*******A big thank you to everyone who read and commented on the previous chapter.
This is the 5th chapter in Alannah’s journey with a new Dom and His female companion, it can be read as a stand alone, but will make far more sense if the previous chapters are read first.
A huge thank you to my editor. Alaska is a much warmer place since I found some firewood…..I just hope he doesn't ask me where his canes are….
This chapter contains bondage.***********
I woke the next morning feeling refreshed and energetic, my sleep had been dreamless and deep. I had a cats lick and a promise and threw on my leggings and Jets jersey for lack of anything else; I really did need some more clothes. I heard Silky knocking on my door, thankful she was going to guide me back to the kitchen. I followed her down the maze of corridors, looking forward to the guided tour later in the day, if only so I could find my way to the kitchen on my own!
Breakfast was a repeat of yesterdays, with a couple of subtle differences, the table was not so full now that MA knew my preferences and I managed to keep my tongue in check and my elbows off the table. I was joining in the conversation yet my mind kept drifting off to the prospect of heading back to my home, or rather my old home.
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“Alannah precious, do you want to go back to your place and pick up the rest of your gear? As much as I like you wandering round in just a jersey, you really do need more variety!” Once again it seemed as though he could see into my thoughts.
I paused, this was the moment, the time to commit myself fully to living here with Him and Silky. To close the door on my old life and start the tentative steps to a new happier future.
I realised with a jolt that I had answered my own concerns.
“Yes Master, I’m ready Sir.” I smiled and I meant it with all my heart, I was ready for the next chapter in my life to begin.
“Come on then little one, I drive you navigate. Ok?”
I suddenly remembered leaving my car outside his house the other evening, wondering if by chance someone had stolen it. I had taken to leaving the keys in it at one point but it seems even car thieves have standards!
“I took the liberty of moving your car to one of my garages.” He smirked, “easily done since the keys were still in the ignition!”
Ah it seems I still had that bad habit, looking sheepish I glanced up at Him. “Thank you Sir, I really must stop doing that, and I appreciate you driving Sir.” Apart from the fact His car was bound to be a damn sight nicer than mine, I knew that returning to the house that held the last links to Dietmar would invariably bring up emotions that probably wouldn’t be sensible to drive under the influence of.
“Ah but there was an ulterior motive to me offering to drive.” He chuckled, “I must admit I wasn’t looking forward to a trip in your car!”
“No Master, I never look forward to a trip in my car either Sir!”
“Come on then precious, lets get the day started, if we delay the guided tour much longer Silky will have my head on a plate.”
I grinned as we said our goodbyes to Silky and headed for the garage. I whistled slowly as the garage door opened; sat inside was a brand new reg plate Skoda Octavia VRS. I can almost hear you scoffing now...Skoda??? But trust me since they were bought by Audi they no longer use elastic bands. It was the most gorgeous azure blue colour and I knew the 1.8 turbo petrol engine was more than sufficient to beat most other family sized hatchbacks off the line and surprise the heck out of the majority of boy racers.
“I thought we would use Betsy today, as you can fit a fair amount in her boot, we could use the DB9 if you like, as long as you promise not to pack more than one bag!” He finished with a chuckle!
A DB9!!!…. again I found my mouth dropping open, now I had a tough decision did I vote for the luxury of the Aston or the practicality of the VRS. Normally I am the least practical person when it comes to cars, actually when it comes to most things, but something in the back of my mind was niggling away. Closing my eyes to try and pull the thought to the front, I blurted out “Betsy Sir, please.”
Shoes! That had been the thought, if I had gone for beauty over practicality I would only have been able to fill one bag with shoes, and I had enough pairs to float a battleship, there was no way I was going to leave any behind!
Walking behind Him as He wandered over to the passenger door I couldn’t help but look at His bum, His jeans fitting perfectly, a lovely taut touchable ass. I tilted my head just as He opened the passenger door for me. He didn’t say a word as a blush spread across my cheeks, but from the look in His eye I knew I had been caught in the act!
“Jump in my little insatiable one, let’s get this show on the road!”
Grinning to myself I hopped in, the cold leather of the seat permeating through my thin leggings; oh good, something to cool me down I thought. I couldn’t look at Master without feeling the tell tale signs of arousal and longing streak through my very being.
The journey was short and uneventful, the satnav programmed and the radio station in the background playing songs from the 70’s and 80’s. Now normally I would have been singing along full pelt, with the windows up so I didn’t scare the local wildlife, but today I was silent. I was confused. Here I was sitting next to the handsome MA, my new Master and my body was aroused to the point of distraction, yet I wasn’t distracted enough take away the knowledge that in the next hour I would be walking away from a house that had been home for many years. A happy home filled with love and desire and the sound of a crop hitting flesh. I smiled to myself, guess the arousal was more integrated with the confusion than I thought.
