When Bella woke up in the morning, her Master was already out of bed, but her arms were tightly wrapped around his pillow and his night shirt was pressed up against her cheek. She yawned, rubbed her face against his shirt, and inhaled deeply. His smell was calming, but she couldn't help wondering, a little nervously, where he had gone. He hadn't attached her to the bed the night before, as he usually did, so she got up quietly, made the bed, and wandered into the kitchen looking for him.
She looked around amazed. The table was set, the coffee was made, there was fresh fruit salad on the table, and her Master was at the stove making crêpes.
"Mmmmmm, it smells delicious," she moaned as she wrapped her arms around him and placed little kisses all over his back.
"It should be, my slut," he said and turned to kiss her.
Bella kissed him passionately for a few seconds before he pulled away to tend to the crêpes. Looking over his shoulder, she was impressed by what he was doing. She hadn't yet mastered the art of making crêpes, but she did love eating them.
"Why don't you pour us some coffee, my bitch," he suggested. "I'm almost finished here, so I'll come join you at the table in a minute."
"Yes, my Master," she said softly.
Taking the two coffee cups from the table to the counter, Bella filled them both with coffee, and made them just the way they liked them. When they were ready, she brought them back to the table and sat down to wait for her Master. Seconds later, he arrived with a plate full of crêpes and an assortment of toppings.
"Why the big breakfast, my Master," she asked. "Aren't you going to work today?"
"After last night, I decided to take the day off. It won't be very busy at work today since it's a long weekend, and this will give us an extra day to spend together, my slut. I also thought you might need a nice big meal to get your strength back after last night."
She stared at him for a moment and then said, "Four days? We get four day together with no work, my Master?"
"Yes, my pig," he laughed.
She got up and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. She was so excited that she jumped up and down a bit as she squeezed him.
"Oh, my Master, that's great news," she cried.
"Yes, I thought so," he agreed with a chuckle. "Now sit down and eat, my submissive. You need to regain your energy."
"Yes, my Master," she replied happily and kissed him sweetly on the cheek before sitting back down.
She took a crêpe from the plate, put some of the fruit salad that her Master had made down the middle of it, drizzled some yoghurt over the fruit, and then wrapped it up. She looked up at her Master as she took a bite and he just shook his head at her.
"Silly girl," he said with a smile.
"I'm not French, my Master, but I like French things..." She let my voice trail off as she got up and wrapped her arms back around him, nibbling and licking his neck.
She sat down on his lap and started kissing him as she ran her hands over his chest. He groaned and Bella could feel his cock getting hard under her, so she began to move her hips seductively as she kissed him.
"You are supposed to be eating, my slut. I made you this big breakfast to take care of you and to help you get your strength back after last night," he said, between kisses.
"Yes, my Master," she moaned, "but right now I need to eat something French."
"Slut," he said and lifted me onto the table.
Bella wrapped her legs around him and he entered her with one powerful thrust. She cried out, the pleasure of his giant cock filling her hungry pussy. A fork fell to the floor, but she ignored it as she dug her fingers into his back and thrust her hips up against him.
"Oh, my Master!" she screamed. "Please fuck my slutty pussy!"
"Shhhhh, whore," he said, covering her mouth with his hand. "There are other people in this building and you're going to wake them all up."
Bella tried to answer him, but it came out in a jumble, because he was still holding his hand over her mouth. She scrunched my eyes shut, trying hard to concentrate on not making too much noise, but her orgasm was building fast and her Master was fucking her hard. Another muffled scream filled the room as her Master dove into her harder and harder. The orgasm took over and she completely lost control. Her body bucked under his and he pressed his hand down harder over her mouth as she screamed into it. He let out a deep groan and filled her cunt. When she finally calmed, he removed his hand from her mouth.
"You milked my cock again, my whore," he said accusingly, but with a smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, my Master," she panted, "but you keep making me cum so hard. I can't help it."
Gabriel pulled her down from the table and back into his lap. Wrapping his strong arms around her, he held her tightly for a moment, and placed little kisses on her forehead. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She loved being so close to her Master; she could feel his skin against her, his breath on her body, and his warmth heating her. They discussed everything and they trusted each other with their fears and desires, so they were always very close, but this was a different kind of closeness and they both craved it.
