August 2013

     Sorry for not being able to be on here much. But as you all know life gets in the way. I mean seriously in the way. Now to bring everyone up to speed. My mate and I had court earlier this month to see if we are going to be able get our little pup permy? Well everything has gone slower than malosses but we are going to get her back here very soon. Now our little pup had surgery on the 22nd of this month. She's doing good.

     As far as I go...*snickers* I'm ready to show everyone involved with us just how much a bitch I can truly be. Reason is this the 'foster family' that our little  pup is with is trying to call all the fucking shots here. Instead of doing what is fucking convient for us they are doing what is convient for them. Examples are as followed: Treating me like I'm nothing just some dumb bitch that got knocked up with her and so forth. I had one helluva bad experience with this 'mother'. She is a bible-thumping, holier than thou, perfect mother. I'm ready to just chew her up and spit out her fucking remains. (sorry for the cussing)

     She has treated me like I shouldn't even be a mother. She has micromanaged me for the entire hospital stay. She even cut our pup's hair after we were specific to her about what not to cut. Then she had layers put in it. Doesn't not look good on my pup. She has even talked with the peditriation to get my pup cleared for funeral that she doesn't even need to go too. So the foster bitch even took it upon herself to change my pup's appointment with the peditriatan and doesn't even tell me about it until now.

      Yeah, I'm not to fucking happy right now with this 'foster fucking mother'. She thinks that she and her fucking family are going to be able to keep my pup permy. RIIIIIIIIIIIGHT........Over my fucking dead body. *bites foster mother extremely hard*

      One good thing is that we now have a charger for the computer so I will be able to get online more often now *smiles*

      Love everyone *hugs all tightly* Thank you for bearing with me through this entire bs.

July 24th, 2013

     Hey everyone, I know I know....

      There are some updated pics of the little one. She just turned 1 on June 17th. She's trying to help me out here. btblmlm
]//] V FYgyiyjmkjmkim u  That is from Kitiara "Kitty". My mate and I are still trying to get her home with us but that seems to be far away. In the process we lost our home, I lost him for a few weeks, you name it and we are going through it all. Even his psyco ex is attacking me again saying that "You don't deserve to be a mother." "You don't deserve to have kitiara" "You are a whore" and so forth. She even wants me in my grave. Now she's offered us her new apt just so we can get our little one home. I flat out told my mate that if you do take her up on her 'offer' then it's my death warrant that you sign.
     Anyone wants to know something, I'm not afraid of her or about what she can do to me. I just want my little one safe from her. Considering she thinks she's a better mother than I am and everything. But what mother goes out and does cocaine to lose 50 lbs? What mother leaves her son to do whatever she wants? I told my mate that maybe this bitch is right about me. Maybe they all are? I just don't know anymore?  There are times that I just want to give up and walk away from my mate and our daughter. If it wasn't for him and everyone here I would have been walking the plane of shadows. Love everyone here...*hugs everyone tight*

April 6th, 2013

    

     But I have missed everyone here alot. I have been thinking more and more about our fearless Demon has been doing and how his health has been *smiles gently* I can't wait to get here full time *crosses fingers* hopefully that will be soon. On another note we have been ordered by the court to do parenting classes and dv classes. So far so good on my end I just hope that my wolf with get his stuff going be fore long *crosses fingers still*

     Love you all and hope to hear from everyone before long *hugs everyone* Demon, I hope you are well and behaving yourself *winks mischievously* Love you my friend *hugs Demon gently and kisses cheek* Hey everyone, I am so so so sorry for not being on here like I was. But the only time that I can is when my Wolf's brother can get over here so we can use his power pack for the computer. But to bring everyone up to speed on what has been happening with us and our little one. We have been embroiled with CPS for almost a year now. According to the damn doctors and them they say that she was born with Down's Syndrome. These stupid fucktards don't seem to realize that we are capable of taking care of her 'special needs' as well as provide for her. Everyone thinks that they know what is best for her but us. There is good news we went to court on March 13th of 2013 and the judge did say that if we want her home sooner then we file the proper paper work that is what we are planning on doing. Because we are going to have her home by June 17th. I did suffer a miscarriage back in mid to late February of this year. Before everyone wishes me their appologizes on the miscarriage my Wolf and I have accepted it as a blessing right now with everything that we are going through at this moment in time.

How for some news on my other children. My oldest daughter is doing well. She is just under 5 foot in height. Doing well in school and now her extra cirricular activies are going well. My second oldest is not doing so well. Her heart is giving out on her. Her cardiologist is fighting the damn hospital on getting her in to getting her heart surgery going again. My mother's fucktard daughter in law could have killed my daughter. My daughter was suffering a heartattack and the stupid bitch gave her aspirin and sent her back to bed instead of rushing to her to the e.r. So my mother's son called his wife out on it and is about fed up with her igornance. She's also the one who is pushing for the adoption of my older girls. My mother also informed that the fucktard bitch maybe transferring to where I am and she thinks that she get her fucking paws on my youngest one. She comes anywhere near me and it will be at her own stupidity.
But I have missed everyone here alot. I have been thinking more and more about our fearless Demon has been doing and how his health has been *smiles gently* I can't wait to get here full time *crosses fingers* hopefully that will be soon. On another note we have been ordered by the court to do parenting classes and dv classes. So far so good on my end I just hope that my wolf with get his stuff going be fore long *crosses fingers still*

Love you all and hope to hear from everyone before long *hugs everyone* Demon, I hope you are well and behaving yourself *winks mischievously* Love you my friend *hugs Demon gently and kisses cheek*
     

May 2nd 2013

Hello to everyone *giggles* Angel here...Yeah yeah I know but those of  you that are close to me know that I am a proud mother and a proud mate. But what you all don't know is that I am a mother of 3 beautiful girls  or you all might already know. But here is something that is on the serious side. My Lucy (2nd oldest) is in some serious need of prayers and a miracle now.

