Page 10 of Their Little Sugar Plum
“Good, good.” Mr. Clark’s voice penetrates the haze. “So good, Mikayla.”
Jonah adds, “That was magnificent, pet. How long until you’re home so I can hold you?”
I look over at Mr. Clark while I yank my dress back down to cover myself.
He hands me my phone and says, “About forty-five minutes.”
Jonah makes a hmm sound of satisfaction. “Then I’ll see you both soon.”
5
Mason
Mikayla is fairly quiet on the ride back to San Esteban. I park on the street outside of her apartment complex. “I’ll walk you up.”
“Oh, you don’t have to?—”
I hold up a hand to cut her off. “I want to.”
She looks pleased. Good. I want to please her. Pleasure her. A sick, selfish part of me wants her for my own. What can that punk Jonah do for her that I can’t?
These thoughts are unfair, though. She’s a collared submissive, and I can tell she’s deeply in love with her Dom. I won’t interfere, no matter how much I want to.
Jonah meets us at the door, opening it wide. As soon as Mikayla reaches the threshold, he attaches a leather cord to her collar. “On your knees, pretty plum.”
She drops down.
Jonah nods at me. “Won’t you come in?”
“Sure, thanks.”
Mikayla crawls alongside him as we go farther into the apartment. He gestures I should take a seat, so I settle into an armchair near a small Christmas tree. I wonder if this is where Mikayla usually sits, because it smells like her perfume—something sweet with a faint hint of cinnamon.
Jonah drops the leash on the couch. “Stay here, little one.”
She sits on the floor, looking after him as love shines in her eyes.
He moves to the open kitchen area. “Can I get you a drink, Mason? A beer? Coffee, water?”
“Coffee would be great, if it’s easy.”
“On it.” He turns on a coffee machine. “Milk or sugar?”
“Touch of milk, thanks.”
“And you, pet? What would you like to drink?”
“Water, please.”
Once our drinks are handled, Jonah returns. He sits on the couch across from me. Mikayla settles next to him on the floor, leaning against his leg. He rests a hand on her head. She’s fully clothed, and yet the vulnerability of the moment strikes me in the chest. It’s a scene of trust and love—and it hurts. Maybe I should’ve gone straight home.
I’ll drink my coffee quickly.
“So, pet play.” I nod at the two of them, Mikayla sitting on the floor by his feet.
“It’s pretty light pet play.” Jonah runs the leash through his fingers. “Notice she’s drinking from a glass, not a bowl on the floor. It isn’t always this, though. Sometimes she’s my little girl, and I’m her daddy. We like the power exchange.”
My cock twitches. Yes, I could definitely see her as a little girl.
