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Jack put the straps of the bra over his arms. He reached behind him flailing about trying to grasp them and hook them together. I leaned against the wall enjoying his suffering immensely. It was the little things with Jack that seemed to entertain me.

"Can you help?"

"I can." I didn't budge from my spot.

"Motherfucker." Jack grumbled a few more curses my way as he struggled with the bra. He whooped in victory when he finally succeeded in getting the bra to clasp.

"Hope you're not tired, you still have to go clean up the mess you made in the kitchen."

Jack flipped me off as he tried to tug the skirt down a bit more. It was pointless, it wasn't going to hide anything. I laughed as I followed him out of my room and toward the kitchen. I took up a spot on the table and watched as Jack went back to work. I made sure to turn on his music. The song bumped through the speakers filling the entire house.

"Clean how you were before."

Jack glared at me over his shoulder as he swept up the glass that had broken. I could tell he wanted to argue with me but he couldn't be taken seriously while wearing a mini skirt. Then again he could probably convince me to hand over my wallet while dressed like that. I was transfixed as Jack finally started losing himself in his chores. He wasn't the best at cleaning but fuck he had my full support as long as he wore the outfit while he did it. I'd say he did a fantastic job even if he left dirt behind.

"The floor needs to be cleaned." I pointed down to the scuffed-up granite flooring.

Jack headed toward the front hall, and I whistled for him to stop.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To get the mop."

I shook my head and got off the table. I grabbed a sponge and a bowl.

"You have got to be shitting me."

"I want to see my reflection." As Jack made no move to do what I asked I stepped toward him. "Are you wanting that punishment instead?"

Jack's pupils dilated. "Would I still get my rewards?"

Man is this boy made for me.

"Depends how I feel later."

Jack smirked at me and dropped down to his knees. "I really want to learn how to fight."

"And here I thought you were most excited about having my cock."

"That depends."

Fucking tease.I sat back on the table, my finger curled around the thick wood as I physically held myself back from attacking the princess of the house.

Jack's ass rocked from side to side as he scrubbed the floor. The alarm went off on my phone and I glanced over at the screen to see Finnian and Ronan had come back. The sound of the locks clicking didn't escape Jack's notice. He lifted his head.

"Don't stop princess." I held the remote up and waved it at him. "You missed a spot there."

Jack went to stand and I tsked at him.

"Crawl like the bitch you are."

Jack whimpered as he followed my order. My cock ached to be inside of his firm ass. Fuck. I thought I was torturing him, but I was doing more harm to myself. His ass encased in pink panties was my new favorite sight.

"Jack, I got you your favorite snacks. And I picked up a gaming—"

Ronan stopped dead in their tracks as he entered the kitchen, his gaze instantly drawn to Jack on the floor wearing nothing but the skirt, panties and bra I'd given him.

"Fuck."

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