Now for a quick flashback. She has a condition that is very life threatening. It has to do with her heart *flashfoward* She is only 13 and is in need of a new heart but she is not on the transplant list. Her cardiologist is doing what he can to get her the surgery to save her life but there is a fucking bitch of a social worker that is saying she doesn't need it. That it can wait *strangles the stupid bitch* They have given my daughter until the 11th of this month. Reason is because custody cannot be established and those that have her and her sister cannot produce any paperwork stating they have any type of custody other than financial that I gave them to begin with. She has already suffered heartattacks from her condition. My brother doesn't care what is wife is doing to screw me out of my daughters according to him 'he's not in it' *bites his wife* Yeah right *bites brother*

Just please pray for a miracle for her soon so she can stay around to see her baby sister Kitty is all I ask. Love you all to pieces *hugs everyone*

*Sneaks up behind Demon and gooses him* ;) and lol

The Art of Breaking - Part 30

Master Nikolas used a key to unlock a door and didn’t release his powerful hold on Kyler till he was set down on what was clearly a spanking bench. 

The moment the door closed to the playroom Kyler glanced over toward Nikolas. “He was acting like a total ass, Master Nikolas.”

Nikolas looked at him then, eyes betraying the calm exterior. “He was trying to get attention,” Nikolas pointed out.

Kyler nodded. “More than just a little.”

“His need to be seen and heard makes him resort to doing stupid things.”

“How about you, Master Nikolas? Is there something you have that needs attention?”

“Stevie had no right to go throwing some of what he did in your face.”

Another question ignored? Did he do it on purpose or was it a case of selective hearing. Kyler was getting irked by it.

His gaze went back to Nikolas. Kyler raised a single eyebrow, listening. Damn, he thought. This incredible, sculpted man was actually defending him and standing up for him? That, in and of itself, told him a lot. Please don't let me be wrong. Strike three and it’s over. For good this time! He'll have nightmares every night instead of every other.

“I can’t expect him to respect me just because of whom I am in this club, and he’s not a true sub. He’s employed by Master D to run administration side of things.” Nikolas cleared his throat, moving a little closer to Kyler. “Boy…if you don’t stop looking at me like that…”

Kyler couldn’t tear his gaze away from Nikolas’s to-die-for green eyes. “Like what?”

Those eyes flickered over his smaller, slim frame, followed his every move, gesture, facial expression. Shifting his gaze, adverting them to Nikolas’s eyes that, although they gave him a dark intense stare, wasn’t condemning or judgmental. “I can’t help it. I love your eyes, precious.” It showed a side of him that Kyler was sure didn’t come to the forefront easily.

Nikolas’s hand cupped the back of Kyler’s neck, his mouth looking about to take a kiss. Oh my God, this is it! He’s going to kiss me?

The Art of Breaking - Part 29

Looking around Nikolas, the heavy footsteps had signaled the approach of the big man; Kyler tried holding back a snicker. Stevie didn’t say a word as Master Van handcuffed his wrists and hauled him off his feet, “I’ll take this wee troublemaker off yer hands, Nik.” He winked, throwing Stevie over his shoulder.

“Where are we going?” Stevie squeaked, but Master Van wasn’t listening or appeared not to be.

Stevie began squirming. 

“I’ll deal with ye in a minute, aye. Looks like you me l’il pet be needin’ a good ole fashioned spankin’.” Master Van man growled at him, “Now, be still, lad!” and rewarded Stevie with one large handed swat on his behind, which Stevie groaned at this time.

            “You cannot do this!” Stevie cried out, earning him another stinging slap. “Oh God, oh God, oh God! I think I’m going to Heaven.”

“I’ll be yer god a’right.” Master Van sighed deeply, “See you later, Nik.” 

An arm wrapped around Kyler’s waist, half lifting him off the ground and scooped him into Nikolas’ arms, then carried through the crowd. “Oh, oh, I guess it’s my turn,” slinging his arms around the master’s neck. Everyone was staring at them, but no one approached. None dared.

As they trudged on, Kyler contemplated struggling against the Dom’s arm around his waist, but it would have been useless and it just felt too good. The hold felt safe. Kyler had never felt that before while in the care of any of his past masters. A multitude of faces blurred passed him, either looking at them with open contempt from the subs that stood alone or with outright amusement from those who had a Master to be proud to serve. Most gave them a wide path. 

Kyler tried to keep his eyes down as he reflected on what just happened between him and Nikolas. He was disappointed in himself for feeding into that queen’s verbal attack. Kyler was sure that sexy Master Nikolas wanted; no he needed what Kyler had to offer, but not so much after that bitch Stevie.  Why did it bother him so much that his childish antics might have blown his chances? “Where are you taking me?” he demanded, which earned him a simple grunt.

The Art of Breaking - Part 28

Nikolas’s eyes cut across the short distance to the sub, making the noise in the club disappear for one heated moment. He allowed his gaze to wander over Kyler, observing with clear intensity this new information, forcing himself to stay put, now determined not to follow his intentions tonight. If Kyler turned out to be just a sub for the duration of a few hours, he would find a way to survive it.

He always had.

Although Nikolas suspected it would be easier to get through the evening if he’d just went home, but there was something about Kyler that intrigued Nikolas, and that alone made him want to get to know the younger man better. Kyler had the quirky personality, the snarky remarks, and the looks to spin more than just his head. He’d already noticed a few of the other Doms looking Kyler’s way. He gave him credit where credit was due... Kyler wasn’t fake. He seemed natural and genuine, and now Nikolas found himself wanting more, and oddly enough he liked it. 

Not mistaking the look in his eyes; the way he looked at him, his body flexed hard in response, his thinning control nearly unraveled. He liked every damned thing about Kyler, but one. There is one thing he’d like from a sub….only one. “I can’t offer you more than that.” Meeting Kyler had lit a fire inside him in more ways than one. He leaned closer as he spoke in soft, serious tones. “For an hour or two, since that’s about all we have.” 

Clearing his throat, one crooked finger above his head beckoned to a man just as tall yet larger in build than Nikolas himself, to make his way over to them. Caution kept Nikolas where he stood between the two younger men, who continuously shot looks of contempt toward each other. The hostility was obvious between them, evident in their facial expressions and the tension in their postures. Nikolas kept in check his amusement at the situation by schooling his sharply sculpted face, still full of hard angles. Relief came only by the soft fullness of his mouth lifting up at one corner in a coy grin as Master Van approached through the crowd, parting the patrons easily as he made a beeline towards them.

The Art of Breaking - Part 27

“Oh poo. I did, sugar, but a girl can hope that it was for us you booked the room for and not some other sssub.” The heavy sigh coming out was overly dramatic as arms were detangled from a choking grip cutting off the ability to even swallow. “Anyhow, sweetness, the room isn’t taken if you’d like to dump your little rock star wannabe and make use of it with little ole me.”

