strength. They respect your power. Heather is the steady roof over us all but you are the pillars holding it aloft to give this family shelter and room to thrive. She is Matriarch by birth, you are leader by **** of will. Your power is earned.”

Almost despite herself Rebecca eyes smile at her husband’s transparent flattery. Her long, slender fingers splay out over his bald head then drag back across his scalp. “Who owns you?”

“You do, Mistress.” He says without hesitation.

“Whose man are you?”

“Yours, my Mistress.”

“Whom do you worship, Roger?”

“You, my Goddess.” He bows all the way down to kiss the top of her high-heeled black shoe. “Only you.”

Savoring this demonstration of Roger’s obedience she lets him continue to kiss her shoe for a few seconds. Though odd it was strangely tender, even touching. As I watch I am struck both by how much he worshiped her and how much she treasured his worship, along with how happy I was that Heather didn’t have her sister’s dominant ego. Their bond was so different from ours. As would be the bonds of Mia, Lily, Julie and Bri when they finally chose their men. As was Heather’s bond with Alexander. Every pairing brought to life its own special relationship and that was fascinating to me. As a Prince I was blessed to get a taste of many such bonds. I couldn’t deny being deeply curious what giving myself to a dominatrix like Rebecca would be like as Roger had…but as a full time thing? Not for me. I had never been more thankful for my gentle Queen.

As if she had read my mind Rebecca asks. “Have you come as Prince or simply as Elliot?”

I clear my throat. “As Prince, ma’am.” This brings a true smile to Rebecca’s sharp features. “On one condition.”

The smile is erased as quickly as it appeared. “Condition?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I nod. “Liam. You said you would back him when he returns.” I clear my throat and squirm under her piercing gaze. “All I’m asking is…for you not to take sides. That’s all.” With Heather’s happiness firmly in my heart and Mia’s advice still fresh in my mind I continue. “I don’t want to see ‘sides’ or ‘factions’ within the family over me. If I’m the thing that tears this family in two…well…I’m not sure I could forgive myself. I want Heather to be happy. That means I want this family to be happy. And for their own sakes, I want all of my ladies to be happy. I want to help pull you all together, not **** you apart. That includes Liam as well.”

Her features soften. “I understand.” She tilts her head. “That sister of mine…she saw through the scruffy common boy into the man within. I underestimated her. I misjudged you.” She sits a time casually stroking her husband then nods. “Liam will always have a place in my house, but…so will you. I accept your terms, little prince.”

“Oh. Oh!” I grin. “Ha! Really? Thank you! Ha ha ha!”

She rolls her eyes at my boyish enthusiasm with a smirk while Roger chuckles. “You are a ridiculous little man.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her dark eyes flash. “A prince. A true prince. In my dungeon. This is a special day.” Her eyes turn to Roger. “You will not join us this time, my love. Perhaps in the future, but not this time. I wish to enjoy the boy for myself without distraction.”

He bows his head, neither disappointed nor relieved. “Yes, Mistress. I have work I should get to anyway.”

Placing her hands on either side of Roger’s head she puts her forehead to his and begins to whisper to him. “The boy is our Prince but YOU are MY everything. My one, my true, my only! I would burn the world down for you, my love.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” He says, voice hushed. “I love you, Rebecca.”

“I love you, dear Roger.” She kisses him, a hard and fierce kiss, then releases him to leave him breathless. “You may go, husband.”

He nods and rises. By the time he gets to his feet he was simply Roger again, the cool and laid back dad I had met at the door. With a warm smile he says to me. “You ever go fishing, Elliot?”

“Uh…not for a long time.”

“Think about it.” He says. “And get back to me? It’s been way too long since I’ve been out on the water.” I rise as he approaches me and extends his hand. “It was a pleasure to meet, son. And welcome.”

Shaking his hand I say. “Yeah. The pleasure was mine, sir. I mean! Roger.” With that Roger takes his leave. I stand staring at the door he just left from. “So… He’s…really just going to let me…um…”

“He is not letting you do anything. I am.” Rebecca stands and begins to walk. “Follow, boy!” I snap to attention and before I knew it I was walking beside her, just behind her left shoulder. Her heels clack off the hard wood floors as she leads me deeper into the grand house. “You really are a natural at this. You sniff out our desires, like a bloodhound, then make them your own. Probably without even realizing you are doing it.” She says. “That said, you will be a new challenge for me. Roger is my masterpiece. Hired men cold blank canvases. But you are somewhere in between. You I can truly and fully enjoy even if you aren’t my own. Yes. You I cannot read and control like my Roger yet I can feel your need to please radiating off of you like heat from a flame. Something new. A true Prince. Fresh clay, still raw and malleable, imprinting on each clans woman.” Her nostrils flare as she draws in a sniff. “But your Queen has left you your freedom…and instructions you are to be unmarked. Hmmmm. How shall I shape my piece of you?” Her words were not meant for me but herself. “What will my dungeon make of you?”