Good Girl (Playroom) (27 page)

“Tina,” I grunt, and Auggie
string tight with tension.

He fists the sheet and growls,
“Bull-fucking-shit, Tina is not Devon’s girlfriend,” Auggie hisses. “Tina has fucked Kieren, but never Devon.”

“You d
on’t know everything, Mr. Kline,” I try to hammer home that he’s not omnificent. “I saw them kiss and Tina admitted that they’ve been together.”

“I don’t know about the kiss, but I know
for a fact that that kid is still a virgin. You didn’t hear that from me, so don’t repeat it. But I can guarantee that Tina isn’t Devon’s girlfriend, fuck buddy, or even a friend. I hope to God she isn’t anything else to him, either. But I gather he’s addicted to the same shit you are. Stay the fuck away from Tina, Willow! I mean it!” Auggie’s entire demeanor changed when I brought up Tina. His jaw clenched, his teeth gnashed together, and his hands fisted at his sides. I can feel the fury and disappointment leaching off of him.

“I’ll stay away from Tina
. I didn’t like the skank at all,” I growl and Auggie flinches like I suckerpunched him. I give him an inquisitive look and he shakes his head no.

“Trust me. Tina isn’t Devon’s girlfriend,” Auggie
sharply snaps.

“It’s irrelevant since Devon
only sees me as a friend,” I mumble in defeat.

“We’ll see,” Auggie
threatens, a calculating glint shining from his eyes.

“Don’t you
dare force Devon to do anything. He’s my friend, Auggie, and I don’t want him uncomfortable.” I yank the two-hundred pound man to the bed and growl in his face.

Auggie
laughs at me and pulls me to his chest. “I don’t force anyone- ever. I’ll take you past your comfort zone, sure. Devon’s being a pussy and needs prodded.”

“Drop it,” I warn.

“Dropped- for now.”
Auggie cuddles us together and sighs. “Sleepy time for the good girl.”
 

~
Chapter Twenty-One~

“I can’t believe
that we’re finished,” Robbie giddily says.

“And the Master and commander of the Spook House said it would onl
y take a few weeks,” I mock. “Auggie was off by half.” I polish the plaque Robbie customized for me. He can paint like a master, but can’t construct anything. I don’t have a lick of artistic talent. I can, however, wield a hammer with expert precision. Robbie and I are the perfect counterbalance for renovations. I tacked the plaque on the door to the attic as a house-completion gift for Auggie.

I breathe on the shiny surface a
nd buff it to gleaming bright.

“Perfect,” Robbie preens.

“Perfect,” I agree. I smile at the hedonistic scene with
Welcome to the Playroom
scripted across the top. 

My fingers
twist the fabric of Robbie’s sleeve and I pull him into the attic- the attic that no one has entered but Rob and me. We designed every inch of the space. I’m not a plumber, so we did hire out the bathrooms. I just couldn’t see having a place for a lot of people without offering up two private bathrooms and a wet bar. I didn’t want them roaming my house.

I wasn’t sure what to put into the space since I’ve only been to the club twice. After exhausting internet searches
, Robbie took me to the club during daylight hours and let me look around. I then picked his brain for everybody’s kinks. I gave up and let Robbie have creative license on the toys and weird furnishings. It’s definitely not something the inexperienced should tackle.

“Well, what do ya think, brother?” I flop onto the chaise. And it is
in fact called a chaise lounge. I researched all this old furniture, too. I was sick of being ignorant. I haven’t told anyone that I secretly study everything I can get my hands on since they would assume it’s because I want to mature into the woman Auggie needs me to be. But I’m doing it for myself. I love knowing all of this stuff. It helps with my job. I may still look like a twelve year old boy, but I’m smarter than the average eighteen year old- a lot smarter.

So dang smart that I was accepted
into the local university. I didn’t want anyone to know, so I secretly applied and paid with the profit from my commissions. Last week I started classes to obtain my degree with a major in business and a minor in computer science. My love for running
Revamped
’s website and business dealings, helped me narrow down what I’d be happy to do with my life. I haven’t shared the news because it feels extremely private and personal to me for some reason. I think my fears and inadequacies made me leery of sharing my future goals.

