Passionate Servant

Chapter 6

    She slowly opened her eyes and stretched, her muscles surprisingly languid and relaxed. With a quiet hum of pleasure, she sat up and slowly looked around. Her room was bright, signaling that she had been sleeping for at least a few hours, which confused her. She rarely napped, and it was usually only when she was sick. Her brow creased and a small frown giving away her confusion, she twisted and slid off of her bed, slowly retreating from the warmth of her blankets.

    As soon as the last of her blanket eased from her body and she was standing on her own two feet, she stared down at herself, trying to understand what her eyes were telling her. She was wearing a dark button down shirt. A very masculine shirt. The shoulders were obviously crafted for someone a lot broader than she and the arms draped over her hands, engulfing her in an almost child-like manner. The fact that the shirt looked like a dress on her - a very loose and unflattering dress, but still a dress - really didn't help that illusion any.

    A soft knock on her door had her snapping her gaze away from the shirt covering her body, a soft whimper escaping her throat as she stared at the man in her bedroom doorway giving her an oh-so-sexy smirk. Her already wide eyes got impossibly wider as images flashed through her mind as she recollected why she had fallen asleep to begin with. With a startled gasp passing her parted lips, her hands moving to cover her mouth as she sank back onto her bed, and she stared at the man in her doorway. Her Master.

    A frown touched His face as He made His way to her, kneeling down in front of her shocked form. "Saiya?" He questioned softly. When she didn't respond, He lightly placed a hand to her chin, His knuckles gently tilted her face towards His. Her eyes were still wide as He forced her to look at Him. "Saiya? Talk to me, pet. What's wrong?" Another pause after His words, filled with silence.

    Cursing under His breath, He shifted and gently pulled her into His arms, carrying her effortlessly as He stepped into her bathroom. Setting her down on the countertop right next to her sink, she could do nothing but silently watch Him as He turned away and started fiddling with the temperature controls on her shower. The muscles moving on His back kept her attention as her eyes roamed over His backside.

    It was painfully obvious that He worked out almost religiously. That thought alone made her blush, her body still locked down by shock. She ... He had stripped her. She'd been naked in front of Him. Well, virtually naked. She'd still been in her underwear, but that hardly counted at this point. The scent of Him drifting to her from His shirt did little to comfort her, though it did make her relax just a fraction. She had done things to Him - for Him - without any thought as to the consequences.

    'But the saddest thing about this situation,' she thought to herself, 'was that I liked it. I wished for this man, and I need Him on some major levels... Oh, be honest here, I crave Him.. But... ' She gently bit down on her lower lip, her gaze still traveling along His exposed skin. 'What He's doing to me absolutely terrifies me.'

    Her turned and picked her up, His sudden movements startling her and making her wrap her arms around His shoulders in an effort to maintain her balance. Turning, the both of them still at least partially dressed, He stepped into her shower without any forewarning to her other than a small frown still on His face. With a squeal in response to the lukewarm water suddenly soaking her, she wiggled in His arms.

    The movement forced Him to set her down and she pressed herself against Him, seeking warmth and glaring up at Him while the water rained down on the both of them. It didn't pass her notice that He looked damn sexy with water droplets on His skin, making her want to lick each one off with her tongue. Pushing the urge back, she locked her gaze with His and pouted. "Why, for the love of the Gods, did you just stick me in the shower? And still in your shirt, might I add."

    He smirked down at her, though it didn't reach His eyes. "Would you rather I have stripped you first, pet?" He wrapped an arm around her, His hand resting at the small of her back as He pulled her closer towards Him and tilted His head towards her. "At least you are speaking now."

    She stared at Him, her jaw threatening to hit the floor at His comment. "All of this..." Her hand moved to encompass them and their wet clothing. "Just to get me to talk? Seriously?"

    "Seriously. You went into shock and you wouldn't tell me what was wrong, so I did what I believed would work. And it did." Leaning into her, he adjusted the water to where it began warming her cooling skin before locking His dark brown gaze back with hers. "So talk. What happened."

    It didn't sound like a question. And she really, really wanted it to be a question. A question, she has the option of declining to answer. But, this... This unspoken demand for a reply.... With a sigh, she dropped her gaze to follow the water droplets running down His chest as she spoke, her voice soft and coming out far shakier than she wanted it to. "What you do to me scares me, honestly. I'm not used to this. I don't know what to do, and I really don't wanna do anything that would mess this ... relationship... up. You seem to know everything about me, and yet I know virtually nothing about you. I know you own shares in a seriously expensive restaurant, and I know how sexy you look and how good you taste..." Pausing, sure her face was seriously red by now, she dropped her gaze to the shower floor, watching the water swirl around her feet. "But I still know very, very little about you. I want to know you before I lose the rest of myself to you, but I seem incapable of denying you or even stopping myself. It's frustrating."

    His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to Him. His warmth slowly seeped into her at His touch and she relaxed against Him. "Saiya..." He whispered, pausing to press a kiss to the top of her head. "I thought we had gone through this well enough over dinner a few nights ago. You should have clarified that you still had questions and concerns when I got here last night. You could have told me no."

    She whimpered against His chest, shifting to lift her gaze back to His. "I know. And I'll learn best just from trial and error, so you'll have to be patient with me. But, outside of this whole Dom-sub thing, I want to know you as a person." She bit her lower lip for a moment, watching the hurt slowly fade away from His eyes before she quietly added, "Starting with your name."

    He blinked at her, His body tensing for just a moment before he relaxed against her. After a few minutes of silence, He shifted and she felt the water being turned off as His muscles moved ever so slightly. "Let's get you out of here and dried, pet." He whispered against her ear. "I don't need you getting sick."

    She watched Him as He grabbed a towel and began to wrap her hair in it, positioning it on her head to where it would stay before He dropped down in front of her. His hands rested on her hips, over the wet and rapidly cooling fabric of His shirt, and His gaze was locked on her feet. She could feel the tension radiating off of Him, biting her lower lip as frustration, mild fear, and worry gnawed at her.

    After what felt like forever, He took a deep breath and brought His gaze up to hers as He began unbuttoning His shirt and stripping the wet fabric from her cooling skin. "My name," He whispered, His voice soft and seemingly fragile, "is Jet."

    She stared at Him, her gaze locked with His, as she absorbed the new information before she smiled and leaned down to press her lips to His. "Jet," she pulled back just enough to whisper. "It suits you, Master."

    The tension left Him as He stood up, wrapping His arms around her and picking her up as he returned her kiss and quickly carried her to her bed. Burrowing under her covers, she rested her head against Jet's shoulder as she absorbed his heat and watched the sunlight filter through her windows. She might be scared, but she had a feeling He was out of His element here as well. With a small sigh, she snuggled closer to Him and allowed the steady beat of His heart and His breathing to lull her into sleep.