Kyler put his warm hand on Nikolas’s and his whole arm tingled. He leaned toward him. “Master Nikolas, can we please leave now?”

Stevie cocked a brow. “We? He’s not going anywhere with you. Isn’t it past your curfew? Now run along home to mommy and daddy.”  

The piercing shrill of that one word ‘we’ made Nikolas cringe. Looking down from the hand on his up to the handsome face that, if he didn’t know better smiled mischievously, eyes heavy lidded with guy-liner and with those long black lashes that every woman would be envious of, remained focused squarely on Stevie.

“Yes, we. What didn’t you understand, dip-shit?”

Stevie gasped in outrage “What would he want with an Emo freak?”

“More than he would with a drama Queen!” Kyler smirked. He’d win this little match against this insufferable diva.

When he looked over his shoulder, Nikolas wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the contempt in Stevie’s eyes as he was not paying attention to him per say, but summing up Kyler instead. Kyler didn’t seem amused by this abrupt interruption either, but he was enjoying the whose dick was bigger contest.

Stevie narrowed his eyes dramatically and said in a loud screech. “Oh no you didn’t, you little bitch!”

Kyler spat. “You’re nothing but a skanky little biatch…Let’s get one thing clear…HE doesn’t need you since WE are taking the room.”

Their eyes were shooting daggers at each other and Nikolas started getting uncomfortably caught in the crossfire of this pissing contest. This was going to turn really bad and ugly. Nothing good could come of this.

Stevie looked at Nikolas expectantly. “You can’t talk to me that way. Can he, Master Nikolas cause…”

“I can because out of us two at least I know how to apply eye makeup” Kyler cut into the rest of what Stevie wanted to say, abruptly.

“That’s enough!” Nikolas intervened. “Do I have to put you both in a corner?” His voice vibrated his strength and power, halting all commotion, all demonstrations, and all conversation. Even the music was lowered in volume. 

“Stevie, not another word out of you is that clear?” Snippets of hushed conversation around them drowned out his thoughts. His eyebrows knit together in an intimidating furrow making no attempt to look charming as Nikolas made his own personal assessment of the situation. “Same goes to you, Kyler.”

“But, he started it,” Kyler said as Nikolas continued to scowl.

“Kyler!” One eyebrow raised, Nikolas gave the man a censured, stern look from his vibrant green eyes.

Kyler’s eyes remained on Nikolas's face for a moment, and then they moved slowly down over his body and back again. "Ok, Master Nikolas, but as long we’re…you're here, as long as you remain here, you're the only one I want. Please." Determined brown eyes locked with green ones with a mixture of uncertainty and what looked like hope.

Happy Easter!!!!

The Art of Breaking - Part 26

For the first time in months, Nikolas had at least the illusion of privacy here at the club. The only sounds and smells he’d have to endure were his or his chosen sub for a few hours. It was a minuscule improvement in the grotesque melodrama his life had become, and he was grateful for it.

Here, he thought he wouldn’t have to guard himself so rigidly against the emotions that kept sweeping over him. Nikolas looked down at the gorgeous man with the black hair and…was that a purple streak? smiling up at him expectantly with lips begging to be kissed. Nikolas had to admit that the eyes staring at him were captivating, a bright brown with flecks of green, lined with color. Was the liner purple too?  Nikolas was partially stunned, but captivated by the younger man. He could get lost in… All that just changed in a split second. He was already lost.

Peering up at him through the dark shagged bangs that covered his eyes, Kyler brushed a few stray strands from his face. "It seems we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Kyler. And you are?" He reached up, hand open, for a handshake.

Nikolas, avoiding his outstretched hand, just stared. "Not, your Master,” he replied with a mild amusement that failed to disguise his distrust of this farce.

“Your eyes are like precious green emeralds full of suspicion.”

“Do what?” He backed away a bit when the black haired guy, or was it really black, Nikolas couldn’t be sure, began laughing. Not a full out belly laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. No one laughed around him like this. What an odd little guy.

"Your name is Nikolas."

Nikolas nodded his head once in acknowledgement.

"So you see, Master Nikolas." Kyler motioned to him. "I’m Kyler." He motioned to himself. "Confusion over."

Looking around them, Nikolas’s eyes darted in different directions as he began scanning their surroundings. “I get it now…This is some fucked up joke and I’m on candid camera or is it that show: Punked?”

"I can assure you it’s neither. I doubt anyone's near dumb enough to trip over someone’s foot in this place other than me." He shrugged. The corner of his mouth tugged up, revealing a small dimple. Kyler moved his ankle and hissed. “Ouch, it hurts all the way up my leg. That was a stupid move.” 

Hands came to rest on Nikolas’s shoulders then snaked over broad shoulders to wrap around his neck from behind. He looked up with a jerk.

Stevie smiled down at him.

Nikolas started to stand, but the arms wouldn’t budge, then the other man’s chest pressed to his back, “Oooh my big, tough Master Nikolas. Don’t get up. It’s not every day I get to be on top. So, where have you been and how did you slip by the front desk without me seeing you?”

“Hello, Stevie. You knew I’d be here tonight.” Those well manicured and painted pink nails on him. Stevie wasn’t just the cream of the cream with flamboyance; he was the top of the crop. Long brown hair to his shoulders was brushed to a glossy shine. A cutoff tank top revealed a pierced belly button adorned with a diamond which sparkled like his witty charm, and was matched to the tightest little mini skirt this side of Toronto. The outfit was topped off with purple shiny leather boots, which rode high up to reach mid thigh. A nice little package, if that would have been Nikolas’s thing, but if he’d wanted a chick, he would have remained straight. Many women had proposed their intension over the years, but the sexual appeal just didn’t hold. He just didn’t swing that way. They are great to have as friends, but not as sexually long-term partners. But who was he trying to kid? He found this more than appealing on Kyler. The whole attire suited the guy and still left most of it to the imagination. He was doomed already.

The Art of Breaking - Part 25

“Look, Nikolas, I know you’re hurting, and I’m sorry, dear boy, but to take it out on everyone who’s trying to help you is not the answer.”

Nikolas gave Dominique a long, measuring look and then sighed. “I owe you my life on more than one occasion, Dominique, but for this one thing. I. Do. Not. Want company.” His voice was hard as flint. Until he was back on track, someone would hit close to home by targeting anyone close to him. Could it get any worse?

