Previously… on her Dom’s Journal.
SAY WHAT! He was asking her was her guitar in her hands. OHHHH!
“Um,” she searched her brain for a lie, any lie, “I can’t hear you,” she said. “You’re breaking up.” She didn’t even know where her blasted guitar was.
“But I can hear you,” her Dom said, his voice was laced with suspicion.
“Let me call you back, I think we have a bad connection.”
“London, what are you up to? What are…”
She hung up before he could finish his sentence.
He didn’t even know she had his journal. Well damn.
***
What to do?
Her phone was continuing to ring and each time it beeped afterwards, letting her know Michael was leaving her a voice mail. Maybe she should check the voice messages. He couldn’t be that upset with her.
He didn’t even know she had his journal.
However, he had to suspect something was up from the way she quickly hung up her phone when he asked her to play the guitar for him.
Think London, think.
Okay, she would check one of the four messages he’d left her. Her phone dinged again, this time he’d sent her a text message. She read it.
‘London, answer this damn phone.’
Even though it was only a text, she could hear his angry voice in her head speaking in that cool controlled tone of his. She’d rather have him yell than speak in that cool controlled tone of his. Nervous, she decided to text him back rather than check her voice mails or call.
‘Honey, my phone is acting crazy. I’ll call you…’
In the middle of her text, their land-line phone rang. She’d forgotten they even had one of those.
Well Damn.
Slowly, like an insolent child, she walked over to the phone and sat down on the edge of the bed. What was she so afraid of? It wasn’t like he could spank her through the phone.
“Hello.”
“Baby,” there was that deep voice she loved. “Are you mad with me? Is that why you’re acting like this.”
Guilt consumed her. He thought this was his fault. None of this was his fault.
“No, Michael. I’m not mad. I’ve just…”
She didn’t know what to say. Just what, been reading your secret journal. She couldn’t say that.
“If you don’t want to play, you don’t have to. I know you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad really.”
“I can tell when you’re mad London. You found out, didn’t you? You found out I didn’t bring Daniel with me, didn’t you?
“What?” No, she had no idea Daniel wasn’t in Hawaii with him. “Oh, uh, yeah, that’s what happened.”
“I’m sorry for lying, sweetie. I only told you that to keep you from insisting on coming with me. I knew if I said he was coming you wouldn’t want to go.”
Damn straight.
“Well, I’m surprised your boy toy let you go without him.”
“He’s not my boy toy, London. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“Well, why is he always around. He’s always at your office all times of the night and day.”
“London…”
“Michael, if you’re screwing him, that’s fine. You had him before you met me…”
“London…”
“But I don’t like all of these lies.” She was lying about things also, but her lies were tiny white lies.
“London, listen…”
“If you’re screwing him be about a man about it and confess.”
“Fuck, London shut up.”
“Excuse me.” He just told her to shut up.
“No, I will not excuse you. You always fly off the handle. You don’t even know what’s going on.”
“Well if you told me, maybe I would know, Michael.”
“Know this, Daniel is in danger. I’m sending him there to spend the week with you.”
“What? No.”
“Along with security detail.”
“Look, I am not about to baby sit your lover.”
“I don’t know what makes you think he’s my lover. How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not gay!”
“Well you keep an openly gay guy around and he’s always so smug…”
“He acts like that because it bothers you. London. Daniel is not my lover. He was Anton’s sub.”
“Your best friend, the one who died last year?”
“Yes, the one who was murdered. I swore to Anton I would protect Daniel. I intend to keep that promise.”
The doorbell rang.
Speak of the devil and he will appear.
“The doorbell is ringing.”
“That’s probably him. Be nice to him and keep him inside.”
“I’m not his baby sitter.”
“For a few days you are.”
“Shit, Michael.”
“That’s five licks.”
“What? Oh.” He didn’t like cursing.
“I really have to go now, London. Be good and take care of Daniel, okay?”
London sighed.
“Say, yes, Sir Michael.”
She didn’t want to and she damn sure didn’t want to take care of a grown ass man.
“London, say it.”
“Ugh. Yes, Sir Michael.”
“Thank you baby, I promise to make it up to you when I get home. And I’m going to ignore that ugh part this time around.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir, you’re so gracious,” she said sarcastically. “He’s banging on the door now, I have to go.”
“Bye sweetie.”
“Bye Sir.” Sarcasm was going to get her more licks. Right now, she didn’t care.
London hung up and quickly dressed. The banging on the door got louder.
“I’m coming,” she shouted as she walked down stairs. She opened the door and there he stood, the man she’d thought was Michael’s Latin lover.
“Move bitch,” he pushed her to the side and strutted into her house.
Behind him, the security detail shrugged and gave her this, ‘Sorry but I’m glad he’s yours now,’ look.
“Please don’t leave him with me,” London whispered.
The head security guy, Dave, smiled. “We’ll be parked out front if you need us. Hit star and the number two on your line-land then hang up and we’ll come. Okay.”
“Okay.”
Wait, she’d been so pissed about having him here, she hadn’t bothered to find out what kind of danger he was in.
“Hey, what has he done? Why is he in danger?”
Dave shook his head. “That’s classified.”
Bull shit.
They walked off. She would just have to ask Michael about this. London shut the door and turned around. Behind her, a naked Daniel stood with a champagne glass in one hand and a bottle of her favorite champagne in the other.
“Let’s get drunk, Red.” He said.
Why me?
London picked up her cell phone and called Michael. He answered on the second ring.
“Is something wrong?”
“Michael.”
“Yes love.”
“You owe me an hour of oral once you get home.”
He laughed. “Baby, I’ll go down on you for as long as you want.”
“Mike,” she felt like stomping her foot. “He doesn’t have on any clothes and he’s drinking my favorite champagne,” London complained.
“Yeah, he hates clothes and he loves to drink. Give him a robe or something. Be nice, okay.
“Okay.”
“Bye sweetie.”
“Bye.” London tossed her phone onto the couch.
“I want oral,” Daniel said as he took another sip of his champagne. “Hey, let’s go to The Fetish Garden. I promise I won’t tell Michael. I’m sure I can find someone there to give you oral.”
Ugh, London groaned. Her plans to read her Dom’s journal all night long had strode out the door the moment Daniel walked in. Forget one hour, make that two hours of oral sex Michael owed her.
“Come on Danny, let me find you a robe.”
~Next entry: https://sirenallen.com/2016/09/06/her-doms-journal-pt-7-surprises/ .~
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