SLACK: A Day in the Life of Ford Aston
Series: (Rook and Ronin Spin-off)
Published on December 18, 2013 Romance
Ford Aston is not too picky about what he wants out of Christmas. He’s not into this holiday—like at all. He doesn’t do presents, or family dinners, or parties, or church.
He does pets. And he’s got one lined up for Christmas Eve. In fact, it’s the highlight of his day. And if he can get through drop-in visits, nosy twelve-year-olds, an inappropriate conversation with his best friend’s girlfriend, dinner with a family that’s not his, and a party at his mother’s house—well, he might just get home in time to enjoy himself with a stranger and make it all OK.
SLACK: A Day in the Life of Ford Aston, is a prequel to TAUT: The Ford Book, and can be read as a standalone novella. TAUT releases on January 20, 2014.
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“You were a good pet today. If you come back tonight I’ll show you how much I appreciate your obedience.” I push her up and smack her behind. “Go.”
Her ass sways slightly as she walks. Not in a flaunting way—she knows better than to tease me. I spanked her for that the last time she was here. No, this is just her natural sexy gate. She is sexy, I conclude. Even though her cheeks are not red with my hand prints, I like the view from behind.
“Ten,” I remind her. “Unless you have plans for tonight?”
She stops at the door, probably stunned that I asked her a question. She shakes her head no, and then she takes a deep breath. Uncertain. Wondering if I took that as a no, I’m not coming. Or no, I have no plans.
“You have plans?” I ask to clarify.
She shakes her head no.
“I’m surprised, really. You’re pretty.”
Why does she do this? Why does she participate in this… this… this totally fucked up arrangement? And it’s not the submissive thing that makes me wonder. Lots of women enjoy being submissive. That’s not weird. What’s weird is that she allows me to treat her like she’s worthless. I’ve never understood this.
I love it, don’t get me wrong. I love that there are women who will put aside their own needs and submit to my whims. Not speak to me, not touch me with their hands—and still pleasure me sexually. But what could she possibly get out of it? More often than not I pay no attention to them. I’ve left this pet sitting on the mat outside the door for hours. Twice. And once I never even showed up. I have no idea how long she stayed waiting because I couldn’t even be bothered to check the security footage to find out.
I am the first to admit that my rules are unreasonable. My behavior is atrocious. My indifference is derogatory. But if the pets don’t care, why should I?
She contemplates my statement, probably wondering if she’s supposed to actually address it. But she decides correctly that I really do not give a fuck, and she exits quietly.
I tuck my dick back into my pants and reach for my coffee and take a sip.
What a productive morning.
I grin widely.
The coffee’s still hot, I ran, I got a blowjob, and I’m ready for whatever the fuck this stupid Christmas Eve decides to throw at me.
Life could be worse.