Do You Want to Play with Me?
We were coming down to the wire. Edward had yet to tell me for sure whether or not I was going to be his new submissive and it was wreaking havoc on my nerves. My concentration was shot and I was losing focus of everything that was going on around me.
My mind played back to the last session we had. It was the first time I had been permitted to touch him, and while I hadn’t actually done anything really, other than giving him a blowjob, it was still one of the best sexual encounters I’d ever had.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I could still feel the way the padded horse felt beneath my naked flesh. When I closed my eyes, I could hear the sound of our breathing. The smell of our combined arousal lingered in my nostrils. But even more than all of that, I could still feel the sensations of having the flogger strike my bare bottom. Thinking about it was making me wet. In fact, I was wetter now than I had been on Tuesday. It was hard to imagine that it had only been two days.
I knew we were going to have another session tonight, which Edward had told me. He had not, however, told me what it was he wanted to talk to me about. All he would say was that he had a proposition for me. I was giddy with excitement. Maybe tonight was going to be the night. Maybe he was going to present me with a collar. Surely if he was going to proposition me that meant that he wanted me, right?
I was starting to worry though if I had jumped the gun. Tomorrow was Friday and it would mark my last day here at the library. Indefinitely. It was terrifying. My entire adult life I had jobs that were around books and now I would be thrusting myself into the unknown. Was I really prepared? The image of Edward flashing through my brain told me that yes, I was prepared. I would do anything for Edward. Whether he knew it or not, he owned me, mind, body, and soul.
I didn’t want to think too much further into it though. I was afraid that if I harped on it, I would find myself falling in love with Edward. That could prove to be disastrous. For both of us. I was sure he wasn’t interested in a relationship like that, why would he be? He had been in this lifestyle for far too long to let someone like me take him away from it. Not to mention that he had been exposed to dozens of beautiful submissives over the years that would have killed to belong to him. Permanently or not. Why would he pick me over all of them? It was maddening, so I didn’t dwell. I just enjoyed what time we did have together.
At four o’clock I clocked out and made my way back to my apartment. It was mostly packed up, waiting for the word from Edward. Maybe that too would be brought up tonight. I wasn’t going to broach the subject though, it wasn’t my place. The message light on my phone told me that I had a new voicemail, so I found my cordless and dialed in to collect them. There were two from my mom, wondering why she hadn’t heard from me in awhile. The second amused me, especially when she threatened to call in the National Guard if I didn’t return her call and let her know I was safe.
There was a message from Alice and Rosalie, telling me to call them after tonight and let them know how everything had gone. Not only had they been amazingly receptive of Edward and the new lifestyle I was choosing, but they were enthralled by it. They wanted me to talk about it to them as much as possible. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said they were living vicariously through me, but they were both much too content with their current situations for that idea to stick. The reality was that my friends just loved me and were interested in what happened in my life.
The last message was from Edward. It had been left mere minutes before I walked in the door. I was a little upset that I hadn’t been there to talk to him, but his smooth baritone voice flowing through the phone quickly washed away my irritation.
“Isabella, this is Edward. I was calling to let you know that something came up here at the hospital and I’ll be detained longer than I had anticipated. Our session will need to be pushed back from 6:00 to 8:00 . You will have to make dinner arrangements for yourself, I’m sorry to say. And I apologize for the late notice but I only found out about this emergency meeting moments ago. I hope this message finds you well and I look forward to seeing you at 8:00 this evening. Take care of yourself Isabella.”
Like some silly love-struck teenager, I played the message back several times before saving it. There really was no need to save the message, there was no pertinent information that I would need to keep for a later date, but it was the longest message he had ever left me. That meant that if I called to listen to it, I was able to hear his voice, uninterrupted. I sighed and disconnected before calling Alice and Rosalie to see if they had any plans for dinner.
Rose picked up on the first ring and I could hear the smile in her voice. “What’s up Bella? You nervous about tonight?” All of my friends knew that tonight was the night. Judgment Night. I would find out, one way or the other, what my future held. My stomach was fluttering.
