Good Girl (Playroom) (10 page)

“Bring the page up for me to have a l
ook at. I’m not good at this kind of thing. I have a website for my illustrations, but I don’t even know how to get to it. Why are you so good at this?” Auggie’s eyes quizzically scrunch together.

I blush as I type in the web address. I sho
uld feel mildly insulted that Auggie finds it difficult to believe that I could excel at something. But I’m not, or so I tell myself. He’s known me since birth- I’ve never shown a proficiency towards anything. Snark flows out of my mouth to cover my embarrassment and the unintentional slight he offended me.  

“Dude, that ten
year age gap is pretty wide today,” I taunt him. “Old man, I’ve never known a time without internet. If you don’t have your own page at eight years old, you’re never going to make it through school. A monkey could make a page.” I blink at Auggie and fight the urge to sing
neener-neener- I can do something you can’t do!
I don’t stick my tongue out like a brat, but just barely.

“A good girl would run this website and the one for her owner’s illustrations, too. Perhaps later she will fix another one for me. If she’s good, I’ll give her a percentage of the aucti
ons. If she’s good, that is,” Auggie teases, “Since a monkey could do it.”

“Rea
lly?” I squeak in excitement. Auggie nods at me and kisses my cheek- his lips are warm and moist on my feverish skin. “I’ll try really hard to do it right,” I softly say and my voice quivers slightly from a mix of hope and trepidation.

“You’re so you
ng sometimes,” Auggie says with affection. “I don’t care if you fail as long as you try. Life is a continuum. You don’t need to know what you’re doing in five years, because you won’t even be this version of yourself next month. You need to lighten up on this shit, Willow. If you enjoy pushing
Revamped
’s merchandise, then do it any way you want. After it’s set up and running smoothly, I’ll show you what I need on my other sites. We’ll work from there. You don’t have to constantly prove yourself. Willow, I’ve known you forever. I’ve seen you at your worst and at your best,” Auggie huskily says.

Auggie
sets me on the counter again and I wait to get yelled at for being a bad toy, but he surprises me instead. He tugs the end of my ponytail and smiles down at me when the movement exposes my throat.

Auggie ni
bbles up the column of my neck and a moan slips past my parted lips. Supple lips press against mine for the very first time- gentle and sweet- heartbreakingly tender. I scramble forward and eagerly press my body against his. I wrap my arms around his back and dig my blunt nails into his shirt to keep him with me always. I try to do the same with my legs around his hips, but he’s too wide. I scowl against Auggie’s lips when our bodies refuse to align.

Dang it! I hate being inadequate!

Auggie laughs deep in his chest, a pleasant rumbling that vibrates against my budding breasts, and the sound warms my blood. “Is this what you’re wanting?” His hands firmly grip my legs, fingers splaying around my thighs and butt, and pushes my knees to my armpits. He leans into me until the aroused Beast is pressed tightly between my spread thighs.

“Yes,” I whimper
as Auggie grinds the Beast against my aching flesh.

“Missionary will never work for us, I don’t think. We’ll figure it out,” he teases
, but it stings. I seek his lips to get lost in the rhythm of our connection and forget about all the ways I disappoint Auggie. This kiss is different than our first. Hunger that he has long denied pours from his big lips. My jaw nearly unhinges to accommodate his wide tongue. Everything of Auggie’s is two or three times bigger than mine. He lets off just before I choke, gives me a second to regain my breath, and repeats the motion. His tongue mimics the seductive roll of his hips.

“Don’t stop,” I cry as a familiar pressure builds
. Last night and this morning Auggie made me masturbate while he watched. He wanted to make sure I did as he bid and that I was doing it right. I know what an oncoming orgasm feel like now. I’d chase that sensation to the ends of the earth.

“My greedy Monster,” Auggie
seductively purrs and sucks my tongue into his mouth. I do as he did to me, but I don’t back off since his mouth is bigger and my tongue is smaller. I can do anything to Auggie without fear of hurting him in return.

