Chapter 46 - 46

Sunday morning was a lot calmer despite a restless night's sleep after being unable to get a hold of Lizzie the night before to find out what she and my mother had been talking about. Apparently, the night at the club had lasted well into the morning hours because she never called me back no matter what time I had tried to call her.

"Ah, come on, Mia," Lizzie whined.

Apparently, nine a.m. was still too early for her.

"What have you been talking to my mom about? Does she know about me?" I said sitting hard on the kitchen table chair.

"Yes, but don't worry she actually was wondering when you'd find your kink. Apparently, it runs in the family. Did you know Aunt Ruth wouldn't do anything with Uncle Martin unless she was covered in whipped cream?" "Oh God, not Aunt Ruthie and Uncle Martin! And my parents!" I practically shouted at her over the line.

I was as horrified now as I was when I first learned what sex was and that my parents did it.

"What, Mia? Did you actually think that your parents never had sex?"Lizzie asked.

"No! They can have sex! Only normal boring sex! Old people sex, Lizzie. Not anything...so... so...," I broke off at a loss for words, so I just waved my hands in the air trying to find something that was not so naughty.

"Kinky?"Lizzie supplied and I could hear the laughter in her voice.

"Yes!"I cried.

"Mia, that's just biased. Just because your parents are older doesn't mean they need to stop having fun. They have been doing this longer than even me so you're actually stepping on their groove," she said.

"Oh god!"I groaned.

Lizzie just laughed. "Hey, it's okay. They only really do it in the bedroom and if they feel the need to go out to the clubs theirs is far away so there is no way we will be running into them," she explained way too rationally.

I tried hard to hold on to my anger. Although in the end, it was of no use. She was right and I had to just learn to live with it.

"That's good at least," I said slowly.

I was still more than a little overwhelmed by the fact my parents and I somehow managed to end up with the same kink. When I said as much to Lizzie she just snorted.

"Don't be, it's actually not uncommon. You see most of the people that I have met that are into this sort of thing, grew up with it. If you look back really hard, you'll see that you did too. It was probably subtler than most, but it was definitely there. I saw it in the short time I lived with you guys. Maybe that's why you felt so drawn to it, hon.”

I was silent as I tried to comprehend what she was saying. I felt as if my mind was going to explode as random memories came to my head one right after another and I saw what she meant. At the times they seemed natural and now I saw them for what they really were. My parents were in a committed D/s (Dom/sub) relationship, and it was one of the reasons why they had worked together so well. My mother was a sub and my father her Master.

"Mia, I understand this is hard for you and I'd love to mesh it out piece by piece. But can I have a cup of coffee first? Then, we can delve into your subconscious," she begged with a bit of a whimper.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry for bothering you so early and honestly, it's fine. I can handle this I just need a little time," I said trying to sound as happy as I could, "Who knows this will probably turn out to be a good thing.”

"True, your mother is a wealth of information, especially when it comes to punishments. Apparently, she's had a few."

Memories flashed through my head of my mother walking around slowly or sitting down gently and the reasons now were clear.

"Okay, and that's my cue to go. Love you and bye."

"Love you, too," she said although I could hear her evil laughter before we hung up.

I sat for a moment longer as my head categorized bits and pieces of memories. Memories that I had never given a second thought to yet now it was crystal clear what was going on between them.

I wandered around my house for a while seeing but not really seeing and finally gave up when I went into my bathroom for the third time looking for something and not remembering what the heck it was.

Getting myself a cup of coffee then I went and sat on the porch for a while just watching the busy street.

When sitting became too much for me, I went for a walk. I ended up crossing street after street until I came across a park I'd never known about. This secret place held a little bench that looked like a perfect place for me to just sit and people watch. I did my best to clear my mind of the thoughts that had seemed to have piled up. These last few weeks had been crazy, insane, life-altering in so many ways it was hard to keep track.

Nothing was as it seemed anymore and it was leaving me feeling more out of control than ever. I needed to get my head on straight by Monday or else I would never make it through the week. At least not on the emotional roller coaster that Reed had me riding on. I found myself wondering if I was going to be able to do what he was asking me to do. According to him, the only thing I was sharing with his wife was his time. He had told me in no uncertain terms that he was not sleeping with her, and that he was definitely not in love with her. Now I found myself wondering if that was really true or not. I hadn't seen or heard from him since he left work on Friday, and I didn't know how to take that.

My phone went off and I pulled it out of my pocket fully expecting to see Lizzie on it.

-Missing you, little sub- Reed had texted

I sat there holding the phone and reading and rereading the message. Not really sure what to do with that bit of information especially after what had been running through my head for the last 24 hours.

-Miss you, too, Master-

I finally wrote back opting for the truth and left the ball in his court as my mother had suggested.

I stayed where I was until the sky darkened and I realized I'd wasted a whole day away. I wouldn't admit it to myself, but I was feeling a little disappointed that he hadn't contacted me back. I wasn't going to feel jealous that his 'estranged' wife had probably demanded his time once again.. So, I got up and made my way back home, mentally ticking off the things I'd need for work in the morning, and tried hard not to dwell on things right now.