“Of course I’m nervous. Who wouldn’t be? Anyway, Edward got held up in a meeting and our session has been pushed back to 8:00 . Do you and Alice want to meet me for dinner?” I hoped I didn’t have to beg. I really needed the support only my friends could offer me for tonight.
“And miss the opportunity for pep talks? No way! I’ll rally the troops, we’ll dine in. Get your ass over here.” Then I heard the dial tone. That was a lot easier than I thought it would be, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. We had always been there for each other whenever the need arose. It was one of the things that made us so close.
When I got to Alice
“There’s our girl! What’s shakin’ Bells?” Then he smacked my ass and winked at me. He lowered his voice in a conspiratorial whisper, “I know you like to get spanked.” He winked at me and stepped out of the way.
I was kind of lost for words. How do you respond to something like that? Uh, yeah Emmett, it’s actually a fetish of mine. But could you please flog me instead? The harder the better. Somehow that didn’t seem like the appropriate response. Instead I just laughed and smiled at him. “Not much Em, just a little antsy about tonight.”
Jasper came up behind me and put his arm around my shoulder, “What’s there to worry about, kid? I’m sure if he wasn’t interested he would have told you a long time ago instead of dragging it out the whole three weeks.”
“Not only that, but I see the way he looks at you. There’s no way he’s going to let you go, Bells.” Emmett’s words made my heart flutter. How did Edward look at me? Before I got a chance to think about it much further, Alice and Rosalie swooped in and announced that dinner was ready.
It felt a little weird not having Edward there with the group. I wondered if that meant we had spent too much time together. I missed him when we weren’t together, and I looked forward to the times that we were. Times like tonight, when he had other plans, I ached to be near him. We didn’t even have to be having a session; I just wanted to be in his presence.
Conversation and laughter abounded and there was never a dull moment. All too soon, dinner was over and I had 45 minutes before I had to leave. Nothing more about my session tonight had been brought up, by anyone, and my nerves were strung tight once more. No matter what everyone had said, I still worried that Edward wouldn’t want me. That tonight he would tell me he had made a mistake and that he could no longer take me on as his sub.
Tears welled up in my eyes and a few spilled over. I couldn’t stop them anymore than I could stop the ebb and flow of the ocean. Without a word, I was led to the living room and surrounded by the people I loved most. I was sitting on the couch with Alice on the floor in front of me and Rose at my side. Jasper sat on the other side of me and Emmett was leaning over the back of the couch with his head between Rose and me.
“You shouldn’t worry so much Bella; everything is going to be fine.” Alice
Rose was stroking my hair as I rocked back and forth with my tears. “She’s right Bella. It will all work out for the best. Trust us.”
“But what am I going to do if he doesn’t want me?” My voice was small, like a frightened child’s.
“First, I told you there’s no way he doesn’t want you. Second, if he doesn’t, then fuck him. And third, we can always find you a new Dom if it doesn’t work out with Edward.” Emmett was never one to mince words. He had a habit of saying exactly what was on his mind. I couldn’t help but love him for it.
“Are you sure?” The question encompassed all of their responses.
“Of course we are. That’s what friends are for.” Jasper was so understanding of people’s emotions and needs. “If this is the life you want, we’ll do our best to make it happen for you.”
And like that, all my fears and worries were washed away. They were all right; it would work out in the end. If it wasn’t with Edward, I could always find a different Dom. Nothing was going to change. I was still going to be a submissive, if it was the last thing I did.
Of course, I hadn’t been able to escape Alice
So in short order, I had my hair and makeup done, and I had been outfitted in yet another dress. I didn’t know why they kept putting me in dresses, especially with my lack of balance. Dresses and falling didn’t mix well, but fortunately for me, I had yet to fall since I had been wearing dresses for Edward.
I made my way to his porch and there were butterflies in my stomach. My hands were wringing together in front of me and I was scared. I pushed all of that aside and rang the doorbell. I was not going to let my nerves get the better of me if this was going to be my last night with Edward. I wondered if he would allow me to make a last request of him if this didn’t work out. I’d have to see how the night went.