“Don’t stop,” he groans
around my tongue and aggressively twists his hips. “I’m close, too.” My knees are pressed near my ears. My fingers grip Auggie’s ass as roughly as I can, trying to get us as close together as possible. Our movements rock the counter as our rough breathing permeates the air. Auggie eats my moans as soon as my throat releases the ecstatic sound.

Ding…

I freeze in shock. I’d forgotten where we were. When Augustus turns me on, I see, hear, and feel nothing but him. It’s past closing, but someone just entered the store.

“Shh… It’s
okay, it’s just Rob,” Auggie reassuringly murmurs. “Fuck…” He heavily sighs. “I was a second from coming.” He kisses softly me and rises. I slump to the counter like a ragdoll. I roll my eyes up and look at my brother, upside-down. Robbie’s worried brown eyes are staring at my face in shock.

“What’d
you do to Willow? She looks enthralled or high.” Rob shakes his head and walks over to me. He brushes a few strands of hair off my forehead.

“It’s incredible. Willow’s
reaction to me is instantaneous,” Auggie says in an amazed tone filled with pride. “Usually it takes a long time or a lot of pleasure or pain to bring that out of a submissive. Rob, I thought you were fast until Willow responded,” he snorts. “It’s fucking intoxicating,” Auggie cockily says. “Your family breeds the best submissives,” he dreamily murmurs.

“D
on’t be an asshole,” Robbie angrily hisses as he punches his friend in the chest. It wasn’t a play punch. The hollow thud pushed a gasp out of Auggie.

“I’m just being honest. Be tha
nkful that someone who loves Willow is taking care of her needs. Be thankful you came to me first. You both were susceptible to very bad dominants,” Auggie growls in annoyance.

“Willow
would’ve never known about this shit if you haven’t turned her on to it,” Robbie accuses.

“Not true, blame Essie
for bringing Willow to the club. I’d tried to avoid the inevitable. It runs in your blood. I didn’t turn you on to it; you turned me on to it, Robin. You’ll wander until you find what you’re looking for. Willow never would’ve enjoyed sex without the right environment.”

“I don’t want to know ab
out Willow enjoying sex, Auggie. She’s my sister for Christ’s sake.”  Robbie despondently growls out of frustration.

“Look a
t that face, so beautiful and serene. Would you deny that face anything?” Auggie’s fingertips grip my cheeks and he makes kissy faces at me. I giggle at Auggie, and he smiles down at me with happy, bright eyes.

I watch them with droopy, passive eyes. I’d let Auggie kill me if h
e wanted to. Nothing moves on me but my eyeballs. I watch Auggie’s euphoric expression. Robbie’s mouth is lax and his eyes are glazed like he’s drugged, too.

“Fine, are you going to be at the
Playroom
tonight?” Robbie anxiously demands.

“Are you going to be there?”
Auggie counters.

“Yeah, Isis demanded it.”
Robbie tries to sound put out but fails. He looks thrilled for a chance to be around Isis. I don’t blame him. I have a scary-girl-crush on her. I don’t want her, I want to be her.

“We’
ll be there, too. I’m rewarding Willow for her prosperous auctions. Plus, I need to see how she reacts to different stimuli.” I close my eyes as Auggie’s big palm rubs my belly and chest in one motion. It isn’t sexual. It reminds me of rubbing your pet’s belly in contentment. If I could purr, I would.

“You didn’t fuck her, did you? I’ll keep my mouth shut about this, but I won’
t allow you to hurt Willow’s insides,” Robbie angrily growls and punches his best friend again.

I scowl when Auggie’s
hand ceases to rub my belly, because Robbie is acting in a way I’ve never witnessed. My brother is usually calm and easy-going.

“No,
” Auggie sounds disappointed. “That’s why I need to see how Willow reacts to the different stimuli. And one more punch and we will see how lenient I am not. I’ve allowed several because Willow is your sister, but do not forget who I am to you, Robin,” Auggie menacingly threatens.

“What?” I ask when I finally resurface.
I groggily sit up and notice that they are locked in an intense staring contest. I don’t know what internal struggle they have going on, but that stimuli comment finally clicked.

