I’m exhausted. Staying in bed with her is tempting as fuck, but this is day one of our Dom-sub relationship. I don’t want to send mixed messages to Emma Lia and cause confusion right off thebat.
“Don’t have time to nap. I have calls to make since I’m not going in to worktoday.”
“I made youcome.”
“You certainlydid.”
“I’m owed a keypull.”
As if she needs to remind me. “You are. Would you like to get up and do it now or after you’venapped?”
“Hmm… I’m so tired. I don’t think that I can get up and do it rightnow.”
I’m elated that she isn’t jumping out of bed and racing to the box. I’m even more hopeful that I’ll be able to keep her long enough to mold her into what I want, and then she’ll choose to stay of her ownaccord.
I lightly smack the fleshy part of her hip. “Rest, bebelle. I’ll come back in a couple ofhours.”
* * *
I allowedEmma Lia to sleep longer than two hours. I could say that I got caught up with calls for work and time got away from me, but that would be a lie. I went into her room a little after noon with the intention of waking her, but I couldn’t do it when I noticed how angelic shelooked.
Dark hair splayed on the pillow beneath her head. Ivory skin against the white sheets. One of her rosy nipples peeking out from beneath the sheet covering her body. I just wanted to enjoy looking at her sleeping figure for a little while… just in case she happened to be the luckiest person in the world and pulled the right key on her firsttry.
One minute of standing over her turned into an hour of my sitting in the chair in the corner of the room watching her. And I’ve postponed her pulling a key for longenough.
I place my hand against her upper arm and glide it up and down her silky, smooth skin. “Bebelle.”
She stirs lightly, her baby blues peeking through narrow slits. And then those slightly parted lips widen, turning up on the outer edges, and a pair of dimples make an appearance. I can’t remember ever being the one to bring that kind of smile to a woman’s face. “Hey,you.”
Hey, you.I’ve also never had a submissive that would say anything so casual, even when I allowed her to be at ease. The conversations I’ve shared with them have been stiff and formal. But I find that I don’t mind the relaxed nature I have with Emma Lia outside of a scene, even when we’re in thebedroom.
“Do you feelrested?”
“I do.” She twists and stretches to see the clock. “And I should. It’s a quarter after one. Why didn’t you wake mealready?”
“I hated to; you were sleeping sosoundly.”
“Does sleeping soundly mean that I was snoringagain?”
“Just a little heavybreathing.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
She pulls the sheet up to cover her exposed nipple when she notices my staring. “I need to shower if we’re goingout.”
“You’ve alreadyshowered.”
“True, but I smell like sexnow.”
“I happen to like the way you smell after I’ve fucked you.” The mixture of our body fluids is a divinescent.
“You like it when I smellfunky?”
“You don’t smell funky. You smell well fucked, and I like it. I also take pleasure in knowing that you’re walking around with my cum still inside you. Noshower.”
“You’re awfully bossy for a man who might not even be my Dom anymore after I pull thatkey.”
Now that just pisses me off. “IamyourDom.”