When he opened the door, my breath nearly left my body. His hair was disheveled, probably from running his hands through it repeatedly, and he looked fresh and clean. I imagined he had taken a shower after a very long day at work. He smiled at me and stepped aside to let me pass. The clean scent of soap that assailed me as I passed by confirmed my suspicions. It made my knees weak.
“Good evening, Bella. I trust you were able to make other plans for dinner?” His brow rose into his hairline and his crooked grin flashed across his face.
“Yes, thank you. I had dinner with the gang. Everyone says hello, by the way.” I stood in the foyer, at the base of the stairs. There was an electricity in the air tonight, I could tell something was different.
A sad smile graced his lips before he spoke again. “I’m sorry I missed that. You’ll have to give everyone my regards as well.”
It seemed as though he truly meant it. Like he would have preferred to spend his evening with my friends rather than go to his meeting. Not that it was much of a choice. I’m pretty sure anyone would have preferred my friends to a tedious board meeting.
He took a step towards me and ran the back of his hand from my cheek to my jaw. “Why the long face, Bella?”
I stared into his green eyes and could have gone on doing so for an eternity, but I needed to give him an answer. I just didn’t know quite how to voice my concerns. I blinked away the tears that threatened to pool in my eyes and gathered my thoughts. “I was just thinking about how much I am going to miss you if this is our last night together.”
An unknown emotion darkened his eyes before they cleared and he was smiling at me. Before he could say anything else, I rushed on, determined to ask for my boon. “And if it is, that’s okay; I just wanted to know if I could have one thing before we part ways.”
He took a moment to compose his answer before he spoke. “First, what makes you think that this is our last night together?”
My heart sputtered at his words. He wouldn’t word it that way if it was our last night together, would he? “I don’t know… I just… well, we never… and I…” I trailed off, not really sure how to express my nagging fears to him.
“Shhh, Bella. Calm down. Why don’t you tell me what you were going to ask for first and then we’ll come back to that.” He stroked my cheek again and I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent.
Asking Edward for a favor, even a favor like this, was so much easier than clueing him in on my insecurities. I worked up every ounce of courage I had and made my move. I briefly wondered if I could be punished for it, but decided that if this was going to be my only chance, I was going to take it. I wanted this opportunity, even if I wasn’t going to be his sub.
I stepped in closer to him, my movements bold and brash. This was probably going to backfire on me, but I wasn’t his submissive just yet. We weren’t in his office or the playroom yet. Standing here in the foyer, we were essentially equals. “If tonight is going to be my last night with you, then I want it to be a night that I’m with you.” Before he could confuse the meaning of my words, I brushed the straps of my dress down my shoulders and let the dress fall. “If this is the only chance I’m going to get, then I have something I want to give you.”
I stepped out of my dress and stood before him, clad only in a matching bra and panty set. I held my head high. If I was going to go down, I was going to go down swinging. “If all I have to remember you by is this,” I stepped closer to him and pressed my body up against his, “then I want you to have me. To take me and do whatever you want with me.”
His breathing was ragged and his eyes were darkened pools. I wondered if I had gone too far when his nostrils flared. “And what if tonight isn’t going to be your last night with me? Do I still get to have you? To take you? To do whatever I want with you?” His hands grasped my hips firmly and pulled my body into him even further.
My heart was racing and my breaths were shallow. But still, I stood my ground. “Yes. I am yours.”
One hand trailed up the side of my body, brushing my breast in the process. My vision lost focus for a moment before I felt that hand wrap itself in my hair, drawing my head back to expose my throat. He leaned forward and ran his nose along my jaw line, all the way up to my ear. I was a quivering mess of need, and I really needed this. Three weeks of assessments. Three weeks of testing me. Three weeks of foreplay with no penetration. Three weeks of torture. It all boiled down to this moment.