“You just want to mope and feel sorry for yourself, is that it?” His ex-Master said. He straightened and shook his head. “I don’t know why, boy, but when it comes to you I’m not sure whether to trust my own instincts. But I do know this one thing. You are not the man I knew.”

Nikolas fumed within, but he remained calm and cool as he turned back to face Ashton. “And you! I wish to be left alone. Doesn’t anyone get this? It would be best if you left. And do not bother coming again. I’m not much for this idle conversation right now.”

“Your attitude stinks, but that is just the same old you.” Hands held high, Ashton surrendered. “My work is done here. I’ll just leave you to attend to my friend. In lieu of fighting with you or listening to you spew lengthy lectures that you know I’m not going to listen to anyway, I’ll just be leaving.” Ashton shrugged his shoulders with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “I’ll call you, Kyler.” He winked down at his friend, walking out with fingers crossed. “Damn I sure hope I’m not making the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Hey what…but… U can’t just leave me here! Kyle sputtered.

It ripped into Nikolas’s gut to hear Ashton saying this to him. He had considered Ashton his most trusted ally in his team, a confidant. Trust was something that didn’t come easy. It was earned, not given freely.

“Excuuuse me!” the shorter man huffed. “Big guy! Yeah, you. Hurt man down here. Some undivided attention would be nice.”

Nikolas looked down at the young man and felt the nice brick wall he’d built around his heart long ago beginning to crack. The guy was actually pouting. His lower lip pushed out and everything. Jesus, even his eyes were sad.

Nikolas felt a surge of sensation, both physical and emotional, and was completely lost to this man in a space of a single heartbeat. Nikolas groaned and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he hoped the alluring man would be gone, but he was still rooted to the same chair he’d sat him in.

The Art of Breaking - Part 24

“You okay, Ky?” Ashton asked, getting down on one knee to look at the subject at hand. “I gotta tell ya though, you two look great together. I saw you stall when you looked into his eyes. Amazing color, right?”

“We do not! I did not!” Kyler swallowed hard. “And I think I only twisted it, that’s all. I’ll be okay, but can we just go home now? Please.” This big, dark-haired god was about as rude and obnoxious as all get out. His damn ankle hurt like hell. He looked at the top of his friend’s head to see it turned, looking at the big, buffed, growly guy, and gasped when he caught the green eyed beastie eyeing him back.

“Busted!” Ashton said laughing. “Did you see him looking? He’s so into you. Kyler, trust me okay? I know you do trust me and that man there?” He pointed at his boss over his shoulder with a backward thumb, “He’s a really great guy. He’s my boss, actually, but my point is he’s a Master and you couldn’t be in more capable hands. If you play your trump cards right he’s one hellova great guy and a perfect master for you.”

"So you say," he snapped. "Look, I didn’t come here to get hooked up."  He paused and admired the man's attributes and unconsciously licked his lips, "I'm not looking for a Master either and I'm damn sure not looking for your boss." He nibbled on that lower lip now and whispered, "He has amazing green eyes, though. Is he always that difficult?” Kyler whispered to Ashton while he stared at the tall and beautiful man. He couldn’t help admiring the defined muscles, tall straight posture that screamed leader. His definite downfall and this man carried every single attribute he admired in a man.  

“He isn’t the easiest boss in the world. He hollers at everyone.” Ashton commented as Nikolas started a heated argument with the other Master. “Try working for him. He’s making life in general really hard on himself. Kyler, look I know you and Nikolas are right for each other. Just give him a chance. He needs you as badly as you need him. He just needs that stick that got stuck up his ass removed and you’re just the guy to do it. I love you both; I just wanna see you happy. Don’t hate me, okay?”

“Hate you? I loath you right now, but…” Kyler rolled his eyes at Ashton. Could he really take this one final leap? What if it all went to shits ville…yet, what if this worked. He sighed inwardly and he internal banter. He’d planned on leaving after tonight anyway. Right? “I’m such a fool. Maybe this once…”

Ashton slapped him on the back, almost toppling Kyler head first off the chair. “You won’t regret it. You’ll thank me. You’ll see.”

Kyler poke both of Ashton’s cheeks, “Don’t hold your breath.” He just hoped Ashton was right or he’d live to regret the day he was born.

The Art of Breaking - Part 23

“Hey, boss man.”

Nikolas spun on his heels as he was about to attempt crouching down and assess the young man only to come face to face with Ashton. With a shocked expression he didn’t bother acknowledging his greeting. “Ashton, why are you here? In this club of all clubs!”

“I thought I’d come by and see how you’re doing.”

“How the hell do you think I’m doing,” he growled.

“Well this place isn’t exactly forbidden you know. Me and Kyler came to have a drink, mix, and mingle. You know, the usual...” 

“Leave,” The single abrupt word was all he seemed inclined to say.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, you see. We’re here now and not going anywhere. Why don’t you have a drink with us? Set aside the boss and employee for one night and do the friends having a friendly drink deal. We can even forget the serious list of bullshit that runs longer than your leg.”

“Spare me the details and leave.” Nikolas’s tone was cold, distant. “Tough as it is to believe, Ashton, at the moment I have other things on my mind.”

“Boy oh boy, do you ever.”

Before Nikolas made an attempt to get clarification on that snarky remark, he felt someone tapping on his shoulder. Exhaling he turned to find Master Dominique standing over him with a smirk. “And to what do I owe this honor?”

The older Master raised his brow and said, “A moment of your time young Master. We have something important to address and it won’t wait. After you.”

Nikolas rose to his feet with an angry snarl. Maybe he should have listened to Braxton and gone to China instead. He gave one last threatening look at Ashton that promised hell and followed his ex-Master.

The Art of Breaking - Part 22

 "What the hell?" Nikolas’s quick reflexes acted on instinct and with one long arm he grabbed the shorter man around his waist to keep the man from tumbling headfirst at his feet. “Easy there,” he grumbled while he tried to keep his feet planted. Damn kid about brought them both down. Fine scene that would make.

“Oh, oh!” Kyler’s wild arms and legs were everywhere at once. “Ouch, Jesus you have arms of steel now don’t you? Let go! You’re squishing me.”

“Bloody hell, can you just sto...” The man in his arms started squirming, begging to be let down and incidentally his arm was rubbing up against Nikolas’s crotch. He groaned. An erection he hadn’t felt in days, weeks, months even, began to overwhelm him as his cock swelled rapidly. Nikolas hurt so damned much right then from said erection that it was begging to split the seams of his leather pants. His raging anger was the only thing that kept him in check and sane. “Knock it off!”