“You’re not going to have sex with me?
” I yelp in disbelief. “That’s total bull-fucking-shit,” angry disappointment spews from my lips. Auggie laughs at the mystified expression on Robbie’s face from my bad language.

“Monster, I told you last nigh
t, I’ll be your first everything,” Auggie tries to pacify me. “I’ll try not to hurt you, but if I can’t do it, someone else will for a few times until you’re comfortable.”

“Different stimuli means somebod
y else, doesn’t it?” I accuse and jump off the counter in a huff. “What the fuck, Auggie? You want me to sleep with someone else?” My heart beats double-time waiting for Auggie’s answer. Why would he want to share me? I stare at the floor so that I don’t have to watch my brother witness my humiliation. I thought there was something between Auggie and me- I guess I thought wrong.

“Yes, trust me and be a good girl. Remember you said you’d always listen to Mr. Kline.”
Auggie throws my own words back at me and I can’t argue with him or myself. I grumble in defeat.

“I’m uncomforta
ble with this,” Robbie hisses.

“Rob,
when you were sixteen, you were calling me Mr. Kline and begging Isis to fuck you. Willow’s your little sister, but she isn’t a baby any more than you were at her age. You were a little slut at eighteen. If it bothers you, don’t watch. You can hold Willow’s hand and tell her what to expect. You’ve been there before.”

“Just don’t let Isis touch Willow
. Willow won’t ever be ready for Isis. I’m not ready for Isis and I’ve been obeying her for over a decade. Who do you have in mind?” Robbie asks as he grabs my coat from beneath the counter and hands it to me- time to go, I guess.

“I have a few things we need to figure
out tonight, so don’t interfere,” Auggie warns. “Are you here to take Willow home?”

“Yeah, Clover bitched me out this afternoon
for over an hour. They’re holding dinner on us even though tomorrow is Sunday dinner. You know how Clover is…” Robbie trails off. I bet Clover yelled at him for missing my birthday. If I didn’t know how alluring the
Playroom
was, I’d be pissed at Robbie, too.

“I’ll pick you
guys up at nine and we’ll go to the
Playroom
together. You’ll both need to have three drinks in ya before I get there. You’ll need it,” Auggie ominously says.

~
Chapter Seven~

“You look different,” Seth
conspiratorially whispers in my ear. Robbie, overhearing our exchange, laughs, and it startles our family.

I shrug.

We surround the oblong dining table. Robbie acts like this is Sunday dinner, but he’s the only one who usually isn’t at our nightly meal. Every night at seven on the dot, we eat a meal together- my parents, me, Clover, and the twins. Sometimes we even eat breakfast together.

Clover and the twins live next door but only sleep there. A few times I’ve ran over to their house to have some privacy
while everyone else was over here. It’s a big house, but not that big. Sam and I used to sneak off to their house and secretly watch horror flicks that Clover forbid. My brother-in-law left a huge gap in my heart when he died on us. 

Sunday dinner adds Robbie, Aunt A
na, Uncle Will, and Essie to our table, and sometimes Grandma Margaret. Mom welcomes any guests you can bring. She thinks it’s a great way to matchmake for her children. I don’t ever want to relive those occasions. Clover has been exempt, claiming she’s still in mourning. But Essie and I have been fair game for Mom’s weekly matchmaking sessions.

“How’s school?” I politely ask Violet. I flash my freshly painted nails at he
r. I try to be nice by using the gift Violet bought me. I already have plans for the ridiculous dress Clover gave me.

“I’m top of my class and I was invited to join the Winter
Court for the Junior High dance,” Violet smugly baits me- as per usual. I went to a few dances- Essie’s dances. I never went to my own. Essie was three grades ahead of me and I spent most of my time watching her makeout while I got shitfaced. My social life died a quick, painful death when Essie graduated.

“I’m sure y
ou’ll be crowed Princess,” I sweetly say, and I even mean it. Orgasms are terrific stress-relievers. Silence meets my comment and my sweet smile. Everyone stares at me in confusion. I snort and it sounds so much like Auggie that I laugh.