After another tight squeeze, Gabriel let her go, "let's finish breakfast, my pig."
"Yes, my Master," she said. "Thank you for fucking me."
He laughed, "I love to use you, my slut, but you need to stop doing that thing with your cunt when you cum or I'll never last very long."
Bella blushed, "I can't help it, my Master, but I do really love it when you fill my pussy with your hot cum."
"Slut," he repeated, and spread some Nutella on his crêpe.
They both took a few bites from their crêpes and then he asked, "What are you thinking about, my love."
Looking back up at him she said, "I was just thinking about last night, my Master."
He nodded, "And what did you think about last night, my slut?"
"It was amazing, my Master. I loved the way you teased my body, and the wax was incredible. I don't know when exactly I went into subspace, but I was so high. The knife play drove me wild and the orgasms were mind-blowing. I felt so close to you, I needed you, and you let me sleep all wrapped up in your arms instead of tied to the bed. I really loved it all, my Master. Thank you so much!" she exclaimed.
He smiled at her, "Are you sure it wasn't too much, little one?" I know that sometimes I can be rough, but-"
"Oh no, my Master, it was perfect!" she said, cutting him off.
"Okay, but don't forget your safe word if you need it," he said seriously, and then took another bite.
"I know, my Master," she replied softly.
"Tell me what you think about Miss Rachel's place, my slut?"
She swallowed the mouthful of crêpe that she had been chewing and looked back at him thoughtfully, "I really like it there, my Master. The girls and Kevin all seem really nice, and Miss Rachel gives me the impression that she knows what she's doing. I felt comfortable and I think it was a good idea to bring me there, because it gave me something else to think about so that I didn't miss you so much."
Gabriel nodded and then added, "But you are still thinking about the dungeon."
"Yes, my Master," she blushed.
He shook his head, took another crêpe for himself, and then put another one on Bella's plate, "Eat."
"Yes, my Master," she sighed, adding some more fruit and yogurt to her crêpe.
"Why didn't you tell me about Miss Rachel?" she asked curiously.
"Honestly, it never came up, my pig. We were always so busy when you were here last year that it never even crossed my mind."
"Really? She said you used to go there to work and that she'd have the girls take care of you," she said, gently pushing for more information.
"That's true, but I had the feeling that she just wanted another Dom in the house. I think it made her feel a little more comfortable. Kevin and the girls love her, but you never know who might show up with the wrong ideas," he answered pensively.
"I guess so, my Master. Will you tell me about what happened with Charlotte, please?" she prodded and took another bite.
Gabriel leaned over and kissed her softly on the forehead. "Yes, my love," he said, "but don't forget that it's you I love and it's you I collared."
Bella nodded without a word so that he would continue.
"Like Miss Rachel told you, I used to go over there from time to time. I reassured her that she was doing a good job and I played with some of the girls who preferred a man's touch. Miss Rachel began to send Charlotte to serve me more often than the other girls. We got along quite well and she was a great submissive...not to mention her cooking," he sighed, licking his lips. "Anyway, I thought that there might be something there, so I took her out a few times. I wanted to know if I had finally found the submissive I could spend the rest of my life with. Do you remember our first few dates, my slut?"
"Of course, my Master, I'll never forget them," Bella said, looking off into space. "I remember when we first started chatting and I told you that I was only in France for a year to study anthropology and then I'd be going back home. The look on your face startled me a bit and you thought I was lying. I couldn't understand why you would think I was lying, and then you told me how much you love anthropology too. You took me to see places I never dreamed of seeing; things I didn't even know existed. I remember the church-" she said, blushing.
"Yes," he sighed, "the church. Do you remember what I told you about the church?"
"Yes, you said that that's where you fell in love with me. I had been taking pictures of a broken pillar and you said that's when you saw that I was different from the other girls you had taken to see similar places. That they had commented on how pretty the old paintings were, and about other material things, but that I had been the only one who had been truly interested in the history of it all."
"Exactly, my love," he said as he squeezed my hand. "I had taken Charlotte to see some similar sites, but she had only been interested in them because she knew it would please me. It wouldn't be unpleasant to spend my life with someone who is a good submissive, a great cook, and who does things just to please me, but I wanted more than that. Well, I wanted all of that
and
someone who truly enjoys the same things I do; someone who will be my best friend