“We’re Prynnes, so obviously this
is fucking wicked.” Robbie smirks at our private joke. “Are you ready for opening night?”

I don’t answer yes right away as I would have
a few months ago. In reality, I’m scared shitless. The past ten weeks has been the best of my life. I’ve spent countless hours with Devon, building a relationship that nothing could break apart. I’ve build a different kind of relationship with Auggie, that is no less strong. I’ve made sure to repair whatever damage my bad behavior had on my family. But other than planning the Spook House’s Playroom, I haven’t done one single naughty thing. I’ve kept up with my “practice” as Auggie demanded. My hand is the only one that has sexually touched me since a few days after my birthday.

I’m not perfect. I crave for my smoke and hooch more often than not. I know Auggie is scared that now
that the house is finished, I’ll relapse into a bratty kid with addictive tendencies. Devon is scared I’ll become the zombie again. Both men don’t realize that I’m not that Willow anymore.

I’ll work my ass off at
Revamped
and study until my eyes bleed to occupy my addictions. I was wayward on my birthday. Today, I know what I want and what I’m good at. I’ve learned patience. I don’t care if it takes me a lifetime to accomplish, I’ll get there eventually. I have Auggie to thank for setting my path with his devotion. I have Devon’s unfaltering friendship to be thankful for as well. But I think it was the house that did it. Watching the Spook House transform from something a wrecking ball needed to strike to the showcase of the block, and knowing it was my hand that did the majority of the work. If I couldn’t physically do it, I hired someone who could. I transformed with the house. I rebuilt Willow.

“I don’t know,” I
honestly answer. “I loved the Playroom and the thrill that fired through my veins. I got hotter than hell when I saw Auggie dominating everyone in his path. I’m scared because I’m not that Willow anymore. I won’t know how I’ll feel until I walk in here and watch. I’ll let ya know,” I wistfully say.

“Don’t worry too much. You’ve got it flowing in your blood. But I’m glad you didn’t just jump to saying how excited you are. I
’ve notice a huge difference in you, Willow. I’m proud to be your brother.” Robbie leans over and quickly kisses me on the lips.

“Ah- don’t be doing the gushy shit. I’ll cry like a total girl,” I threaten and
wipe his slobber off my mouth.

“Oh, anything but that,” Robbie
says in mock horror. “Don’t be a dipshit, Willow. You know damned well we’ve shared the same set of lips. You’ve tasted too much of me already.” He shudders in horror and it’s not feigned.

I avoid Auggie until he takes a shower after he leaves my brother’
s room. I don’t know what they’re doing in there and I don’t want to know. Most of the time, it’s drinking a few beers and bullshitting. But I know Robbie has needs that only his master can fulfill. I also know Auggie isn’t getting any needs filled from me. I turn a blind-eye to their antics.

“How did you guys
start the Playroom? Auggie said it was your idea.” Robbie smirks the moment the words flow from my lips and I know I’m gonna love his rendition of events.

I’ve asked Auggie many times, but he does as he does with all things pertaining
to him, he said,
‘Ask Rob. They’re his secrets to spill.’
That’s Auggie’s go-to answer for everything I ask.

“It started the first day of Kindergarten. I was getting my ass kicked for having the name Robin. A girl that was bigger than me punched me in the tidbits and I fell to the ground crying. She laughed at me and said she didn’t think I had any balls because I had a girl’s name. She sat on my chest and tied a ribbon in my hair. Y
ou know how mom and dad are. I had long, pretty hair. The girl had a lot of hair to twist into her ribbon.”

“Who was she?” I tr
y not to laugh because I know Robbie got his ass kicked for years. He finally cut off all that pretty hair when I was a kid. Robbie let me hack it off. It was a disaster and Auggie ended up shaving Robbie’s head bald.

