Chapter 14
When Bella awoke the next morning, her Master was still sleeping peacefully beside her. Leaning over to kiss him lightly on the cheek, she then slipped quietly out of bed. She stood there for a moment, watching the silent form of the man she loved. The feeling of love that enveloped her was almost too much to bear, and she felt tears prick the back of her eyes as she thought about how lucky she was to have found him.
She had completely given up on the hope of finding love when he had come into her world. She knew she was not pretty, although he was constantly telling her how beautiful she was, and she always felt so out of place at his side. She didn't even know how to do her own hair and make-up; it had never been important to her. He was handsome, charming, always well dressed, and probably the most eligible bachelor in the country, while she was overweight and preferred to dress for comfort and practicality, choosing to sweep her long locks into a simple pony tail to keep the hair out of her face while she studied and tackled her daily obligations.
She will never forget the day, early on in the courtship, when he had told her he would be picking her up after her university courses to take her to dinner and that she should dress nicely. She had looked through the clothes she had brought with her to France, and had decided that nothing she owned would fit into his world.
Bella had gone shopping then, and had had to go to a few stores before finding someone who understood her problem and had been willing to help her. The woman had been so kind, and it had been difficult to find clothes in her size, given that almost all of the women in France had slim figures, but they had worked together and found a few things they thought could work. Bella had gone home to her little student dorm and poured over online tutorials on how to do her hair and make-up. She had wanted so badly to please him, but had no real experience or information on how to make herself look nice.
When he had finally arrived that evening, she had been sitting down at her computer, finishing off her homework for the night. She had been ready to go though, and had been wearing a carefully chosen black dress that accentuated the breasts he loved so much, knee high boots, jewellery to compliment her outfit, and had managed to do her make-up, leaving her long locks down to gently frame her face. She had looked up at him when he had walked in, and the look on his face had both startled and pleased her. The transformation had been such a complete shock, that it had taken him a minute before he had been able to speak.
He had babbled about how beautiful she looked, unable to get his thoughts straight, and she had blushed and thrown herself into his arms. She still didn't believe that she was beautiful, but the look on his face when she had looked up at him, and his difficulty in finding words to express himself, had made her happy none the less. They had spent a beautiful evening together and the memory of that night had stayed with her.
After wiping away the stray tear that had run down her cheek as she watched Gabriel, Bella headed to the kitchen. As quietly as she could, she began to prepare breakfast. It meant a lot to her to be able to make his breakfast in the morning. She had never enjoyed cooking before, but there was something about caring for him in these little ways that filled her with pride and joy. He told her all the time that he was a grown man and had been doing these things for himself for a long time, but she insisted.
She began by putting on the coffee, then went to the fridge to pull out an assortment of fruit. As quietly as she could, she washed it all, then laid it out before her on the counter. After a minute of searching around the foreign kitchen, she found a cutting board and a big bowl. She began expertly peeling and cutting up the fruit to make an exquisite fruit salad, which she placed in the glass bowl and mixed together. Setting the salad in the fridge, she found another bowl and began to mix together the ingredients to make crêpes. As the first one began to cook in the pan, she snuck a look at the love of her life, and found that he was still sleeping peacefully in the huge comfortable bed. Bella alternated between cooking the crêpes and setting the table. Once it was all finished, she slipped the crêpes into the oven to keep warm, and then carefully looked over her preparations, ensuring everything was perfect, before heading back to bed with a smile.
Gabriel was sleeping on his back, completely naked, save for the blanket covering him. Bella gently peeled the blanket up from the bottom of the bed to expose his legs and groin, tugged his legs apart further, and then crawled up between them. Her body already tingling with desire, she lowered her head down and softly nuzzled her face into his crotch. After lightly kissing the head of his cock, she let her tongue snake out to lick his balls.
Gabriel growled low and opened his legs more to accommodate her. She licked his balls thoroughly, taking the time to suck on each one before sucking his growing cock into her hot little mouth. Bella loved waking him up this way, but since she was usually attached to their bed at night, using her tongue to rouse him was not always possible.
She felt her own wetness grow as his dick began to swell in her mouth. Using long, slow strokes at first, she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of his growing dick on her tongue and the taste of him in her mouth. He pushed his hips up towards her greedy mouth, forcing her to take him deeper. Bella moaned and squirmed as she felt him fill her. His fingers laced through her hair and guided her head over his swollen member at a steady pace.
"You're a hungry little slut," he growled as he directed her movements with his hand. Bella whimpered her agreement as he filled her mouth and began to squirm more as her desire grew. "Show me how much of an eager little whore you are," he rumbled, releasing his grip on her hair.
Bella didn't need to be told twice. She was already teaming with desire and could feel her wetness spreading to her thighs. Letting his cock slide from her mouth, she lowered her head back to his sack and began lapping at him thirstily. "Oh fuck yes," he called out as she sucked him into her mouth. Bella spread her legs and began to rub herself up against the bed, moaning and whimpering as she pleasured him. She could feel his cock stiffen even more against her face as the sounds of her arousal reached his ears. Dipping her head under his jewels, she began licking feverishly at the very base of his cock, through the underside of his sack. "Fuck, you know how much I love that you dirty little slut," he groaned as she increased the pressure with her tongue.
She could smell her own arousal now and wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back. Moving back to his stiff dick, she took him deeply into her mouth as she tried desperately to get some relief by rubbing her wet cunt against the bed. Gabriel entwined his fingers in her hair again and began thrusting up hard into her willing mouth. She pleaded with her whimpers, adoring the feeling of his cock in her mouth, but needing release as her desire reached the boiling point.
Pushing her off of him, she fell to her side on the bed, but before she could right herself, Gabriel was above her, throwing her face down on the bed. Grabbing her by the hips and lifting her onto her hands and knees, he thrust his cock into her dripping pussy, forcing her to cry out with pleasure. "Oh god," she screamed into the pillow as he drilled her with his cock. Grabbing her by the hair, he jerked her head up, forcing her to arch her back, so that he could hear her screams and moans. "Oh please, my Master," she begged, as her moans became louder and her breath more ragged.
