Eddie is still kneeling inAllegianceon the bedroom floor. I put the jock on and go to him. At least he knows the kneeling commands in German.
I take his arm and coax him up onto the bed. I feel sorry for him, because I know damn well if I break her rule about speaking German, she’ll find out.
Hell, she’d probably ask Eddie and he’d tell her the truth. Not to snitch on me, but because we’ve been trained to tell her the truth.
We’re rewarded for it.
So I do all I can do and sit there next to him, with my arm around him and his head on my shoulder while I rub his head through the hood and whisper what a good boy he is in German, using the same tone Elsa does when she says it to him in English.
I hope he understands.
Because after the first playmates arrive and pass over a wad of bills I don’t even count before putting them in the envelope, I stay there with Eddie, supervising, helping when ordered, and I’m repeating that phrase to him even when he’s crying in pain or groaning in pleasure. I make him come several times, and the only time I come is when one of the playmates orders me to fuck Eddie’s mouth while he’s fucking Eddie’s ass.
While I do, I whisper to Eddie repeatedly what a good boy he’s being and stroke his head.
I also whisper how sorry I am.
* * * *
Over the next several weeks, I spend two more Saturdays with the colonel at the hotel while Eddie goes over to Elsa’s. That’s in addition to the once or twice a week I’m summoned to the colonel’s office. Also, on two Sundays, I’m left to supervise Eddie’s play, as well as a couple of evenings a week.
I never count the money. I wasn’t ordered to, and she never asks me about it later, but I feel dark resentment building inside me. I don’t tell Eddie about the money. I feel like since I didn’t before, it makes me…complicit, in a way. I don’t knowhowto tell him about it at this point.
I also don’t like how…withdrawn Eddie acts after these “play sessions.”
But when we have Elsa all to ourselves, she’s even more cuddly and loving, and I watch Eddie carefully and see how he smiles and looks happy when with her.
I find I’m distancing myself from Elsa a little when we’re with her, wanting Eddie to be her focus. He won’t talk about what happens when I’m not there, and I know what happens when I am.
I can connect the dots. He’s earned the attention from her.
I also teach him a few German phrases so I can have more communication with him and feel less guilty when I supervise.
I suppose I should have expected it that Saturday morning when we arrive at Elsa’s and are told not to strip. Then she hands me a key card—it’s always the same hotel—and a note with a room number.
She also hands me a bag, which contains condoms, lube, our hoods, one blindfold, one leather jock…
And an envelope.
She smiles at us. “Myverygood boys,” she sweetly says. “This is a test.” She looks at me. “Alpha, you are in charge today. I expect you to take care of beta, the way you have been. The same rules. Understand?”
No.
That’s what Iwantto say, but I nod. “Yes, Mistress.”
Maybe she sees something in my gaze, I don’t know. She walks over to Eddie, talks to him, rubs his head, until he’s nuzzling against her and begging to do anything to make her happy and please her.
I recognize that look she gives me—So there.
I can look back and see that the nasty jolt in my guts over that was the first contraction of Sarge’s birth. The bastard extraordinaire’s birth.
She comes to me and catches my chin in her hand. “I’m counting on you, Alpha. I will come for you both late this afternoon.”
Eddie’s watching me now, and I don’t know why he looks desperate. I wish I could talk to him. I’m not sure if he’s desperate for me to say yes, or for me to take the lead and say no.
“Alpha?” she asks.
I finally nod. “Yes, Mistress.”