“Oh? Well, aren’t you the growly one? You know you’d be way more handsome if it weren’t for that fierce look you have.”

Nikolas glared at the smart-mouthed package he held in his arms and snarled.

“Uh, sorry?” Kyler squeaked. “But it hurts. Actually it’s throbbing.”

Nikolas groaned and agreed fully.

Glancing below the larger man’s waist, Kyler then realized this man knew not what he’d actually meant. "Mind out of gutter, chump,” he point down to his ankle. I meant my ankle. Now, do you mind putting me down? Just my luck! I just got here. What's the use of going through the hell of wandering around lost in this damn place only to find myself at the feet of another Master? No way, no how. Not tonight!"

“What?” This young man in his arms was clearly drunk or something. Who the hell said anything about being this one’s Master anyway? Timeworn boots clicked against the marble tiles of the large room as long slender legs sheathed in black leather stepped to a chair to sit the man down on it. “Buddy, if you’re looking for a good time, this isn’t the place to look and I’m not the guy for it.”

The Art of Breaking - Part 21

“I’m not sure about this.”

Ashton took a hold of the shorter man’s wrist and for measure gave it a yank. “Oh come on. We’re just going in for a drink or two and have a look around. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky.”

Kyler snorted, “You’re too damn vanilla. They’d eat you up.”

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex?” He stopped and knocked on the door. “Too long, and right now I’m wiling to undergo a spanking for it. So, let’s do this.”

Almost at once the door opened and Kyler yelped as Ashton pulled him in.

“Jeez, I swear that guy at the door was going to do a butt search,” Ashton huffed as he drug Kyler behind him towards the set of wooden doors at the end of the hallway. “Would you stop pulling against me already? There’s no turning back from here.”

Kyler’s heart, or what was left of it, pounded within his chest, feeling like it was looking for a way out. He tried to talk, but his tongue refused to leave the roof of his dry mouth. And with as tight as Ashton was holding him, he no longer felt it. All he could do was follow his wicked friend down the twenty foot hallway towards the big wooden double doors. The closer they got the louder the music grew, and the harder his heart worked at finding a way out. There were Masters on the other side of the doors. There were men who wanted nothing more than to strip his ass naked and hurt him, and here he was going right on inside.  

Ashton knocked at the locked door and turned to smile at him, giving him courage, or something like that.

“Let’s not do this, Ashton. I can’t do this. I…”

His words were cut short when the door opened and they were immediately surrounded by waves of warm lights and music almost giving a sense of comfort. He followed blindly behind Ashton and apologized to everyone he ran into, no thanks to Ashton who was almost running throughout the establishment. In and out of tables and around people who seemed to be standing in the way no matter what way he was drug.

“Come on! I see a clear spot in the back.”

“Would you slow down, I’m gonna fall dammit.”

“Holy fuck I think someone just patted my ass!” Ashton hissed in excitement.

Kyler laughed. “No, that was my foot kicking you in the ass to slow the hell down. We aren’t in a marathon.”

“Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus!”

Kyler watched Ashton’s head to see where he was looking, not that it mattered, he couldn’t see over or around him anyway. “What?”

“Those guys over there? One has the other tied to a rack or something and he’s hitting him with a whip. And over there…holy shit! How in the hell do you do this shit?”

Kyler stopped. “You are such a prat.” He dug his heals in and pulled his arm back. “Seen enough now? You are so worse than a tyke in a candy store! Now can we leave?” he yanked on Ashton’s sleeve back in the direction of the door.

Ashton looked up over the crowds and shook his head, pulling Kyler back to his side. With a grin he said, “Not a chance. We just got here. Now who’s being the prat?”

Before Kyler had an opportunity to do anything, say anything, he was being dragged again deeper into the interior of the establishment. He didn’t even have a moment to look around. Not that he really wanted to, but still. He would admit, feeling were returning and not all of them bad, but that still didn’t fit into his comfort zone.

“Here we are. Damn, this place is huge and so full. I didn’t realize there were so many guys into the scene. Come on over here.”

All Kyler could do was what Ashton wanted.  It was that or get run over by a really big guy and his little sub that happened to be crawling on all fours being led by a leash. All Kyler could think was, ‘no way.’

“Thank the gods he didn’t leave.”

“Who?”

Ashton turned to look at Kyler. “No one,” He turned back to where he’d been staring. “Let’s just see about this,” he mumbled once again yanking on Kyler’s wrist.

Kyler growled when Ashton yanked him once again and tried pulling away but his strength, or lack of, wouldn’t stop the now trotting Ashton. “What is your…” Suddenly he was let go and due to the momentum they’d gained during their flight, Kyler plummeted ahead. He tripped over someone’s foot and screamed

The song that inspired my story

The Art of Breaking - Part 19 & 20

The waiter placed their drinks in front of them, giving Nikolas a saucy come hither wink before leaving the table. He picked it up and took a healthy swallow, reveling in the burn. It was the most expensive Scotch money could buy.  When it came to his club, Dominique spared no expenses.

“My guess is as good as yours, old friend.” 

“Lighten up, Nikolas. Maybe it’s a date. Someone has taken a great interest in you and I’d say it’s about time.” Master D waved a hand around the room. “Many submissive men in this room, this club specifically, are willing to be mastered by you, to kneel for you, take the whip you wield to bring them to the height of pleasure with its sting upon their tender skin, hear your voice as it commands them to come or not to come, to beg for you to put them through their paces.” Dominique sat back and sipped his Merlot, scrutinizing Nikolas’s reaction. “You know where I’m going with this?”

“Yeah, and all the thoughts you originate are further from the truth. Don’t you have work to do?” Looking into his glass, Nikolas put it aside with disgust. Maybe coming here had been a mistake.

“In a minute. I’m not trying to make you mad. I’m just pointing out that you’ve been edgy the last half year ever since… Throw caution to the wind and meet this man. Frankly, my boy, you have nothing to lose.” Master D observed the shadows under Nikolas's eyes and the stress lines around his mouth. His friend looked tired.