Without saying a word, Edward grabbed me up in his arms and made his way up the stairs to his playroom. He set me down upon entering the room and backed away from me slowly. “I didn’t plan on this happening quite like this, but I’ll be damned if I’ll pass up what was offered to me so freely.”
We were now in his domain. He was the Master here, but did I treat him as such? We hadn’t spoken of our arrangement yet and I didn’t want to be presumptuous. So I stopped thinking and went by instinct only. I spread my legs out shoulder width and clasped my hands behind my head. My gaze was trained on the floor as I took on a subservient role.
He walked around me, taking me in from every angle before he spoke again. “Are you sure this is what you want? This is the only chance I’ll give you to back out.”
I didn’t need to think about it. I was certain. “Yes, Sir.”
I heard a sharp intake of breath before his words rocked me. “Come over here, to me.” His voice was deeper and had a commanding note to it. I didn’t need to have experienced it before to know that he was now the Master.
I made my way over on shaky legs and stood before him, waiting for his next command. There was nothing he could ask that I wouldn’t grant. I hadn’t lied when I said I was his.
He walked around so he stood behind me and he gathered my hair in one hand, sweeping it over my shoulder. I could feel his breath at my ear before he spoke, “You are mine now, Isabella. Now I plan to show you what I am going to do with you.”
I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through my body. I didn’t want to. I wanted him to know the effect he had on me. But I didn’t speak, I hadn’t been given permission yet, and I wanted to make him proud.
His hand made quick work of my undergarments and I was standing before him, nude. I had no shame though, nothing between Edward and I could ever be shameful to me. Much like our first session, he brushed his hands over my body without really touching me. I wondered briefly what exactly it was about him that called to me so, but none of that really mattered. What mattered was this, here and now.
He went to a nearby cabinet to withdraw some items. I didn’t know what they were, nor did I care. Once he had what he needed, he went to a table near the center of the room. This wasn’t an ordinary table though, this table had rings all the way around it, I was assuming to secure a submissive to. I stood as still as possible and let the cool air flow around me. I was impossibly aroused and my nipples puckered up under the frigid air.
After what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke to me. “Isabella, come to me.” Without hesitation, I made my way to the table. Inside, I was a quivering mess. I wanted to jump up and down and scream from the rooftops. Edward wanted me. Even if it was just for my body and what I would offer him, the fact remained that he wanted me. I would make it enough.
I stood before him, outwardly composed, and waited for my next instruction. He didn’t speak. Instead, he walked behind me and placed a black scarf over my eyes. Having been blindfolded by him in the recent past, I didn’t flinch or move a muscle. I stood there and allowed him to take my vision from me. Once he was done securing the scarf, he took my hands in his and placed a kiss in each of my palms. “I’m going to help you onto the table since you don’t know the room very well yet.”
Edward was always very vocal with me, explaining to me what he was going to do to me before it was done. I didn’t know if it was to prepare me, or if he just wanted me to be in suspense. Either way, I loved listening to his voice. He led me the few steps to the table and helped me climb on top. The padding cushioned my back and I lay down, waiting for what was coming next.
“Link your fingers together and hold your arms over your head, please.” Immediately my arms moved to comply. I wasn’t sure if I had consciously done it or if my body responded to him on its own. He placed cuffs over each wrist and attached them to a ring at the top of the table.
“Scoot your bottom down until your arms are stretched taut over your head.” As I lifted my hips to move, I felt his hands come to my hips to help guide me. “Now, bend your knees and place your feet flat.” Again, my body responded without any hesitation. I felt restraints being placed on each ankle and heard the snick of more cuffs securing them in place.
Once he was done positioning me I felt him move away. I heard his footsteps around me, but was uncertain of exactly where he was. If I had to guess, I would say he was circling the table, watching me. My chest was rising and falling with my breathing as the short and shallow breaths left my body. Then I felt his lips at my ear once more.
“Do you trust me, Isabella?” His breath tickled my ear and I suppressed a moan.
“Yes,” I answered emphatically. There was no need for him to ask. Had I not trusted him, I wouldn’t have allowed him to put me in this position, but I appreciated it nonetheless.
