Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up,
You gotta squeeze a little, tease a little.
Z A I R E:
Sykes was busy doing work, Alexei was gone to his friends for the night, and I was bored. Of course I spent most of my time being bored when neither were around because I wouldn't dare snoop around or do anything that I might get into trouble for. That led to me being bored most of the time, and I found myself trailing nervously down to Sykes home office. He'd decided that since today, school was out on holiday, and we were going to the club tonight, he'd work from home in case I needed anything.
Alexei staying with his friend wasn't planned until a boy named Carl decided to ask if he could. Sykes had agreed, merely because it was either stay with a kid that he'd be able to play with or stay with a baby sitter who'd take care of him, but wouldn't play with him. I mean, which one sounds more logical to you? Probably the kid, because it's free.
I poked my head into the room, and watched as he tapped away on the computer, and talking on the phone at a rapid pace. "Hey sweets, can you go over to that file cabinet and find me the file that says NSA Corporations on it?" He phrased it like a question, but I jumped, knowing it was a demand. I went over to the file cabinet and pointed to it. He nodded, and I opened it, digging around.
Man, these are a mess! Nothing is categorized, nor labeled. You have to pull out each individual file and read the name messily scribbled on the front of the file folder. There was no organization, nor was there any semblance of control. You'd think for a man who needed complete organization, control, and domination over someone else they'd be just as neat at work, but apparently that was not the case.
It took some doing, but I found the file. "Good, open it, and read me the seven digit code in the corner of the contract." He said, less like a request and more like a command. The person on the phone was obviously getting more and more frustrated with him.
"5234692." I told him, and he quickly scribbled the number down, and repeated it to the person on the phone. He then typed something into his computer. His face darkened momentarily, and he looked like he was about to start yelling at the poor person on the phone.
"I don't care if your mothers dog had a damn heart attack, I want you to tell me why it is that there is a blank in the documents where the monthly sum of service is supposed to go." Sykes snapped out, and there was a pause for the person to speak on the other end of the phone. "Listen, I would hate to go over your head, but I am either going to get my answers from you, or I'm going to show up there in three hours and fire everyone in the damn building and rebuild, do you understand?" There was a pause and Sykes let out a sigh.
"Let me talk to David, now." he didn't leave room for questions, and then he paused, pressed a button on his headset and turned to me. "Yes, precious?" He asked me, and I bit my lip, my cheeks heating up.
"I wanted to know if I could bake a cake." I asked him hesitantly, and he nodded.
"Sure, you can. Or you can sit in here with me and be my assistant since unfortunately, I had to fire Doreen. She was too clumsy." He said with a sigh. "She ruined my favorite suit with coffee." He explained.
"Ah, well what if I did both?" I asked cheekily. He smiled and kissed my hand.
"Go prepare the cake. Set an alarm on your phone for the amount of time you need to bake the cake, and then come in here and help me. Check your cake once the alarm goes off, then take it out. Let it cool, then go ice it once I'm done. I'd like to use the left over icing for something tonight, so don't throw it away. And use vanilla or creme cheese." He commanded.
"Yes master." I said sweetly.
"Good boy," he said, and then he snorted. "No I wasn't talking to you David. You've never been a good boy. Now, tell me what is going on with the books." I smiled a bit and walked to the kitchen. I found cake mix. I hurried through making the cake, anxious to be back with Sykes. There was something so freeing about taking care of him, even just to think about it made my heart soar high. I carefully smoothed out the top of the cake in the pan and then put it in the oven and set my alarm. I then walked back to Sykes office.
"David just be fucking straight, my business is on the line here." Sykes snapped. "Why is there a blank in the damn books. It's not that hard of a question to answer." He was getting frustrated, and I could tell so I walked up to him and gently touched his shoulder. I then, ever so carefully started massaging his shoulders. He let out a little groan. "Look this is why I don't have anyone working the books besides myself at Enterprises." He snapped.
A pause in the conversation, for him to glance up at me, and nod appreciatively. "David, at the end of the damn week I want a full, accurate goddamned sum of service. If I don't have the exact total of customers served, money earned, and resources used, I'm cutting the funding." He snapped, and hung up. He tossed his head set away with a growl.
"I hate the fact that most everyone these days are incompetent to do their damn jobs." He snapped. I rubbed his shoulders a little harder, digging my thumbs into what felt like a knot. He grunted and leaned forward some. "You my gorgeous boy are anything but incompetent." He smiled, I continued to rub his back. His phone rang again, this time he answered it with a calm, "Hello?"
"This is Sykes Bennett." He said, sounding frustrated. "Alright, I'll set up a flight and check with the babysitter." He said with a grumpy tone in his voice. "Of fucking course I understand the situation is drastic. But I too have a life, Dean." He growled. "I've already yelled at your incompetent brother, don't make me yell at you, too."
"Fine, I'll do that. Bye." He slammed the phone down on the receiver.
"Whats wrong," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, behind his ear making him growl lightly.
"Looks like next week I'm flying to Illinois." He groaned, and pulled me down into his lap.
I pouted, but didn't protest. I didn't want him to go, and we'd made plans for that week, because of spring break. We'd planned for me to stay with him all week and us do nothing but hang out with Alexei, chill out, and uhm... have sex. A lot of sex. And because I was off work, Sykes had promised me that we'd have a lot of fun together. He'd even made it so he could work at home. "Sweets, is something... oh fuck." he groaned. "Our week... oh god baby I'm so sorry." He said, and I pouted.
