Not What You'd Call Normal

Mike opened the door, his eyes studying Zack and his things.
"What are you doing bitch?"
He liked fucking with people, he knew good and damn well what he was doing.

Zack's brow furrowed.
"Um, didn't you tell me to come over, Master?" He whispered the last word in case anyone was listening.

"I don't remember."
This amused his greatly, he wondered what Zack would do.

"Oh... well do you want me to go back to my room?" Zack blushed nervously. He was positive Mike had told him to come over...

Mike shrugged, leaning against the door.
"You want to stay with your master?"

"If I am allowed, then yes please, Master." Zack nodded quietly.

"Why should I let you share a room with me?" Mike asked, an amused smirk on his lips.

Zack shrugged.
"Because I'm your bitch... and if we had a room alone together you would get more opportunities to do whatever you want with me." He guessed.

Mike grinned, that had been what he was looking for. And plus, Zack knew his place and knew what he was.

"May I come in Master?" Zack asked. His bags were heavy.

Mike moved, giving Zack room to walk in.
Mike had two beds, he was not sleeping with Zack in the same bed. He pointed to the one closest to the door.
"That's yours."

Zack nodded. He frowned when he turned away. He was foolish for thinking Mike would sleep with him in the same bed. He sat his things on the floor beside the bed and sat on the edge of it, not knowing if he had to ask before sitting.

Mike didn't give a damn. He simply popped his neck and gather his clothes before going to shower. thirty minutes later he emerged, his skin radiation the heat from the water, his hair wet and dripping water down onto his chest and back, a towel clung loosely around his waist. He simple went to his suit case and changed into a simple pair of silk boxers and velvet sleeping pants.

Zack stared at first, then quickly looked away. He had been lying on his bed, but he hadn't gone to sleep yet. He didn't know if Mike wanted him awake or asleep.

Mike plopped down on his bed. He was not in the mood for sex, and he didnt give a fuck what Zack did as long as it didnt irritate him.

When Mike said nothing, Zack figured he was allowed to sleep. He rolled over in his bed so his face was in the pillow and soon, he was sound asleep.

Mike was not asleep until almost two hours later. He just stared at the ceiling until sleep took over.
What was in store for him and his bitch?

Zack was thinking about this too. He was excited though. Anything he got to do with Mike, his master, was good by him.