Sinclair seats in her room, legs crossed as I place those pastries, beside her, she had her ears glued to her phone, as I walked in, I guess my service here isn’t needed, all I want to know is if I have been given the permission to go out again and if my cash would be restricted, that’s all.
She raises her finger up, and I halt in my track before she ends the call, “ my daughter will be coming next week, and there would be rules” she said firmly, the bossy bitch is back.
“ ok, what are the rules? '' My eyes rolled back, as I exhale exhaustedly,i I could hear her stuff more food in her mouth, “ here” she handed a paper to me, like what the hell is going on here?.
“ do you really have a rule for everything?” I had to ask, she just way too formal for me, “ yes, that’s how life is supposed to be” she said nonchalantly, “ please my queen” she gulps, “ call me Sinclair” she corrects
“ sinclaire, please don’t be offended when last did you have real fun” I said, she locked her eyes with mine , then at the sheet, “ What kind of question was that martin?” She stutters out.
“ fuck, you have rules for everything “
I look at the list she had given to me, it is clearly stated
Do not look at her lustfully
That’s just depriving me of my sense of sight
Don’t make sexual attempts on her
Must put on clothes covering all sexually attractive body parts
Ok that’s weird, why would I want to bang the daughter of my dom, that’s just silly, I don’t need a rule for this Sinclair “ I said,
“ Well you were given a rule, and you must follow it” she said, “ is that all?” I am quite tired having to stand here, she’s beginning to freak me out with all these rules, and weird replies she getting weird by the day.
“ Yes, and I will be home more, now that well i have my hands broken” she said, showing me her bruised hands. “Well you work a lot, a broken hand shouldn’t stop you” I said to her as I walked back to the door.
Well I haven’t taken my bath, or brushed either. Once again she had deprived me of something I should get freely, as I walked out, I envision the bag before me, even after this luxury, there’s a guarantee of a couple of millions ahead.
“ What do you see as fun?” She asked out of out the blue, what the heck?, “ well sinclaire, if you don’t know what fun is, fun is something that you do that makes you smile genuinely, like you smile without looking like a maniac” I said in the most sarcastic manner I could forge in seconds.
“ well, that’s all get out” she said waving her fingers, signaling me to get out of her room, she’s so fuckin bossy, eww
I had better things to do anyway, walking out of the room, I took my bath, brushed, and had an apple. It's already boring, and I think I am. Going wild, with buzzards' thoughts strolling in and out of my head.
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Walking down the corridor, I get startled by giggling noises, it sounded like a cave woman trying to scare a lion, what the fuck was that, is very horrible.
And with the looks of things it might be coming from sinclaire room, is she watching a movie?, it must be a movie, for sure, besides she might be watching cavemen in suits for all I care, why should I interrupt, there should be rules stopping me from entering her room.
I walk back to the kitchen, grabbing an apple and pomegranates, with a plate alongside, placing the fruits on it, passing her room for the second time and the gagging noises persist, I had to check, maybe get a sneak pic of the title.
The door was slightly open, I could tell with the light emitting the little hole, pushing it slightly till my feet could be in, well that’s enough to get a pic, I can’t find her on the bed either, then we’re is she?
Pushing the door a little bit wider, till my cobra like back could fit it, well there’s no difference being in the room now, I stressed further,
“ fuck”,
the grip on my tray loosen, and I get rewarded with a banging noises which distract both sinclaire and I.
“ fuck martins what the actual hell are you doing here?” She yells, walking away from the mirror, “ what the hell were you doing at the mirror sinclaire?” She frowns, “ that’s not your business” she said pushing me out of the room.
“ were you trying to laugh genuinely”
“ That's not your business “ she said, pushing me out, till I was now outside her room, “hey stop it sinclair” I hold the door for support, “ what is it Martin, you know what you are grounded “ she huffed in anger.
“ you can’t ground me Sinclair, I am not a child, I am not your fucking child” she really pissing me off, with all this, “ dare me” she snarles, in an evil way which send little spikes of fear down my body.
“ I am sorry, enjoy your day” defeated, I walked back to my room, she’s just so mean, well maybe the cash isn't worth my freedom anyway, this lady is just mean to a whole new level.
But having to think of it, was she really trying to laugh genuinely, because, if that was why she was gagging like a demon In distress, then she’s not doing it right, a part of me feels so sad, while the other just wants to get a quick fuck and leave.
But either way, she own her life and i own mine as well