“Why?” Nikolas’s voice went on, quiet and intense. “You know I come from time to time, do a scene and always leave here alone.” His voice dropped a pitch. “I don’t do long term and I have nothing to offer. My job sucks up most of my time leaving room for no one. Hell, D, I don’t even own a pet because if I had one it would starve to death from lack of nourishment and neglect. I couldn’t add the guilt of that to what already lays heavily on my shoulders.” There. He’d said it. No taking the words back now.

“I’ll get to that in a minute, but there’s something I need you to see first.

Nikolas looked down as Master D slid a paper under his nose. Glancing at the letter, he suddenly felt his gut twist. He wasn’t smiling, let alone laughing. “Who gave you this?”

“I found it under my office door.”

“Why would someone give this to you.” Nikolas asked.

“I am not here to judge. What has happened is in the past and so it will remain in the past. By this someone’s holding a grudge against you and this is not a threat to be taken lightly.” Dominique’s eyes strayed around the room, as he expected to find strangers listening.

That wasn’t exactly news to Nikolas, but he was too close to finding out who had it in for him to be backing out now. Ever since the burial of one of his men, someone had it in for him, so he’d been doing some investigating of his own. Whoever was behind it had covered his or her tracks well. He’d come up with nil for his efforts. With the confirmation of this being placed under the other master’s door, without doubt it had to be a man. If he didn’t know better, he’d believe it to be someone with high ranking or intelligence enough to pull the hood over his eyes.

“I tried to save him. I did everything in my power to protect him. It wasn’t enough. I failed him, Dom.”

“You didn’t fail him! I believe that when it’s your time, it’s your time. Your date of death is set in stone, pardon the pun, and set in motion from the moment you’re born into this world. It was his time, that’s all. You can’t hold yourself accountable for that. It’s going to eat you from the inside out. But there’s the chance that this person and their idle threats will slip and make a mistake if he suspects you’re on to him.”

“I saw and heard things… I should have known. I was their leader! I was their eyes, their ears. They relied on me!” Nikolas looked away. “I’m at the point where I don’t know who I am. Where the real me begins or that other Nikolas ends. These missions are more dangerous than you think. Before they kill you, they’ll expose you to how empty your life is that leaves you empty inside, without hope. I know this first hand, Dom. As much as I hate to be the one to say this, there’s no room in my life to take on another Sub or have anyone in my life, so I ask myself again: why am I even here.”

His friend smiled. “I once believed and said those very same words.”

With a tight smile, Nikolas changed the subject. “How is it with you and Angelo, anyway?”

“A bossy little bottom, and mischievous as ever. Most days I believe he acts up just to enjoy the punishments.” Dominique chuckled lightheartedly “Just when you think things can’t get any worse… but I do love my boy.”

“Look, if anyone’s asking for me? Give my apologies and tell this man something came up. I’ll take your advice under advisement, but I don’t think I can bring myself to go through with it.” It was shit on his part; yet he knew he was doing the right thing by bailing out of this so called date. 

Master D shook his head. “I’ll make sure to pass on the message and have Stevie offer the room to another Dom.” Master D rose and patted him on the shoulder. “In the meantime, mind what I say about watching your back, and I expect you not to stay away so long this time.”

Without further word, finishing the rest of his drink Nikolas got to his feet. Gathering the paper, he folded it length wise and slid it into the upper pocket of his coat, turning to leave. What happened next was either the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning. Nikolas didn’t know then how these next turn of events would change the course of his life. 

The Art of Breaking - Part 18

The moment Nikolas walked into the Black Eagle wearing all black, from his boots to his T-shirt and leather pants; he spotted Master D also known as Dominique; noting the concerned expression on his friend’s face as he made a beeline for Nikolas. Dominique had trained Nikolas to be the Master he became today. His mastery in patience, dominance, and the training provided no quarter for disrespect. He could be harsh, but he was a fair man. 

“Nikolas, my friend, where have you been? Stevie made mention that you were going to grace us with your presence. It has been too long.” Master D asked. “Will you join me for a drink?”

Mouth drawn in a tight line, Nikolas nodded as he slid into the metal and red leather padded chair, taking a quick glance around. The BDSM club was filling quickly beyond capacity. A driving beat pounded from the speakers that were controlled by a DJ in a glass booth. Members decked to the nines in leather with their submissive kneeling at their master’s feet occupied various booths and tables, along with non members who frequented the club. Masters still looking for the right sub and visa versa. Dominique ran his club with a tight fist and strict policies. Let it not be said that he didn’t have applications filled out and backgrounds checks done for each of the men in attendance. Second chances weren’t given. You mess up once and fuck up and you were banned from the club.

Turning his attention back to Dominique, Nikolas found himself staring at a man who he had a strong urge to punch just on general principal. He also admired the man. His hair was perfectly moussed into place, light brown, and sun streaked, skin nicely tanned. His smile revealed perfectly capped teeth. His suit screamed Armani, as did his shoes. They were about the same age, they both were Masters, Doms, but both were as different as night and day in temperament.

Master D sat and motioned for the waiter, scantily clad in a leather thong, nipples pierced and more body tattoos than sin, to bring him a glass of wine and Nikolas a Scotch on the rocks while he gave Nikolas a stern look.

“Thanks,” Nikolas said. “I’ve been busy. Work. You know how it goes.”

Dominique snorted. “All work and no play, my friend, will not do. You’ll wear yourself down before your time. So what does bring you to the club this evening? Have a need to taste one of our many subs or perhaps make one your own?”

Shaking his head, Nikolas felt his temper rise. “I received an invitation to be here.” Holding up both hands in his defense, an explanation wouldn’t have been swift enough by the shocked expression on Master D’s countenance. He gathered his shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and secured it with a strap of leather.

“It is not uncommon to send a submissive an invitation to my establishment, but who in their right mind would send one to a Master Dom?”

The Art of Breaking - Part 17

Still warring with himself, Nikolas dropped behind the wheel, staring out the front windshield. The key hadn’t yet been inserted into the ignition and already the palms of his hands were even beginning to sweat. Second thoughts still assailed him. “It’s one night. Have a drink; see what this is all about. Maybe it’s a hoax and you’re getting played for a fool.” Starting up the engine was a milestone, popping in a CD to volume to level 8 and the tune blaring out, “I could be just like you,” by Faber Drive became a blessing." Rubber burned as foot hit the petal, putting it to the metal and tires squealed as he pulled out.

Nikolas reached for his cell phone and punched in the speed dial code for Black Eagle. Within seconds a soft voice purred on the other end from the car speaker. Bluetooth was the best invention yet. “Black Eagle, how may I help you this evening, Master Nikolas?”

