8. Chapter 8
Author's Notes
Disclaimer - All the Twilight stuff belongs to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just cavorting on her checkerboard.
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"I think it's time for bed," I heard myself murmur.
Chapter 8
Baked ziti became my new favorite food that night.
I didn't do a lot of cooking myself, sticking to only the very basic of meals that could either be prepared in the microwave or in a single pan – dumped straight from a box along with a cup of milk and a half stick of butter. Anything else was out of my league. When your parents ditch you at the age of fifteen, you don't tend to get a lot of domestic training.
Bella seemed a little shocked when I told her to sit at the table and eat with me, but once she did, it was obvious she was completely ravenous. I would have asked her when the last time she ate was, but I knew I wouldn't react well to the information, so I decided not to ask at all. Afterwards, she cleaned up everything, got the dishwasher going, and then immediately knelt down beside my chair again.
My mind had been far too busy trying to figure everything out as we ate, but once she was on her knees next to me again, clad only in her virgin white underclothes, my body began to remind me exactly what I wanted out of all of this. For a while, I just looked at her, watching her completely still state in front of me and wondering what the hell I was going to do next. I wanted her. There was absolutely no question about that. I wanted her in my bed and on my cock in the worst possible way.
Fighting the urge to just whip it out and start stroking myself, I took about four hundred slow, deep breaths, closed my eyes, and tried to remember what needed to be done first.
"Let's get you settled in, shall we?"
"Yes, Master."
"Come on then," I said as I reached out for her hand. She laid her fingers into my palm, and I helped her up from the floor, and then led her back into the guest room across the hall from my bedroom, grabbing the bags of clothing I had already purchased for her along the way.
Bella's eyes wandered around the room – from the bed, to the dresser and closet door, and then to the window overlooking the city.
"This room is yours," I told her. "You can do anything you want with it. I can have it painted or whatever you want to make it more…um…comfortable for you?"
She looked at me briefly, and then dropped her eyes to the floor.
"Is it okay?" I asked.
"This is where I will sleep?" she asked quietly.
"No," I said. "You'll sleep with me. My room is across the hall."
She nodded.
"I go out of town on business sometimes, though," I said. "If you don't go with me, you could sleep here then, if you like."
"Yes, Master."
She looked around the room again, and I became distinctly aware of her quickened breathing and the slight shaking in her hands. She must have realized it, too, because she clasped her hands in front of her to try to make them stop. She had her back to me, and I reached out to place my hands on her shoulders before trailing my fingers down her bare arms. She flinched just a little, surprised by my touch.
"You are too beautiful to have you so far from me at night," I told her. My heart was beginning to pound in my chest, and if I had taken a half step forward, my growing erection would have been pressed into her back. I ran my hands back up to her shoulders and slowly turned her around to face me.
It was the first really good look at her I had indulged. My eyes moved from her shoulders, down to her partially exposed breasts, her flat stomach, curved hips and beautifully shaped long legs, and back up again to her eyes, still downcast. She was an incredible thing to behold.
"I think it's time for bed," I heard myself murmur.
"Yes, Master," she replied. She nodded and I could see her chest rise in a deep breath.
"Do you want some time to yourself first?" I asked. I reached up and placed my fingers under her chin, tilting her head to look up at me. "There's a bathroom right next door, and another one off of my room. If you want to, you could take a shower or something first."
First.
When I said the word her eyes shifted away from mine for the briefest moment.
"Is that what you would like, Master?"
"I'm asking you what you would like."
"I want whatever you wish, Master."
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair again.
This was going to get easier, right?
Chapter End Notes:
Always looking for the easy way out, isn't he? And again, Edward is entrapped by her mad cooking skillz.
Are ya all still with me?