"It's okay." I said, and he shook his head no.
"You want to go with me? I realize it's kind of shitty, but I'm sure after I take care of the problem at hand, we'll have plenty of time to mess around." I bit my lip. "I can't leave here without you. I made you a promise, love."
"I don't know... I don't want to get in the way." I said, blushing.
"You're anything but in my way, love. You can come, and keep me in a halfway decent mood so I don't snap their necks and throw them into the lake." He teased, and I bit my lip.
"What about Alexei?" I asked. He sighed deeply.
"The baby-sitter will handle him. My brother wants to come by and see him over the break, so I told him that if he wasn't intoxicated he could. Despite being a shitty dad, he loves Alexei." Sykes said, and I nodded. "But supervised visits are required by law, so the babysitter will be with him at all times, to watch just to make sure." I read what he was saying between the lines, and nodded.
"Zexion's father might do it." I offered. He looked up at me, a look on his face.
"Are you sure?" He asked, and I nodded.
"When my dad was bad, Zexions father took care of me. He made sure my dad never did anything he'd regret, and he'd do it for me if I asked." I said, and he sighed deeply.
"That sounds like it might be okay, but I'd hate to inconvenience him." I shrugged. "But you can ask. Tell him that he can even stay here. But then theres the problem of the dungeon..." I giggled and shook my head.
"He'll be fine master." I whispered in his ear, and he shivered lightly.
"We're skipping the club tonight, I really need to play with your sexy little body." He said, and I fought back a little moan. The thought of him playing with me had my body stiffening, and I fought the urge to drop to my knees and suck him off. I wanted that so damn bad.
"Okay master, will we be going tomorrow night, then?" I asked him, and he nodded. "Okay sir. Hey, do you want me to organize your files one day? I couldn't help but notice they were messed up, and it was hard to find anything in that mess of papers." I said and he hummed lightly.
"Okay, you may do that whenever you please. I don't mind you doing anything you wish to." He said, and I nodded. "Go finish making your cake, and I'll be here. Once I get done with work, I'll come cook dinner for us." He said, and I nodded and stood up and headed for the kitchen. Once I reached the kitchen, I pulled the cake out of the oven, and sat it down on a pot holder. I glanced around the kitchen.
Hrm, what if I make dinner for Master and I? I'm not the best cook, but it'd take a lot off of his plate... I smiled to myself and pulled out a couple pots. I glanced in the fridge, and seeing some chicken in the pack, I decided I'd cook chicken fettuccine alfredo with broccoli.
I put the noodles in a pan with some butter, and did the same with the broccoli. I got the chicken out of the fridge, and cut it into strips before putting it in a separate pan with some butter as well. I watched the pans closely and then my phone rang.
I grabbed it, saw I didn't know the number and answered. "Hello?"
"Oh Zaire, it's been too long darling." My blood ran cold as I choked on my own spit. My heart started beating rapidly, and I glanced around the apartment, nervous.
"How'd you get my number..." I asked quietly.
"Simple really, I have friends in low places... very low places apparently, since you, Zexion and his father moved all the way from California to Maine. How's the weather, dear? You always loved cold weather, didn't you?" He asked, and I bit my lip.
"Go away, Steven. I... I don't need this right now." I said, my skin crawling at even speaking his name.
"You need me no one will ever satisfy you again, Zaire." He said slowly, and I bit my lip. "You bare my marks all over you, Zaire. You're ugly, used, and scarred. No one will ever love you like I love you."
"Steven you never loved me. Now leave me alone... please..." I whispered, and hung up the phone. He can't find me. He doesn't know where I am. He can't find me...
I couldn't breathe. The walls were caving in on me. I started crying, sinking down to the floor beside the fridge, completely forgetting about the food on the stove. My skin was crawling, I could still hear his cold, hard voice like it was beside me.
You are such a useless little whore!
You made a damn mess, bitch. Clean it up.
Fucking whore, you can't even breathe right.
I could feel his hands on my body, I started pushing at my skin. Please oh god, he's not here he can't find me...
You weak little slut. You didn't even struggle this time. Oh what is it now? Did the little slave boy finally break?
"Baby!" Sykes cried, picking me up and cradling me to his body. "Pet whats wrong?" He demanded and I just shook my head frantically and sank into his hold. "It's okay lovely, I'm here. You're okay..."
"He found me! He couldn't have... I was so certain..." I murmured.
"Who found you baby?" Sykes asked me, I whimpered and buried my head in his chest.
"Steven! We moved here to get away... away from him but... he called me..." I whispered. "I thought I'd be free of him after moving! I moved so far away..."
"Baby, you've gotta calm down for me." He said, and I nodded, breathing slowly, and looking around the room, nervously. "Tell me what the hell is going on, Zaire. How am I supposed to protect you if you won't even tell me what you need protection from?" Sykes said, and I nodded looking up at him from behind my eyelashes.
"I have to finish cooking first. I'll tell you everything... I just need to calm down first." I said softly, and he nodded.
"Go ahead. I'm going to set the table. I'll be right there if you need me." I nodded, but couldn't help but feel guilty. I had only agreed to be Sykes submissive because I'd thought I was finally free. Now that I know Steven is still looking for me, I'd brought him, and Alexei into this. I sighed and looked down at my clenched fist, feeling trapped.
Well now what do I do?