Nothing more was said as I heard rustling sounds around me. I jolted a bit when I felt him climb on the table with me, not because I was afraid, but because I wasn’t expecting it. His soft chuckle seemed much louder in the quiet of the room. “Easy, my pet. I mean you no harm.”
“I’m not afraid, I was just surprised.” I felt the need to make it clear that I trusted him fully and never entertained the thought that he would hurt me.
I felt him pause and heard him murmur, “Incredible.”
I whimpered in response to his proximity and heard him chuckle softly. “We’re going to play a little game, Isabella. You will not come until I tell you otherwise, do you understand me?”
I nodded my head, trying to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. Master Edward was extremely erotic and the thought of him alone was nearly enough to send me over the edge. The fact that we were both naked and he had me bound and blindfolded only increased the sexual tension. Tonight I would finally know what it was like to be taken by Master Edward. I was giddy. “Yes,” I was finally able to manage.
He skimmed his nose over my collarbone and his breathing was heavy in my ear. “The trick to controlling yourself is to try to focus on something other than the pleasure.” His seductive voice was coaching me as it was arousing me. The combination made my head spin.
His hands were running up and down my body, igniting fires everywhere they touched. I could feel the pulse racing through my body and my breathing picked up. His lips followed the trail his fingers had made and the moan tore itself from my mouth. “Shhh, my pet. Focus on something else. Think of the most mundane thing you can think of.” Then his lips continued their journey to the junction between my legs as he shifted himself down the table. I was helpless to do anything but enjoy the onslaught of pleasure. His tongue dragged up the length of my slit and swirled around my clit. I groaned at the contact.
My legs started shaking with the effort to control myself and he pulled away slightly. He flicked my clit roughly and growled into my inner thigh, “Focus on something else.” Then he continued his ministrations. How was I supposed to think of something else when his head was buried in my center. His lips were curled around my clit and his fingers were making quick work of my core.
He gathered the wetness that was leaking out of me and used it to lubricate his fingers. My mind raced through things I could think of, anything but the sweet torture he was providing me with. Anything but the way his fingers felt inside me, tapping against my sweet spot. His other hand snaked up my body and began rolling my nipple, gently. My skin was getting hot and I was afraid I was losing myself.
I still couldn’t come up with anything and the pressure was growing. As if sensing my struggle, he eased back until he was no longer touching me. His hand came up to stroke my face and brush my hair back. “It’s okay, love. Everything is okay.” He was encouraging me as he pleasured me. Reassuring me that I was doing fine. My body relaxed immediately.
I felt him stretch out above me and knew he was hovering over me. His gaze burned down my body and I darted my tongue out to lick my lips. He groaned in response and I felt his breath at my ear once more. “Let’s bump the pleasure up a notch and see if you can still maintain control.” I then understood that I was being challenged. No matter how the situation started, Edward is and always would be a Dom.
His knees came down to rest on the outside of my hips and he was straddling me. He took both breasts in his hand and began rolling my nipples together. He leaned down and took the left one in his mouth while he continued to play with the right one. The other hand came up to softly stroke my cheek and run gentle fingers over my blindfold.
His shifted his mouth to the other nipple, causing that one to pebble under his ministrations as well. I was gasping and writhing on the table, desperate for more friction on my overheated sex. Then he drew back and I felt something cold against my nipple. This time I gasped in surprise and heard him chuckle again. He leaned down and whispered against my lips, “Nipple clamps.” Memories of the previous pleasure they had brought me caused the wetness and ache between my legs to increase. My clit was throbbing and I could feel the arousal leaking out of me.
The vibrating started almost immediately after he had me clamped up. A low moan sounded and I wiggled again. He settled himself down on top of me again and brought his mouth to my ear. His breath across my skin and the deepness of his voice would never get old. His words were nearly lost. “Remember your concentration.” Then he placed his tip at my entrance and slowly pushed forward.
