A life of Sin ( Complete )

Breakfrest in bed

I woke up the next morning in his house. My boss's house. In his dungeon. I look around. I see all the whips, paddles, canes, collars, and leashes on the wall. Suddenly, as if triggered, the memories of last night flood my mind.

Images of him holding whips, paddles and canes flash in front of my eyes. Even though last night he only used the cane. I couldn't even see him for the entire duration of the scene. It doesn't make any sense.

Then again, nothing about last night makes any sense. How did he know that I have a degrading kink? Why did I like it when he spanked me? Am I a Masochist? Who am I? I don't even know who I am anymore.

What I just experienced was nothing like I've ever experienced before. Not even with Ethan. Even though it was my first time, It felt great. I mean, I generally loved it. Not only did I love him hurting me, but afterwards when we were cuddling, I felt loved.

I felt so safe in his arms. It felt so right yet so wrong. It felt wrong becouse he is my boss. It felt right becouse, well, I don't know why. It just did. Everything about last night was amazing!

As I remember last night, I find myself so distracted that I didn't even feel Bastein rolling over. He now faces me and says,

" Good morning, My sweet innocent little girl. How did you sleep after last night, Valere? " In his raspy morning voice.

" After last night, huh? " I tease as I look at him.

" Yes, last night. You were far gone into sub-space. It really was beautiful. Honestly, I didn't expect you to slip so easily. " He informs as he strokes my hair gently.

" How could I not after being left all worked up when you refused to touch me upon entering the room? " I complain with a whine present in my voice.

" That's true. Yeah, I did do that. Okay, fair enough. You win, my little brat. " He agrees and then laughs the last two sentances.

" Your little brat? " I ask as I roll on top of him and prop myself up on my elbows.

" Yes. Mine. " He replies, moving my long hair out of his face, making me chuckle at him.

He doesn't remove his hand from my hair. Instead, to my surprise, he pulls me closer and kisses me. I kiss him back instictivly. He's such a good kisser. Like, a really good kisser. He even goes so far as to add some tounge into the kiss. Then, as quickly as it started, it ends when he stops abruptly.

" I'm gonna go make us some breakfest. What do you want to eat? " He asks with a smile across his lips.

" I guess I'll just have bacon and eggs with a coffee on the side if that's okay with you. " I smile back at him tiredly with a yawn.

" Not a morning person? " He asks as he looks into my sleepy eyes.

" Not in the slightest. I hate mornings. " I admit as my stomach growls.

" When's the last time you ate? " He asks, looking genunly concerned for my well-being.

" I last ate yesterday morning, I think. " I struggle to remember so some reason.

" That's not good. Let's get some good into you, okay? " He says as he slaps my ass playfully.

" Okay, thank you so much. " I for once remember to use my manners.

" Good girl. Now, stay here. I'll be back. Don't move! " And with that, he flips me off him onto the bed and leaves.

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When he returns, he has two large plates in his hands. One for me and one for him. I sit up and he hands me the plate and a fork. Then, he sits down himself right next to me as always.

" Creuser, My lady. " He says in a terrible french accent.

" Merci, Mister Walker. " I call him by his last name since we are apparently being fancy now for some reason.

" We each have five peices of bacon and approxametly two eggs. " He says awkawrdly, which again, I find cute.

" Approxametly? " I ask with a raised eye brow and yes, I can do that.

" I made four eggs and tried my best to split it into equal portions, which is two eggs each. " He explains, seemingly so proud of himself as if he just solved for pie.

" No shit, Sherlock! " I tease to bump him down a notch.

" Wow, you're so funny. " He replies sassily with a straight face.

" I know, right? " I say right back at him, trying to make him mad just for fun.

" Just shut the fuck up and eat your food! " He becomes fed up with me as expected.

" Fine. I'll eat. " I grumble back and start eating.

" That's what I thought, Little girl. Good girl. " He pats me on the head just to piss me off before he starts eating his food.

A comfortable silance falls between us as we eat. Comfortable. It's not awkward at all. That surprised me. Normally, this would be really fucking awkward.

This whole situation would be awkward. It should be awkward, but it's not in the slightest. You know, once you get through to him, he's really not all that bad. Not really as bad as people make him out to be. He's actully really nice. I could get used to this.

Thinking about that makes me wonder if I want to be his girlfriend. Maybe even his Slave some day. One of those many collars around my neck. I can picture it already. Being callard and being owned by him. It doesn't sound all that bad to me anymore.

With anyone else, it would suck. But with him, it wouldn't be like that. It wouldn't suck at all. It'd feel safe. I'd feel loved. Even more so then I already do, that is. He makes me feel good. We haven't even known each other that long, but I can that confadently. I love him and he loves me.

Soon, we both finish our plates and he takes them both to the kitchen. He washes them and then returns. From there, he turns on a movie and after the movie, I leave and we go our separate ways, thinking about one another.

I smile all the way home. When I get there, I fall onto my bed lazily. I spend hours thinking about him. I think about him so much that I don't even eat another meal all day. I fall asleep hungry while thinking about him. It's all about him as I sleek with a smile on my face. I can't wait to see him again at Fire and Ice tomorrow, bright and early!