“Not yet.
And I know you’re laughing,” Robbie teases. “I was lying prone on the ground with her boney knee grinding into my crotch. I won’t lie. She scared me so badly that I pissed my pants. I earned the name Pissy Robin that day. An older kid came over and tossed her off of me. She flew through the air and landed on her butt and started to cry. She wasn’t hurt. She was wicked pissed. The two of them beat the shit out of each other- black-eyes, bloody lips and noses, ripped up clothes. I sat there in shock. Teachers tried to stop them and they bit and scratched at them. Finally a big kid from seventh or eighth grade ran over and stopped them.”

“How? Why couldn’t the teachers stop them?”

“No one could get close to them. They were fighting like wild animals. The big kid walked up, pulled his arm back, and punched the boy in the side of the head. I figured the big kid thought the boy was to blame. I was a coward and didn’t tell him any differently. The big kid surprised me when he reached over and pulled the girl to her feet and slapped her hard across the face. They both looked shell shocked. The big kid hauled the scrappers to their feet, pointed at me, and dragged all three of us to the principal’s office.”

“Did you get into
trouble for getting beat up?”

“Nah- I found out that the bigger kid was the crazy bitch’s
older brother, so he didn’t get into trouble for hitting her. My savior was their stepbrother, and he was in my class. The lunatic and him were both my age.”

“What happened next?” I ask
, intrigued. I missed out on Robbie and Clover’s lives. I had the twins as my siblings. I didn’t get my real ones.

“I cleaned myself up in the
bathroom, but I couldn’t get the crazy girl’s ribbon out of my hair. I was so scared that I thought I’d pee my pants again. I kept looking around corners before I entered the hallways. I left by the back door, but somehow the boy knew I’d go that way. He was waiting for me and I started to hyperventilate. I’ll never forget that moment for the rest of my life. He shushed me and got the ribbon out of my hair in a second. He took a friendship bracelet off his wrist and tied it around mine. The boy said,
‘You’re mine, and that means no one will pick on you again. Your name is Rob from now on, don’t ever tell anyone it’s Robin. Call me Auggie.’
I told Auggie that the mean girl would tell everyone my name. ‘Isis won’t dare,’ he promised. Auggie walked me home that day, and every day after, with Isis by our sides.”

“How the hell did Auggie know about that shit at five years
old?” I yelp in awe.

“From his parents:
Auggie’s Mom was Isis’ Dad’s submissive. What they didn’t see from their parents, Malcolm showed them. That night Malcolm kicked their asses. The next day they had more damage than they did from their fight. The ribbon was Isis marking her territory. They were fighting over who got to own me.”

“Auggie
never told me they were family,” I sadly admit. “Hell, I didn’t even know Isis and Malcolm were siblings.”

“Auggie’s not their family
. Their parents were together for a few years, but they never married, and each went on to find other spouses. But Malcolm always saw Auggie as family. I’m the only reason that Auggie and Isis didn’t kill each other on a daily basis. Isis has never forgiven Auggie for winning me. They fought like that twenty or thirty more times until I figured out it was up to me to say who owned me.”

“So Isis is Devon’s aunt and I didn’t know this. Jesus. Those fuckheads have to know every fart I take, but I know nothing of them. No wonder Auggie was pushing me and Devon together. He was grown by Malcolm
, and I bet Auggie knows Devon inside and out.”

“You’re my sister, Willow. I wouldn’t have allowed you with anyone else. Auggie and I fought from the second you started working for hi
m. I knew what he was up to. Auggie will deny it, so do not repeat this. But the bastard has been waiting for you since you could walk. I was jealous and angry and hurt and scared. I was the one that put Devon as the condition. I was the one that made Auggie see reason and wait until you matured. I am your brother and that will always trump master until you can say who owns you. You’re not there yet, so don’t spit and sputter and get pissed at me. Admit that the past few months were good for you. Admit it,” Robbie demands.

“I’ll admit it. I try not to throw fits like you do
,” I taunt. “I get it, alright? But picking a boyfriend for me is crossing the line,” I hiss.