Both of our groans mirrored each other as he paused to let me adjust to his girth. Once he was sure I was fine he started inching into me slowly. I was having trouble concentrating on anything but the pleasure but his words echoed through my brain. Remember your concentration. I tried to block everything out and a silly song from my childhood popped into my head.
Fifty, nifty united states from thirteen original colonies,
Fifty, nifty stars on the flag that billows so beautifully in the breeze.
I continued to sing the song in my head as Edward slowly but surely worked his magic over my entire body. As much as I was trying, it was impossible to keep myself from having any reaction to him. My mewling and panting surely gave away my arousal, but I had yet to come. I got to the part in the song where you start naming the states.
Edward was licking and nibbling at every inch of my skin he could reach, his hands roaming freely over my exposed body.
He was growling softly in my ear, praising my body and my control. I bucked my hips up into him as much as I could, struggling against the restraints holding me down.
His hands were everywhere, caressing and groping. His teeth nipped at my neck and his breathing was shallow. I knew we were both on the cusp but neither of us wanted to tumble over to the other side yet.
I was moaning and thrashing about, trying to hold off my orgasm. Nothing had prepared me for the pleasure of feeling Edward deep inside of me though. Feeling him sliding in and out, the incredible friction it allowed was amazing. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Edward hand crept down to my pussy and his deft fingers quickly found my aching bud. His hoarse voice crooned in my ear, “Now, Isabella,” as he flicked my clit. The rest of the song fell out of my head as the orgasm consumed me. All thought and reasoning fled leaving me with nothing left but raw emotion. The scream tore itself out of me and it was his name that tore through my lips as our breaths panted in and out, fanning over each other’s faces.
I couldn’t speak. Words could not form at that moment. All I could do was feel; Edward’s body pressed up against mine, his breath racing over my skin, his lips resting on my throat, his hands anchored on my hips, but most importantly, his cock still pulsing slightly inside of me. I wouldn’t have moved if I had been able. I was in heaven here, pinned underneath Edward.
I felt him stir and moaned at the loss of contact. His breath tickled the side of my face and I felt his lips brush over my cheek. I instinctively turned my head and his lips grazed mine, ever so softly. I purred in contentment.
I felt him releasing me from my restraints, but the cloud of bliss was still hanging heavy over me. Everything was foggy and dull as I felt the euphoria of great sex settle over me. He could have left me strapped here all night and I would have been happy. Instead, he released me and rolled me over onto my stomach. Once again he climbed up onto the table and straddled me, but this time he was straddling my buttocks, and for an entirely different reason than sexy times.
I felt something warm being poured onto my back and purred once more. His magical hands gathered the liquid pooling on my back and began to massage it into my stiff limbs. All the while he murmured praises to me, telling me how wonderfully I’d done, how he’d never had a sub as responsive to his touch as I was, how he was amazed at the level of control I’d been able to display, and how proud he was of me. I melted under his tender care and drifted off into contented sleep.
I felt the ground tip away from me and could feel myself being cocooned in a warm embrace. My brain was still too tired to catch up with what was going on. In my half-dreams I opened my eyes and saw Edward’s chiseled jaw. He was carrying me through the house. I reached up and stroked his cheek and whispered into his neck, “My Edward. All mine,” before dozing off once more.
I could hear the sound of water running in the background. In the forefront, I could hear music. Lovely music was filtering through the room and washing over me. The piano was lovely and the strings were weeping, the chords and melodies they created brought tears to my eyes. I raised myself up on my elbows and noticed I was lying in my bed at Edward’s house. I could hear noises beyond the bathroom door and wondered what Edward was doing in there. Slowly, I got to my feet and made my way over to the bathroom.
Edward was sitting on the lip of the tub with a pair of black jogging pants on. His chest was bare and I could see each ripple of muscle as he leaned over to check the temperature of the water. He poured some kind of bubble bath into the water and the scent of strawberries engulfed me. I let out a low hum of appreciation over the scent and the sight causing him to whip his head around in my direction. That damnable crooked grin of his made my wobbly legs snap straight.
