It wasn’t until Master came in that I stretched and turned, smiling up at him.
“Good morning, pet.”
“Good morning, Master.”
To my surprise, he crawled, fully dressed, into bed with me. It was a move I never would’ve thought him capable of. The man was always so proper, so well put together. Gone was the hot tub attire from last night. Instead, Master was sporting a pair of black linen pants and a lightweight white shirt. It just seemed off that he would willingly wrinkle his clothes to be next to me.
But pleasant at the same time.
He pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around my naked body and pressing his lips against my neck. I inhaled his sexy scent, relaxing into his hold.
“Our parents’ll be here shortly.”
I stiffened as soon as the words registered.
He chuckled. “Considering it’s already ten in the morning, it’s not that early for company.”
Company, no. But his parents weren’t company, they were…his parents. Crap.
“Talk to me,” Master urged.
I sighed, then rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, enjoying the warmth of Master’s arms around me.
“What if they don’t like me?”
Master chuckled and as always it surprised me to hear it. He was the man who rarely smiled and didn’t laugh all that much. Although, now that I thought about it, Master had changed somewhat in the few months I’d known him. He wasn’t quite so…pretentious. At least some of the time, anyway.
“My mother is like any other mom, pet. Only, she has a broader viewpoint than some. You’ll find that a lot of people in this lifestyle are less judgmental overall.”
“So, you don’t think I have anything to worry about?”
He kissed my neck again. “No. I don’t. She’s gonna like you. What’s not to like? You’re smart, beautiful, and you know how to make people feel welcome.”
Wow. I hadn’t expected those compliments. But I would take them.
“However, there is something you should know.”
Of course there was.
The way he said that had the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. I turned my head so I could see his face.
“My mother is more than a sexual submissive. She doesn’t merely offer sexual submission to her Master, she gives up total control,” he explained. “Do you know what that means?”
“She’s a slave?” I knew there was a difference between a Dominant/submissive and a Master/slave relationship, but I didn’t truly grasp everything that it encompassed.
“In the realm of BDSM, yes.” Master nodded. “My father was an experienced Dominant when he met my mother more than forty years ago. They hit it off right away.” He kissed my nose. “I’ll let her tell you the story, but I want you to have the opportunity to see a rare dynamic between a Master and a slave. Their love is their greatest bond and her submission is what fuels them both.”
“Master, what’s the real difference between a slave and a submissive?” I’d read so much and some of it I understood, some of it I didn’t. One thing I’d noticed, there were a lot of people who attempted to define this lifestyle, a lot of them having never experienced it for themselves.
“A submissive willingly gives up control. Sometimes only in the bedroom or during a scene, sometimes more often, but they generally have limits and they’re involved with negotiations with their Dom. A slave gives up total control and with this, they empower their Dom to make all the decisions, often without negotiations or limits.”
Oddly enough, I was now anxious to meet them, to witness the relationship they shared. From what I’d read online and the groups I’d explored, I knew I did not want to be a slave. I needed the opportunity to make my own decisions about certain aspects of my life. Plus, the idea of not having limits was not appealing to me in the least. I knew for a fact there were things I was not willing to do, no matter what.
Not that I would judge another person for what they needed, because it wasn’t my place. I just hadn’t had the opportunity to see a real-life Master/slave relationship.
Master shifted on the bed. “Now, I’ll give you two options this morning.”
Needing his dominance, I turned to face him.
“You can either suck my cock, allowing me to come down that tight little throat, or you can let me eat your pussy until you flood my mouth.”
My breaths slammed roughly in my chest, the raunchiness of his words enough to make me forget about everything else except my master’s pleasure.
“I’d like to do what pleases you.”
He nodded and got to his feet.
“Turn over onto your back.”
I rolled onto my back as he pulled the blankets off the bed.
“Pull your knees against your chest, then spread them wide and hold them open for me. I want to admire your pretty pussy before we begin.”
