The sound of a shower running wakes me up, forcing my eyes open when I feel an empty bed. I rise from the bed and I look around the room because this isn't the one I had slept in the nights before. No, this was clearly a master's suit with a king bed dishevelled and evident that there were bodies in here other than mine during the night. Yesterday's events come back to me in a moment of silence. From dinner to my agreement to try being with Angel and Celeste. The room, Celeste, Master, it all comes back to me.
My attention to my nude state and thoughts is taken when Angel walks out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. He meets my stare when he opens the bathroom door and finds me sitting still "Good morning mi Sirena." I smile at his name for me. I still wonder why he calls me his siren. Such a mythical creature, known for bringing men to their deaths by their seduction, the question is, why does he call me that? "Good morning..." And just like that, I wonder, am I allowed to call him Angel because I wished to say his name, but not if he finds it offensive.
Seeing my deep state of thought, he comes to me, taking a seat by the space by my legs, when he runs his hand up and down my leg. His fingers ran across the tense muscles he had run lotion over before settling me into bed, "What is it?" He could feel my hesitation through my silence when he brings his hand to my neck.
First soft, he goes into my hair and grips it gently, pulling me to his view "I love calling you Master, but am I allowed to call you Angel?" He seems understanding of my question, slipping his hold before bringing his hand to brush my hair out of my face "Yes you may call me Angel. It just means you will be more aware when responding to me. Having you call me Master or Sir makes you aware that when I give you instruction or ask a question, it is met with the submissive respect you hold in yourself and give me. It is also in place for when you need something from or of me because you are mine to care for."
I understand what he means, and more so on having to be more aware of how I speak to him when I use his name and when I do. Wrapping my head around how I address him, I take in the warm morning gaze he looked at me with, "Then, good morning Angel." A soft grin, almost miscible, blesses his face making me smile before he stands up.
He walks to the second door opening it into what I am sure is a closet. Must be a big closet because he stays in there as he speaks to me, "I had some clothes brought up to give you more than a single option. Celeste is making breakfast, so you have time to get ready." Slipping out of bed, I begin to do it, kept from a habit of waking up and doing my own. As I smooth the covers, I rise only to be brought into a hard chest. Instantly I feel hands run past my hips, familiar hands teasing my skin under their touch, "Bending in front of me will end very differently next time. So be careful."
His hand softly brushes against my core, a soft gasp leaving my lips lost in his haze that I almost don't respond, "I will Sir."
Letting me go from his hold, I take a moment to catch my breath and turn to him "May I please have something to cover myself then?" I ask, knowing that if I reach for the pillows on the floor, he would not hesitate to commit to his words. He must have thought of when he had gone into the closet when I felt him tap my arms, "Arms up." I do so and let him dress me in the shirt covering me just above my thighs "Brush your teeth, then come down for breakfast." Folding my arms, I was drowning in with little focus "I'll be right on it."
When I am dressed, I thank him before finishing the bed as he goes downstairs. Going into the bathroom, I look at the arrangement of it. It is organized to ensure that Angels' products are in a position clear for him, and Celeste's are organized clearly for her in the space of the large vanity top. Toothbrushes in holders on each of their sides along with their products. That's when my eye falls on a single detail that allows me to feel my emotions and not just the lust in my choice.
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Evita's Tale
Fanfiction"My submissive are power, strength, bravery, and most of all they stand beside me willing in their position. You stand as strong as you kneel. Am I clear?" His words, like vows to ourselves he builds submission, not as a position under him by the po...