“How…? Call display right?” Nikolas asked him with humor in his tone, though he felt none at all.

“I could say it was the heat of your breath coming at me through the phone, but I’d be shamefully lying, wouldn’t I?”

“You would be and you know what the punishment for lying is, Stevie.”

Stevie giggled. “Master Van would give me a spanking I wouldn’t soon forget? He’s a real stump off the old block, but he makes me purr, sugar.”

Nikolas smiled in spite of himself. Silence waited between them for several long seconds. He stretched his neck in an effort to chase away the tension building there. “Careful, Stevie. He’s a hardcore ball crusher is more like it and very stern with his subs. Anyhow, book me a room for tonight. I’m headed there now.”

“I knew you were going to say that.” Nikolas heard the tempo rise in Stevie’s voice. “I’ll get right on that for you, handsome.”

“Thanks. See you in fifteen, tops.” Nikolas cut the connection.

The Art of Breaking - Part 16

The scent of tomato sauce, buttery crust and lots of different meaty toppings announced nourishment at its finest. Pizza box in hand, he went to the oldest wing of his house. Moving to his desk made out of mahogany wood, he laid the flat square cardboard box on his desk and sunk down into the comfortable leather seat while opening the lid, breathing in deeply. A smile spread across his face.

"Now, that's what I call food."

After he’d inhaled the first two slices, he booted up his computer. Nikolas put his head down for a moment and closed his eyes. He was tired and cranky and his eyes hurt from straining in the light. He let them rest a moment as his mental complaining subsided. Only later, when it was over, did he finally pick up his head and look up the screen.

Nikolas scrolled through his emails, snorting in disgust at the spam with the offers to: enlarge the size of your cock. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about in that department. I don’t need no miracle grow. Asswads!” Self consciously he glanced down at his lap. If anything, his size freaked most men out which is why most of his subs were well accustomed or he gave pleasure without indulging himself and handled matters on his own. “What?” he chuckled at the ones on ‘Getting it up vitamins and VIAGRA. The click of the mouse deleted those and deleted most.

Nikolas’s attention was riveted to that one email. From: Black Eagle. Subject: Invitation. His jaw dropped. He stared at the monitor open-mouthed as he stopped eating. Tension throbbed in the silence that followed. As he sat in his large leather chair, a rumbling noise much like a growl grew in his chest. Feeling blood begin to boil, slowly he expelled a breath; eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment, and concentrated on his disbelief. Opening his eyes, he scanned the contents making sure he hadn’t been mistaken and read it wrong the first time.

Pushing his chair back, standing abruptly, Nikolas began to pace one end of his office to the other. Doing this vigorously and frequently in past years was starting to do some serious wear and tear into his plush beige carpeting. “I can do this. No, I can’t. Who would have the audacity to send this? Why me? ”

His mental bantering was giving him a migraine. As long as he didn’t answer himself, or they were sure to have him committed to the psych ward for going off the deep end. Stopping at the large bay window, groaning out loud only caused a severe ache in his chest, which no amount of rubbing would alleviate the ache which no amount of rubbing would alleviate the pounding. His pain would always be there, but maybe a night of distraction from it might not be so bad.   

The Art of Breaking - Part 15

A door somewhere opened and slammed, dogs barked and trashcans banged from the neighboring houses. Nikolas let out a curse as he came fully awake. “This is a joke.”

Then he remembered his new regime. From this moment on he was on hiatus unless ordered otherwise, and with it came thoughts of any man with a sassy glint in their eyes and temptation written all over a submissive body. One that would equal trouble in Nikolas’ mind. The last thing he wanted was to add another to his already confused state. There were a thousand reasons for keeping his hands to himself.

Nikolas drew back the black cotton sheets and got out of bed. He'd tossed and turned so much he was wrapped like a mummy in a sarcophagus when he woke up. Adrian once joked about them, calling his choice in color Morbid “R” Us. “Sure.” He said it like: didn’t everyone do that. Lying came easy. It was probably his third talent. Being a Master Dom was his second. Killing was his first.

He stretched, feeling no better than he had. His muscles protesting the earlier than expected rise out of sleep that went with the odd insane hours he kept. Nikolas got to his feet. The only indication that the move cost him was the muscle that ticked in his jaw and the thin line into which his lips compressed.

Bounding out of the bedroom, his long legs carried him away from the pain and anger and the memory of death in his dreams to the kitchen. But he knew, gut-deep, that running wouldn’t help. It never had. Pausing at the kitchen doorway, he stared, his heart now a sledgehammer. The only ones that gave him that rise in the world to feel any kind of emotion to show he was human these days were dead.

Nikolas closed a set of double cupboards and leaned back on his hip, arms crossed; pondering whether to order out, or to hop in the car and grab a few things to tide him over until he could go shopping. Not having to face life in general won out. Moving to the phone on the counter near the sink, he picked up the receiver and punched in a few numbers. “I'd like delivery. Whatever the special is tonight. Sure. Cash.”

Seeing as he had enough time, he bounded back up the steps to take a quick shower. He slapped his towel over the holder and turned on the steaming spray. A slow smile tugged on his lips as he plucked up the soap from the holder and started scrubbing the sweat and sleep from his body. His soapy hand ran over and down the length of his cock, but even that wouldn’t make it twitch or harden. He wasn’t that old, yet the idea of needing Viagra to get it up wasn’t something he was willing to accept. He wasn’t going to grow old gracefully. “Guess Braxton was right and we are stressed.” Giving his cock a firm squeeze, he moved to continue washing himself. He obviously couldn’t stay under the spray forever.

He finished showering, dried off, and wrapped a towel around his trim waist while he shaved. The razor dragged across the two-day old growth of facial hair, and it took twice as long as usual to get rid of the whiskers. Nikolas stared into the mirror when he was finished. Clean shaven and without his pants and boots he was just like any other man.

Right! He looked more like a teen who hadn’t aged in a decade and had an abnormal growth spurt. Except for his height he’d gained at an early age, which he was mocked and teased about growing up, and a build he’d worked hard at while conditioning his body during training, no one would think him to be the age he really felt deep down. He’d seen more than his fair share over the years. An old soul is how he looked upon himself. He shook his head and looked away from the image that mocked him.