“I wasn’t the only one at that discussion, Willow. There were four people choosi
ng: Malcolm, Isis, Auggie, and me. The four of us met for weeks, discussing Devon and Kieren. Devon needs you and you need him. It’s no different than an arranged marriage. It was important. The boys have some secrets, and you need to talk to them about it. But they’re not my secrets to tell. We’ve known you were just like me since you could talk. Auggie and I would play, and you’d play with us. Not sexually, but the domination and need to submit was always present. Horsy was your favorite game, if you remember.”

“I’m not marrying Devon.”
Out of everything Robbie said, that struck a chord. I care for Devon, but I’m not sure I’m ever marrying anyone. My brother is right. I’m not ready yet, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be.

“Not like that, Willow. It’s
like the bond between Auggie, Isis, and me. You guys need that. You can’t have that with Auggie. Not that kind of bond.”

“I don’t know what yo
u mean,” I whimper out of frustration.

“I know
, and when you understand, you will know what the future holds,” Robbie says, taking on the tone of an oracle.

“What do you think it holds?”
I try to manipulate the answer from him.

“Don’t be a dipshit
, Willow. We all know what’s going to happen. Come on. We’ll be late for the twin’s party.”

“Hold up! Who go Isis’
ribbon?” I yank Robbie back down next to me on the chaise. He grunts from the force of my pull. Yeah, I’m getting stronger.

“I did. I won it the night I took her virginity.”
Robbie flashes me a shit-eating grin.

“Isis
was your first?” I ask in confusion. I remember Auggie proudly announcing that he took two Prynne’s innocence.

“Girl-
yeah… Auggie and I took turns taking each other’s virginity. Don’t freak out on me, Willow. It wasn’t about sex. It was about power and control. Giving someone your innocence is taken for granted- it’s forever and you can’t get it back once it’s gone. It should be an honor, not something you throw away on someone unworthy. We agreed that the three of us would be each other’s first. Isis made us promise to wait for her to turn sixteen. On her birthday, we had a contest. I won. I made love to Isis, and then Auggie fucked her when I was done. They still didn’t get along, but she wanted to be his first girl. But Isis has been fucking me in more ways than one since that night. I almost wish I hadn’t won her ribbon.”

“What was the contest?
” I excitedly ask. Isis would’ve been creative.

“Not on your fucking life,” Robbie
denies me. I scowl at him and think about throwing an epic shit-fit.

“I
’ll ask Auggie,” I smugly taunt.

“You do know Auggie
, right? My secret is secure.” Robbie manages smug better than me.

“I’ll ask Isis. I hear I’m dating her nephew. I know how aunts operate. I have a niece and a nephew
, after all.” Robbie’s eye bulge out, and right then, I know she’d tell me if I asked.

I
manically laugh as I leave the attic. I’m a coward when it comes to that scary bitch. No way in hell would I ask Isis for her secrets. But Robbie doesn’t know that. 

~
Chapter Twenty-Two~

“Happy Birthday,” I sing as I enter the Prynne’s house. It feels good to walk through the door. Before when I lived here
, it felt wrong. Now it feels right to come home. I think it’s because I feel good inside my own skin. I don’t feel the guilt of acting like a little bitch and not having a direction in life.

I grab Seth and lay a
loud smacker on his lips. He freaks out on me and I giggle. I yank Seth back and do what he did to me for years: I press our lips together and blow a huge amount of breath into his mouth until his chipmunk cheeks fill out. He turns bright red and laughs.

“Payback’
s a bitch.” I say from experience.

“Yeah, well
, so is the fact that the only girl I’ve kissed is my aunt,” Seth grumbles.

“Not true. You used to pucker up for all the ladies. Hell, you were so adorable that you’d kiss girl
s on the street.” I tease him.

“Nah-uh,” Seth
protests in horror. He still looks like a little boy with his messy brown hair and big, brown eyes. He’s my male counterpart. I guess I can see why Auggie thinks I’m adorable, too.

“I’m not kidding, Seth. But it only counts when you finally kiss a girl you like. Let’s pretend you haven’t kissed Violet a billion times
, either.” I make a gagging sound. “Where is the violent birthday girl?”

