Page 46 of Slave

We talked a little more about the movie before I noticed the time. There were things to do tomorrow, and we needed to get to bed. “It’s time for bed, Brianna.” She nodded and waited. I did not need to tell her what came next; she knew. The only thing she was waiting on was the instruction on who would lead tonight.

The desire to push her overwhelmed my senses, but I resisted. Not tonight. So I brought her chin up, watched as she closed her eyes, and pressed my lips to hers.

Oh, how I wanted to deepen the kiss. I wanted to tilt her head back and push my tongue between her closed lips. She would taste so sweet, and I wanted more.

But instead, I kept my lips together and contented myself with the gentle gliding and sucking motion we shared. Over the last few nights, she’d gathered confidence in our nighttime kisses and was no longer impassive. Brianna met me movement for movement.

When I pulled back, I kept a hold of her face so that when she opened her eyes, she was looking directly into mine. Her lovely blue eyes held the trust I so desperately wanted from her. I smiled, and she smiled back before we both got up and walked to our respective bedrooms.

I stripped before walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Stepping in, I walked into the spray. The warm water pounded my shoulders, which were begging for relief from the tension they were holding, but I knew the only thing that would do that. Without further pause, I reached down and grasped my already hard shaft in my hand. If my life for the last five years hadn’t been about control, I don’t think I could have managed the last four hours. By thinking of anything but how her body felt against mine, I’d been able to keep my erection to a minimal state while she sat in my lap.

As I increased my rhythm, I let all those feelings go. This woman was doing things to me, and she wasn’t even aware of it. She wasn’t even trying! Her hair, her lips . . . I bit the side of my cheek to stifle the moan that broke through my throat as I exploded all over the wall of my shower.

Letting my head fall forward out of the spray, I waited until my breathing was back to normal before quickly rinsing and shutting off the water. Turning, I let my back hit the wall. I hadn’t jacked off this much since before I left for college. I had no idea what was wrong with me, what it was about her that did this to me.

The next morning, I let her sleep in while I went upstairs to check my e-mail. There was one from Lily, reminding me of the annual dinner coming up in three weeks for North Memorial Hospital that I was to attend. She wanted to know if I’d be bringing Brianna.

It was a question I didn’t have the answer to. I was very proud of the progress she’d made, but she was still very unpredictable around strangers. What if it would be too much for her?

But the fact that she would be starting school this fall made me reconsider. She wouldn’t have me there with her at school if something happened, which I hoped it didn’t, but she would have to interact with people she’d never met before.

Maybe coming with me would not be a bad thing. At least at the dinner, I would be with her. I could intercede if necessary. With my mind made up, I replied to Lily letting her know Brianna would need a dress.

Shortly after I hit send, I heard movement downstairs that let me know that Brianna was awake. I closed down the computer and made my way down the steps.

Hearing me coming, she was waiting, in position, on the floor. Brianna was wearing jeans and a fitted red T-shirt. Her hair was pulled up off her neck in a simple ponytail.

She looked absolutely beautiful as always, and I felt those all-too-familiar stirrings. I pushed them down and walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Brianna. You may stand.”

She stood but remained where she was. I decided I wanted some interaction this morning. We would be going out today, and she needed to relax. I knew cooking would do that for her. “Would you like to help me with breakfast?”

“Yes, Master,” she answered and moved quickly to my side.

“I was thinking maybe pancakes. Do you think we can manage that?”

She smiled. “Yes.”

I smiled back, although it went unseen by my companion. “Lead the way, Brianna. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

It was the first time I’d given her clear instructions to take the lead other than the times I’d told her to kiss me. She hesitated for a few seconds, but then began to move.

Brianna disappeared into the pantry and came out with her arms full. She laid her items on the counter, pressed her lips together for over a minute, and then very quietly asked, “I need . . . Could you get one egg and the milk please, Master?”

I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t because in a way it was more sad than funny. I’d told her to tell me what she needed, and even with that, she was still nervous about asserting herself. Getting what she’d requested out of the refrigerator, I laid them down beside the items she’d gotten.

Then without hesitating, she reached into a lower cabinet and retrieved a mixing bowl I’d never seen before. She also turned on the flat surface of my stovetop and sprayed it with Pam. I watched as she flawlessly put exact amounts of each ingredient into the bowl before stirring.

Once everything was all mixed together, she took a ladle and placed three near-perfect circles onto the sizzling hot surface. Watching her never got old.

While the batter was cooking, she retrieved three plates from an upper cabinet. She laid one plate down on the counter but continued to hold the other two. This was where she stopped.

I realized she was waiting on me to tell her it was okay to leave the kitchen to set the table. Instead, I decided to make things easier. Taking the plates from her, I said, “How about I set the table, while you make sure our breakfast doesn’t burn?”

As soon as I turned my back, I felt her move. I knew she was flipping the pancakes and even now, half done, they smelled wonderful.

It didn’t take me long to set everything out, but when I returned to the kitchen, Brianna had a stack of finished pancakes on a plate and was stirring a smaller pan full of syrup. She stiffened just slightly when I approached but didn’t stop what she was doing. I stepped up behind her and reached around to take the now full plate. The urge to kiss her neck was strong, but I resisted and quickly took the new items to the table along with glasses and milk for the both of us.

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