Nikolas slipped on his time-worn, but most comfortable jeans, scooped up the remainder of his clothing, and looked outside the window. The bedroom was on the second floor looking over a large background with an in-ground pool that he swam in daily. He had a feeling it was going to be another long lonely night. The chime of the doorbell drew back his focus.

The Art of Breaking - Part 13 & 14

*** SORRY for slacking. My health issue has been kicking me in the arse so I'm posting 2 parts for those reading. Thanks for reading and hope you're enjoying this story ***

Kyler’s big eyes were going to pop right out of his head. “Black Eagle?” His shaking hand froze on the door handle. “I’ve only heard about this place, but never been. You do realize it’s a BDSM club, right?” He looked over at Ashton who was grinning like a kitten who got his milk. Oh! The nerve of that man! “You totally planned this! I_I can’t go in there.” He sputtered.

Ashton opened his driver’s door and climbed out of his Jeep with the grace of an ox. “Get out. This is my night with you and this is what I want.”

Kyler broke out in a cold sweat. There was no way he could go in there. There were Masters and subs and...things. Since his last break up with Master Jerk he’d avoided all things associated with the life he so desperately needed. He glanced at the double steel doors and the glowing ‘Come In’ sign. “Ashton, I can’t do this, lets go some place else. Please?”

Ashton appeared on the passenger side, opened the door, and said, “Get out. I want this. You do too. You just don’t know it yet.” Shoulders hunched, he gave Kyler the kicked puppy dog look.

“What about what I want? Oh shit,” he replied, always a sucker for the look Ashton bestowed upon him. “You so owe me for this. I am not looking to hook up with anyone. You got that?” He got out of the black car and licked his lips nervously. He wiped his hands against the legs on his tight low rise jeans and smoothed his skin tight white tee down. “Now I know why you wanted me to wear next to skin nothing. You’re a jerk.”

“I know I am. And we’re not here for you to hook up. I just needed something different. And I want to show you off for the last time. Now, come on.”

"He'll die. That much I promise you. You don't need to concern yourself with when or how. I'll take care of it."
            The Master paced in his secluded room, a small room in the basement of an abandoned office at the edge of the wharf.
            "Although, I wouldn't mind your suggestions, you always were better at these things than me. All that training you had..." He grinned, looking at the darkest corner. The image walked out of it, still handsome, still alive.
            "I knew you'd never leave me. We've been together for so long, you would never abandon me."
            The image smiled at him then leaned his back against the wall. "So, how do you want me to precede, my love?" He grinned back, rubbing his palms together. "I think I'll start with driving him mad, hinting to him of his own death. What do you think?"
            His companion thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"You don't think that would work? He doesn't look like he'd be afraid to die? No, you're right. He won't be." He thought for a few moments, pacing the short distance between the two walls. "What about...No. That won't work either."
            He pounded on the side of his head, massaging it every so often. "I don't think I can do this without you." He turned to his companion, who was now nowhere to be seen.
            "He called you again, didn't he?" The anger rolling in his chest, he growled the last of his words. "Why can't he just leave you alone?"
            He grieved for his lover. His submissive. The only one he vowed to give his life to, the one who would serve him without blinking. "I didn't mean it...please come back" He whimpered, crouching back to the corner. "Forgive me if I upset you, I didn't mean it!"

Burying his head, the Master pleaded for his submissive. "It was his fault! He was supposed to protect you and he took you away from me!" He paused, thought for a moment, rocking his fears away. “He...if I kill him, you would return and we could be together again like it was meant to be." He laughed a laugh bordering on hysteria. "You would take your rightful place again by my side, my boy."
            He got up and paced once again, now more determined than ever to finish what he started. "I'm coming for you." He grinned as he followed the trail of his thoughts. "And you won't be able to escape me! Not this time!"
            The maniacal laugh pierced the air, rolling over the peaceful waters of the wharf.

The Art of Breaking - Part 12

Ashton moved away from the boxes, kicked at the roll of bubble tape and made his way over to Kyler, then knelt down. He took Kyler’s nervous hands in his and looked into his eyes. “Don’t leave me. I know you won’t have me as a lover because I can’t be what you need, but please don’t leave me. You’re all I have, Kyler.” He gave a resonated sigh of frustration. “Ky, you’re my best friend and I’d be lost without you, little buddy.”

Kyler rolled his head back and groaned. God how he hated to hurt Ashton this way, but what choices did he have? He could go on managing the music store and producing INDI artists, or he could go to Alaska and work on a rigging crew. At least there he’d be so damn busy he wouldn’t have time to think of anything or anyone.

The nightmares were getting worse instead of better. Instead of five hours of sleep, he was lucky to get three. Something had to give. When his eyes closed, he relived the past three years, hour by hour until he wanted to jump out of his window.

“Please?”

Kyler sat up and pulled Ashton to him. Though the other man stood more than a few inches taller than his own measly 5’7 and probably outweighed him by a good thirty pounds the man fell right into his lap, making his eyes almost bulge out. Kyler placed his hand on Ashton’s smooth chin and held his head up so he could look into his eyes. “I’m not leaving you; I’m leaving the hell I live in, sweets. You can always come and visit me, and I’ll come and see you and we’ll talk on the phone every day. I just can’t do this anymore.”

            “I didn’t realize you were this unhappy. You hide misery well. Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are? They look exactly like my coffee in the mornings.” Ashton laid his head on Kyler’s shoulder and sighed. “What will I do without you? Why can’t I be what you need? Jesus, Kyler, I love you but it’s not enough, is it?”

Kyler’s heart thumped painfully against his rib cage. “Now you’re getting all poetic on me. You need a man.” They tried dating one another years ago, but after a few months they were both miserable. Kyler needed a lot more than Ashton was capable of giving and vice versa. Oh, the sex was great, the love was there, it was everything else. Ashton needed a partner and Kyler with his constant demands needed a Master. He didn’t want to leave this his best friend or his apartment, but he had to. For himself he had to. “I wish it wasn’t so complicated.”

Ashton chuckled and kissed Kyler’s wet cheek. He sat up and wiped his own tears away and tried to smile. “If you have to leave me, at least give me one more night. Give me tonight to take you out on the town and then take it as it comes. Okay?”

Kyler sniffed and nodded. “I am wearing purple eye liner. You okay with that?”

“Was I ever, Miss Prissy?”

Kyler swatted his arm, stood up, dumping a laughing Ashton onto the floor and said, “One day you will be.”