Rachael started to stir and wake from her dreams slowly. When she came fully awake she felt the weight of the arm that was draped possessively across her waist and became more aware of the naked male body that was nestled against her back. From where she lay, she let her eyes travel around the room as her mind began to process that she was in Sir's room and was in Sir's bed.
She felt panic begin to rise when she couldn't remember how she came to be in his bed or how she got upstairs. The last things she could recall was being on the living room floor, the warm fire, and under Sir... as he answered her pleas and made his first claim on her. Rachael sighed slightly and smiled, as the remembered images filled her mind again.
She saw herself; a pillow folded beneath her hips; her ass in the air... and heard again the words she spoke to Sir as she begged him to fill her ass... and he did. She heard again her screams of joy, and of pain – though slight – as Sir began to build to a faster tempo and her ears heard his primal bellow echo inside her head in much the same way it had tumbled from his chest last night.
She felt the gooseflesh on her arms as she tightly clenched the cheeks of her ass and felt the slight stab of answering pain – which immediately brought a smile to her lips as she relaxed them – and could almost feel Sir's hard cock still filling her ass. She had told him that she wanted to be able to still feel him inside her today as she had felt him inside her ass for the first time last night.
Rachael tilted her head so she could look at the face of the clock then raised the sheet and thermal blanket slightly so as not to disturb Sir, and eased out from under the arm and the bed linens. She walked across the room to the bathroom, quietly closed the door, and made her abolutions very quick.
Slipping into the robe she had worn the night before and stepping into her slippers, she re-opened the door and walked across the bedroom floor, out the door, across the landing and then down the stairs. She crossed to the fireplace, moved the screen, and poked at the still hot coals until a flame flickered and then came to life. She added shredded paper; a few logs and pinecones, replaced the screen then turned and headed for the kitchen.
As she passed one of the long narrow windows in the living room, she paused to lift the heavy curtain panel and look outside. It was still dark out, but her eyes took in the scene that lay before her. It was so beautiful and still, it had her gasping softly. The snow was still falling and the sloping front lawn was covered in a thick blanket of white. The street lamps cast an eerie glow when you looked at them through the falling snow.
She could feel how cold it was outside as she brought her hand within inches of the pane of glass, and she watched the glass steam up when she brought her lips down to breathe on it. She shivered from the coldness, dropped the panel back in place, turned and continued on her way to the kitchen.
After she started the coffee, she got out flour, sugar, vanilla, mixing bowls, and measuring cups out of the pantry. She then turned to the fridge and got out eggs, milk, sausage, and took some containers down from the freezer, setting them in a sink of not-too-hot water. She then turned and headed into the dining room, gathered the placemats and cutlery from the marble-topped sideboard; then headed into the living room to set the coffee table for a cozy breakfast. Once that was done and ready, she headed back to the kitchen.
Once there, she became so engrossed in her task that she didn't hear the kitchen door swing open nor did she see the figure of the man standing silently in the doorway as a light grin lifted the corners of the full-lipped mouth until she turned to place the coffee carafe, cups, and saucers onto the tray she had waiting to carry back into the living room.
"Good morning, little Rachael," He said as He crossed the kitchen floor. "I trust you slept well?"
"Sir! Rodger! You startled me! I didn't even hear You come in!"
She jumped slightly and her eyes were nearly as big as the saucers she held. The cups rattled against the saucers and Rodger reached out suddenly to quickly take them from her shaking fingers.
She was back in control of herself when she turned back to the stove and began to flip the crepe then ease the fluffy, thin golden delicacy onto the waiting plate. She then poured the last of the batter into the pan; concentrating on her task and her timing. The plastic containers she had taken out of the freezer ended up finally having to go into the microwave to be thawed.
This also warmed the frozen fruits from the inside out and created a thick juice that could act as syrup. She had also sliced some bananas and had a small bowl of clotted cream on the tray. She flipped the last crepe onto the plate with the others, covered them with a piece of cheesecloth and after turning the stove off, she turned toward Rodger; saw that he held the tray and was at the door, waiting for her to follow.
The pair headed into the now warm living room and Rachael noted that the fire she had started was now at full life... with logs crackling and popping and sending sparks up into the chimney. She felt the cheeks of her ass clench again and then heard Sir's soft chuckle and she felt warmth fill her face.
Rodger took the plate of crepes and set it down on the waiting coffee table before he spoke.
"Pleasant memory, child?" He couldn't resist chuckling again as her face pinkened.
"I certainly hope so. You didn't answer me when we stood in the kitchen, but I realize you were intent on the stove and the timing for the crepe. Did you sleep well? I know I did. If you're wondering how or when you came to be in my bed, I carried you up last night.
"Do you remember screaming in passion, and probably pain?" He waited for her reply.
"To your first question; the answer is Yes, I slept quite well. I don't even know if I moved during the night.
"To your second question, my reply is that I vaguely remember screaming Sir. The feeling of fullness that You told me to expect and that I would experience as a result of You pushing your cock into me... was more intense than anything I have felt before, and then all I can remember was feeling the heat of the first spurt and not much after that."
Rachael chewed on her lower lip and avoided Sir's eyes as she poured His coffee. She then layered crepes onto his plate, topped them with still warm fruit and juice, added a dollop of clotted cream, added some sausage then handed Him the plate.
After fixing her plate, she flipped up the hem of her robe before she sat down and saw that her towel was already in place. She looked across the table and smiled softly.
"You're welcome, little Rachael." He nodded his approval when he saw her flip the hem of her robe up, then sat down.
"Good girl. I see you remember I want you to move your robe out of the way before you sit. I am pleased that I did not have to remind you; that you remembered all on your own.
"After we have finished this delicious breakfast and you have completed straightening the kitchen and loading the dishwasher, if the dishwasher needs to be run... go ahead and run it. If not, and you think it can wait until later; then we will leave it.
"Then I want you to bring the pen and pad of paper you keep in the kitchen, in here and sit down while we make a long grocery list as well as a list of any other incidentals you think we may need or will be needing. It looks as if this storm is going to be staying around for a while."
Just as Rachael was about to cross her legs so she could rest her plate on one, Rodger halted the leg's movement as His hand squeezed just above the knee.
"Always remember Rachael, that when you sit next to me, you are to be...
always accessible
."
They ate in companionable silence until both were comfortably satisfied. The coffee carafe was empty, the crepes and sausages gone, and only a little of the fruit remained in the small dishes Rachael had transferred them into. She was not about to put storage containers on the table.
She felt the shudder that traveled down her spine and then back up as she heard the words of anger explode again inside her head. As she choked on her last sip of coffee and moved her arm to put the cup down, it rattled against the saucer, tipping over before she could set it upright.
"I'm so sorry for being clumsy Sir. I'll wipe it up and put the mats into a cold water soak."
She hurriedly dabbed at the spilled coffee and didn't look up at Rodger as she spoke. She didn't want to see if He wore an angry expression or to hear His words of scolding at her carelessness.
"Please excuse me Sir. Let me clean up and then We can get started on the lists You want."
She started to rise as her words came out strained and strangled as she tried to speak over the lump that was suddenly in the middle of her throat.
Rodger looked up when he had heard the cup rattle against the saucer and saw it tip before Rachael could set it upright and he watched as the expression of growing alarm registered on the face of the girl across the table from him.
As he waited for her to speak, and when she did, the apology that came forth was not at all what he had wanted to hear.
"Rachael? No, you are not excused. Tell me, are you alright?" Concern etched his words, but he got no response from her.
"Rachael! Look at me!" He ordered.
Her head snapped up and he saw the tears glistening on her cheek before she could duck her head down and hide them from him.
