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Shit, should I buy her a collar?
Chapter 5:
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said to her. The look she had before – the one showing her fear – disappeared immediately, but I wasn’t so sure I could really trust it, so I reiterated. “I mean it. I don’t have any intention of hurting you at all. Do you believe me?”
“Yes, Master.”
Huffing out my nose, I sat back in my seat and ran my fingers through my hair. I hadn’t thought about this – not any of this. All I had thought about was getting what I wanted, but there was a lot more to this, and I was more than a little out of my element. But still, ultimately, this was a business deal. Gather the requirements and make it happen. I let my business mind kick in, and started with the basics.
“We need to get you some clothes,” I told her. “And whatever else you are going to need, so we’re going shopping.”
“Yes, Master.”
Okay, that had to stop, at least for now. Not that I didn’t like it, because fucking hell I did.
“No more ‘master’ while we’re inside, got it? When we are in public, you call me Edward.”
“Yes, Master. I will call you Edward.”
“Good girl.” The words seemed to visibly relax her, if only slightly. “Once we have what you need, we’ll go home, all right?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Let’s go.”
As soon as we walked in, I knew I had no idea what-so-ever about what to buy her. My business brain kicked in again – clothes, shoes, toiletries…what else?
Shit, should I buy her a collar?
Taking a deep breath, I pulled her into the first shop I saw that seemed to have a lot of women’s clothing in it. Bella trailed behind me, her hand in mine. I walked with purpose to a rack of dresses, and asked her what she liked. Her wide eyes peered up at me again, and I saw the fear return.
“You want to buy me clothes here?” Her voice was so soft I could hardly hear her, and I was almost certain her eyes were starting to tear up. Before I could respond, a sales woman walked up to us.
“Hello there!” she said with a frighteningly gigantic smile. She addressed Bella. “Why dear, you aren’t even showing yet! How far along are you?”
Oh, holy shit, no.
I’d walked into a maternity shop.
I blithered like an idiot for a few minutes before getting us the hell out of there. I sat us both down by one of those little bubbling fountains full of pennies and ran my hands through my hair. Damn, if this wasn’t going to make me go bald. I’d had far less frustrating deals involving arms to guerillas than dealing with one, young woman in my care.
I had no fucking clue what I was doing.
“I guess I should have read the damn sign over the door, huh?”
I looked over, and saw Bella’s hands were shaking.
“Hey,” I said, and I took one of her hands in mine. I remembered the look on her face when we first walked into the shop, and realized what must have been going through her head. “Shit, I’m sorry – I just didn’t look. I’m not going to…I mean, I don’t plan on…on…”
Fuck.
This really wasn’t going well. Thankfully, there was another clothing store right across from us, full of mannequins wearing trendy jeans and T-shirts.
“Let’s just go over there and get you a few things to get you by, and I’ll find someone to help you get the rest later, okay?”
“Yes, Edward.”
Two pairs of jeans, a couple of vintage-looking T-shirts and a pair of sneakers later, I thought we were ready to go. Then I saw a drug store, and realized I hadn’t gotten her anything for the bathroom, so I dragged her through the aisles of a Walgreens until I had all the basics covered. I’d have to find someone a little more feminine to take her shopping. Who the hell would that be?
“Damn...you need panties and bras and shit, too – don’t you?”
A middle-aged woman with a horrible haircut glared at me from behind a rack of shampoo.
“If that is your wish, Edward.”
“Fuck.”
That one earned me a humph from the shampoo woman. I took Bella’s hand again and paid for her stuff.
Victoria’s Secret was next. What the hell was supposed to be secret about it, anyway? I mean, most of it was completely see through! I had never been in such a place, and had no fucking idea what to do.
“Can you just pick some things out?” I asked her. My voice was starting to betray my frustration and general lack of knowledge when it came to women’s undergarments.
“What do you want me to have?” Bella asked. Her eyes were wide again, but at least there wasn’t anything worse than apprehension in them.
“I have no fucking clue what to even call most of this shit!” I exclaimed as I threw my hands up in the air.
The weirdest fucking thing happened at that point. It was tiny and brief and wouldn’t even have been noticed if I hadn’t been really paying attention to her expressions, but it was there.
Her mouth twitched into the very faintest of smiles - tight lipped, like she was trying to stifle a laugh. Along with it, her eyes twinkled ever so slightly.
This is progress, right?
Chapter End Notes:
Does he get points for knowing he's clueless?
The bit in the maternity shop and Victoria's Secret - I made myself laugh. Can't you just see his face? ROFL!
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