“How are you feeling?” His voice had an ethereal quality to it as it bounced off the tiles in the room. It sounded so heavenly and divine.
“I’m feeling wonderfully loose and relaxed. How about you?” I smiled at him in return but he only watched me for a moment.
His green eyes twinkled when he answered me. “I’m feeling wonderfully loose and relaxed as well.” Then he shut the water off and gestured me forward. As I stepped into the bathroom and caught sight of myself, my whole body flushed red. I hadn’t even noticed that I was still stark naked.
He laughed and rose to walk over to me. His hand cupped my chin and lifted my face so that I was looking in his eyes. “So shy after everything we’ve already been through together? How charming…” then he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. “I massaged your shoulders and back before bringing you down here. A hot bath should help to soothe any other aches you might have.”
He led me over to the tub and helped me step inside. The heat of the water on my bare skin made me hiss at the contact but then a moan of ecstasy overpowered it. I gingerly lowered myself in and leaned back. When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t prepared to see Edward sitting beside me. I had assumed he would go after he was sure I was safely seated.
Instead, he leaned forward with a loofah and began brushing it over my shoulders. I had never been tended to before like this and it was a wonderful change in pace. This was another thing to add to the list of things I could get used to.
I noticed for the first time that I could hear the music in here too. I looked around and noticed the tiny speakers in the corners above the sink. It was still the same serene melody that I had heard upon waking. I closed my eyes and let the music take me away.
When Edward was done bathing me, which was one of the most sensual experiences I had ever had, he helped me to my feet and took two big towels in his hands. He sat on the edge of the tub and gestured me toward him again. I stepped between his legs without hesitation and without an ounce of shyness. He was right, we had already been through so much together, and there was no longer any room for shyness.
With aching slowness and tenderness he brushed the first towel over my body, catching ever drop of water that lingered. His touch was so warm and gentle that I couldn’t help but close my eyes to enjoy it all the more. I was learning quickly how pleasure was extremely enhanced when I couldn’t see anything. In fact, all of my other senses were enhanced making the entire ordeal that much more pleasant.
I opened my eyes and looked down at him as he dried me, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Your skin is beautiful,” he told me. “Even with the little knicks and scars, you have a lovely shade of alabaster skin.” He wrapped the towel around me and knotted it above my breasts. He stroked my collarbone with the back of his fingers before leaning in to breathe in my scent. “So soft, so fragrant.”
He took the other towel in his hand as he stood. He led me into my room and had me sit at the vanity. I stared at his reflection in the mirror as he dried my hair. This was such a different side to him. I had seen him in his dominant role in the sessions we had already had, and I had seen him in a protective role when James had approached us at the party, but now I was seeing the softer side of Master Edward. There was no doubt in my mind that he was still every inch the Master at this moment, but I had never expected this level of care and tenderness.
His hands were reverent as he continued to dry my hair, one little section at a time. When he was finished, he took a brush from the vanity in front of me and began to leisurely drag it through my long tresses. I could feel the arousal building within me again, but this wasn’t the same as the raw sexual need he seemed to draw from me. This was more of a languid awakening of the senses.
His dark eyes met mine in the mirror as he leaned forward to set the brush back down. I could see the desire in his eyes and my chest started to rise and fall in tempo with my breathing. His eyes dropped to the knot of my towel before making their way up my chest, across my neck, and over my face before finally settling on my eyes once more.
“There are some things I need to speak with you about. Your robe is in the armoire, please make use of it or of any of the other loungewear in the drawers, and meet me in my office.” His eyes dropped to my lips before coming back to my eyes. He inhaled softly before leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of my head. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
When he left the room, I sat there dumbfounded and continued to stare at myself in the mirror. What the hell was that all about? I shook it off and rose to grab the robe. I felt more comfortable in my own skin since I met Edward than I ever had before. The cool feel of the satin against my naked flesh was welcome. I breathed in the scent of the expensive robe before knotting the belt. I hung the towels back in the bathroom and left my room to make my way down the stairs.