“Twin,” Seth
huskily yells. His voice is starting to change, and creepily, it sounds exactly like mine. I know he isn’t a smoker, so it must be genetics. I ignore the fact that it’s Sam’s voice- the one I hold deep in my memories.

Being fourteen agrees with my niece. Three years out of puberty and she looks like a full-grown woman. I haven’t seen her in a few weeks because I’ve been so busy, but I swear she gained another ten pounds of woman since then. The twins’ dad, Sam, was m
odel-worthy, and Clover has these crystal-clear, blue eyes that draw you in and never let you go. The combination of Clover and Sam is incredible, but Violet looks more like her dad. I loved Sam like a father, and I miss him so fucking much that I have a void in my heart. I think that’s why I can’t look at Violet, because she looks exactly like him. Violet is stunning, and I’ll never admit it out loud.

“Hi, birthday girl,” I
nicely say. I kiss Violet on the cheek and she freezes in shock. “You and I don’t have to like each other and we can’t kill each other, but I love you, anyway.”

Those vibrant eyes fill with tears and I quickly look away. I don’t want to get emotional. I found out that as you do manual labor the only thing your mind does is think. I’ve thought and thought and analyzed myself for thousands of hours. Violet has been on my mi
nd. I know I’ve been mean to Violet because she was her Daddy’s girl and I wasn’t. Sam treated me exactly like Violet. But Sam was Violet’s dad, not mine. So I took Violet’s twin brother away in retaliation. It doesn’t take a psychologist to figure out that my bad behavior started with Sam’s illness and subsequent death. It sickens me that I took advantage of our time of mourning. I can’t change the past. I can’t change the fact that I’ve addicted myself to drugs and alcohol. But I can change how I treat Sam’s real daughter and his widow. Even gone, I want Sam to be proud of me. Until recently, Sam’s had nothing to be proud of when it comes to me.

“Will you guys take a walk with me before everyone arrives?”

I take the usual route Seth and I walk. The old bridge is about a mile from our street. We like to walk along the shore of the river and collect rocks and interesting stuff that washed up. Violet hasn’t joined us in years and I’m glad she’s with us for once.

Seth chatters away
, telling me stuff that I already know since I’ve seen him every day. I don’t mind listening again, since I know it’s not for my benefit. Seth and Violet haven’t been around each other much since Weston became his best buddy. Jealousy is a real bitch. I smile as the twins bond over their conversation. You can’t not talk to Seth. It’s just not gonna happen.

I sit on the shore and sort through rocks
, waiting for a break in their conversation. I pass the unique ones to Seth and the pretty ones to Violet. I thought she’d be mean and throw them into the river like she did the last time we took a walk. Last time, I got into a fight with Violet so she took our pile of rocks and tossed them into the river. We didn’t invite Violet after that. This time, she inspects them with a slight smile on her face.

“Originally
, I was going to ask this of Seth because he’s the man of your house, but I realized that was foolish and antiquated.” I receive identical looks of disbelief over my vocabulary. If you didn’t know they shared a womb, that look would clue you in. “I’ve been studying,” I defend. “Anyway, your mom is unhappy and grumpy. Clover’s a grown woman and she has needs.”

“Gross,” Violet hisses. “Ew
w,” Seth makes a puking sound.

“Yeah, it turns my stomach, too. But it doesn’t change anything. I miss your dad something fierce, but it’s been
almost five years and your mom has to be lonely. I need your permission to send a guy her way.”

Neither of them look pleased. I see their wheels spinning and I smile because I finally feel like an adult. It doesn’t get more adult than this. I’m asking my niece and nephew for permi
ssion to allow my sister to get laid.

“Look, we are
bad…very, very bad to her. Clover’s hard to deal with and controlling and borderline insane, but let’s make someone else deal with her. A happy Clover would be nice to be around. I need some cooking lessons and I don’t want to do that with a frustrated Clover. Ya following me here, kids? Don’t make me say it out loud.”