Slave

Chapter Two- Secrets

With Olivia gone, Robin and I are left alone. I lead him to the shower and turn it on. We both step in and I help him wash his entire body, from head to toe. I let the warm water run down his back as I scrub his chest. "I love you," I say to him in a soft voice.

"I love you, too," he replies.

I kiss him lightly and then finish washing up. I step out of the shower, but let him stay in a little bit longer to run hot water over his aching muscles. After a few minutes, he steps out of the shower as well and we both dry off.

"Get dressed," I tell Robin. He obeys and I head to my closet to find clothes. I put on a light blue t-shirt and dark jeans before heading back out to the kitchen where I find Robin sitting at the table.

"How are you feeling this morning?" I ask him, pouring him a cup of coffee.

"Tired," he admits before taking the coffee and sipping it.

I nod. "That wouldn't be true if you hadn't misbehaved," I tell him.

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry." He takes another sip of his coffee. He is so cute when he is sleepy. His shoulder length raven hair sticks to his forehead, covering his eyes a little bit.

I grab my folder containing all of my research and sit down at the table. Robin tries to peek at it, but I move it away from him. "You know that this is private, Robbie," I say. "No snooping.

Robin leans back in his chair, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I don't understand why you won't let me see," he whines. "You work on it every day, but you don't tell me anything."

"Because I don't want you to know this side of me." I hold the folder up so that the back of it is blocking the view of his papers. My ex-master has moved, and I have been trying to track him down using information about his friends, his slaves, and his ex-slaves.

I feel his foot rub against mine underneath the table. "I want to know every side of you," he says quietly, almost bashfully. He looks up at me and smiles a little bit. I can't help but smile back.

"I'll tell you in time," I reply, looking back down at the papers in front of me.

He slides closer to me. "Or you could tell me now," he whispers.

"You're pushing it," I whisper back.

He gets up and walks behind me. I shut the folder and get ready to scold him, but his hands brush against my shoulders and start to massage them. "I don't like it when you're stressed. You're always stressed when you look at that. If you could just tell me, then maybe I could help."

I tip my head up to look at him. "Who told you that you could be so cute?" I ask him with a small smile.

He grins. "You did, sir." He leans down and kisses me on the lips.

I sigh and open the folder. "It started when I was just about to graduate high school..."