When I entered the library, I noticed that he wasn’t behind his desk. Thinking perhaps I had beat him down here, I turned to leave the room before noticing him sitting off to the side, watching me. My nervous hands gripped the belt and began twisting it between my fingers. I stood as still as possible, waiting for him to speak first.
Several moments passed before he finally cleared his throat. “Please join me, love. There are some things we need to discuss.” My stomach was flopping around wildly. I was scared of what was coming next.
I slowly made my way over to sit in the chair opposite Edward. The belt of the robe was still clasped tightly in my hands. I was suddenly too nervous to made eye contact, too worried about what we were going to talk about.
“Isabella, please look at me.” I hesitantly raised my gaze and met his piercing stare. “I’d like to talk to you about our arrangement,” he said, once I was finally looking at him.
I didn’t exactly know what to say but I felt like he was waiting for me to speak. “Okay,” I mumbled.
“What are your feelings on becoming a submissive since you started your assessment with me?”
His question threw me off guard. I wasn’t expecting him to ask a question like that. Was he really that interested in my opinion? “In the past three weeks I have received more pleasure than I had in all the years previous. I am going to be a submissive.” The words were said with conviction, making it clear I was determined.
“Interesting.” He leaned back and looked me over. “And how would you feel about continuing your training with me?”
If everything wasn’t so sexually charged it would almost feel like a job offer after an interview. I nearly giggled at the silliness of my thoughts. “You mean you still want me? Even after what happened earlier?” I still wasn’t sure if I had broken protocol or not. The thoughts were maddening.
“Isabella,” he chuckled at me. “Something tells me that you aren’t the kind of girl who normally offers herself up that way. My responsibility to you as a Dom is to break you out of your shell and have you experiment with pleasure.” His fingers brushed the inside of my knee and ran up to where the material met at my thigh. I couldn’t suppress the moan. “I’m a man who enjoys pleasure, obviously. While that may not have been the way I initially intended for that to happen, I am not going to complain since it would seem I’m already doing my job.”
“Yes. I would like to continue my training with you.” My eyes were locked on his and I saw them flash. I gulped in response.
“You will address me as Sir when we are in this office, in the playroom, or anywhere else I deem it necessary.” He was the Dom again, his presence overpowering everything else. “The rest of the house in a neutral zone and you may be yourself, is that understood?”
I blinked back the tears forming in my eyes and numbly nodded my head. I was still reeling over the fact that he really wanted me, wanted to train me.
“As I mentioned before, you will be taking over the role of my housekeeper. As such, I will pay you to cook and clean. Sunday will be your day to do as you choose. We will start with sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays with an option for Saturdays as well. We’ll adjust that as the need arises.” He leaned back and eyes me speculatively. “You may begin moving your things in on Sunday. Do you have any questions so far?”
“Sunday? You want me to move in on Sunday?” I was now only left with three days before completely altering my life instead of the three weeks I thought I was going to have. Apparently Edward moved fast.
“I don’t see any point in delaying the matter.” He moved closer and his lips quirked on one side in his signature devilish smirk. “Besides,” his mouth hovered near my neckline, “we need to start working on your control.”
I gasped at the sensation and he smirked again. “Okay.” It was all my jumbled brain could come up with.
He smiled at me once more before taking my hand in his and playing with my fingers. “Now, I need to talk to you about Saturday.”
I remembered vaguely that I was asked to keep that day clear unless I was told otherwise. It looked like I would finally find out why. “Okay.”
“Some friends of mine are having a play party. I’d like to take you and show you off some.” I must have blanched because he quickly went on, “You won’t be required to perform for anyone, nor will you be asked. This is simply another way for you to learn.”
I relaxed visibly. When he put it like that it all made much more sense. It also didn’t make me feel quite as nervous. “What do I need to do?”
He smiled a winning smile and stroked my cheek. “We’re going to make a great team, love.” It wasn’t the first time he had called me some kind of pet name, but it still made me shiver. “Be here at four o’clock on Saturday. We’re having a mini session before we go.”
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