“Here we are precious.” His words bringing my head up and glancing out the window.
Yep here we were, now all I had to do was calmly get out the car, walk up the path and decide which bits of my past I wanted to take to my future.
“This is your house isn’t it little one?”
I failed at the first hurdle; the getting out the car part suddenly seemed like an impossible task, let alone doing it calmly.
“Yes Master, it is.” My voice sounded like it was coming from far away, like a distant echo.
“Would you like Me to come in with you, or is it something you need to do alone. I am happy with whatever choice you make.” He hesitated at this point, “ I wasn’t going to tell you till afterwards, but I have arranged for everything you leave today to be placed in storage, and I have paid the rent on the property for the next 3 months.”
“Master?” One word loaded with all the questions going through my mind, a look of sadness flitted across my face.
“Shit, sorry little one, I put that badly didn’t I?” Smacking the front of His head with His hand as if to chastise himself, a wry smile on His lips. “I wanted you to have the knowledge that if at any point in the next 3 months you want to leave, you have an out, a familiar place to go. I sincerely hope you don’t feel the need to escape from us, but I didn’t want you to feel trapped with nowhere to run to. I also don’t want you to worry about leaving the stuff you don't need to bring, being left in an uninhabited house.”
His words calming my fears instantly, He hadn’t said it because He didn’t think I would fit it to His home. He had been thinking of me.
I had never moved in with anyone before. Dietmar had moved in with me, so I always had the knowledge that if everything went wrong I would always have a roof over my head. The hardest part of the decision to present myself at His door the other night had been leaving my home. Now I had 3 months to decide if this relationship would stand the tests of time. I felt the tension leave my body, giving me the courage and confidence to raise my head and look into His eyes.
“Thank you Master, that means a great deal to me, and I would prefer to pack my gear on my own.” Confident as I felt, I was still aware this task was not going to be easy.
I reached to pull the door handle and pushed the door open, swinging my legs out I gently placed them on the ground; they felt like I had just stolen them from Bambi! Slow, steady, deliberate movements saw me walking up the path to my front door, taking a long deep breath I slotted the key in the lock and entered what had been my home in the UK for the past 10 years. I had only been gone 2 days, yet it seemed a lifetime ago.
I knew what I wanted to take with me, and quickly threw half my wardrobe into a suitcase and all my shoes into two large bags! I filled a couple of boxes with miscellaneous junk and choose which books I wanted to take. I paused as I got to the bedside cabinet at the side of our bed, the top drawer seemed to call to me, almost daring me to open it. I am and always have been a sucker for a bet. I moved to place my hand on the handle and wrenched it open before I had a chance to change my mind. My hand shaking as I delved into the open drawer and felt the frame beneath my fingers, lifting it out I turned it over and found myself staring into the dark brown eyes of my dead Master. The tears started flowing, my legs gave way without warning and I slumped to the ground. I sat there staring at the photo unaware of time passing.
“Hey little one, hush baby” His words barely audible and His touch so soft as He sat down next to me. His hand resting gently on my arm in an attempt to stop the tremors that seemed to have taken hold of my entire body.
I couldn’t speak, nor could I take my eyes from the picture. It was like I could see the whole of that day as clear as watching a movie at the pictures. We had been on holiday in America and on our last day we had gone to one of the large Disney water parks and reverted to our childhood. I must have smiled as I remembered how silly and daft we had been, going on all the slides, floating round the lazy river on oversized rubber rings and generally splashing about like 5 year olds.
“That’s better precious, all too often we forget the good times, focus on those sweetheart. I am positive Dietmar would rather you think of Him and smile as opposed to cry.”
I nodded still not trusting myself to speak, but His words made sense. Dietmar would be the last person in the world who would want to make me cry, well not in sadness anyway! Our lives had been filled with laughter and fun, I owed it to Him to try and move on. I took a last look at the photograph and placed it with care in my case. I knew it would be a while before I was ready to put it out on display, but there was no way I could leave it behind.
MA stood and held out his hand to me, I clasped it in mine, the warmth flooding through my body. As I stood His arms held me steady, His lips brushed my forehead a simple gesture, but one that meant more to me than any words could have. I pulled away from the caress suddenly eager to get home. The word home was not lost on me, a small smile played on my lips as I looked him directly in His gorgeous grey eyes.
“Take me home please Sir.”
