Passionate Servant

Chapter 7

A/N: It's short and I haven't updated lately, I know. Just hang in there with me, please. Comment, vote, let me know what you think he's planning. :D

     He slowly ran his fingers through Saiya's hair, brushing the raven strands away from her face as she slept. She had curled into him, her head resting on his shoulder and her soft breathing caressed his skin. One of her legs was tangled with his and her arm was draped loosely across his stomach, and he was strangely comfortable just watching her sleep. Even though she was so new to being a submissive, she had surprised him earlier by falling into the role so easily.

      And then she had started asking questions. Personal questions. His fingers stilled, his gaze lingering on her sleeping face as his chest tightened. Normally, he wouldn't answer personal questions. His previous submissives had never needed to know anything about him other than the knowledge that he was the dominant one. He was the one in control. 'But she's special,' he thought.

      Moving slowly, so as not to wake her, he got off of the bed and made his way through her house. It wasn't a large house, but it wasn't tiny either. She had a few rooms that were furnished, but obviously unused. There was an office at the end of the hallway, right beside the stairs. Each room, he noticed, had their own color scheme. The bedrooms were done in soft earth tones, each a unique mix of browns and greens. The guest bathroom was done the same way as her bathroom, the multi-hues of blue seeming reminiscent of the ocean at its' calmest moments. Her office, however, had bright splashes of red and orange. With a small smirk, he moved down the stairs to her living room.

      The cinnamon brown shade on the walls was offset by the soft eggshell white going along the baseboards. The furniture was a rich, dark brown leather. Seeing the leather reminded him of the corset she had been wearing the night before, making him wonder if she had a love for the material. And it gave him a few ideas as to what he could do for her once she awoke.

      Pulling his cell out, he sent a quick text to one of his contacts with a request for a few items to be picked up and delivered to him. Sliding his phone back into his pocket, he made his way into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee for the both of them before settling down to wait. If she had a thing for leather, then she would enjoy what he was planning for her. But, for now, he was content to let her rest. She would need it for the training he had planned.