Authors Note: This is a chapter in this series primarily based in BDSM practises. If that is not to your tastes please stop reading and find one of the other wonderful stories on this site more suited to your kink. This chapter is considerably longer than usual but those who follow Bella's story will realise I had some bridging of events to do before her next adventure. I am grateful for everyone's patience with my writing. I hope you enjoy this extended chapter. Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. ~ellie
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Confident that Dorothea was recovering well Bella threw herself back into work. She left home early, after a very quick greeting with Rob each morning and she stayed late pouring over her plans and the suggestions and amendments made by Rhys and in some cases Andrew.
Andrew had returned from Europe having made several contacts, as well as a number of discoveries available to them closer to home. Bella had been excited by the detail he had put into his reports on jewellers and glass makers. He tended, like her away to stay away from the mass produced stock that drew in the average tourist but rather found small out of the way boutique shops in which to make his enquiries. The photos and samples that accompanied his reports made her wistful as she remembered her own time in Venice with Mel and her exploration of the small boutique stores.
Bella went to the display case that housed the Pandora bracelet Mel had given her and gently lifted it from the lifelike hand that held it dripping from long fingers. Her heart ached for that time and what it had brought her. She felt the tears once again sting the back of her eyes and she took a shuddering breath looking around the room in which she stood. Mel had given her the means to create this, the people and the money, he had made sure that she would want for nothing even after his death.
She knew she still loved Mel, how could she not. Each time she thought of him now though, Stephen would crowd her thoughts confusing her. She touched her lips as she often did when she thought about Stephen, he was so like Mel but yet so different. He was confident, demanding, controlling and like Mel had a softer side that few people got to see that she had only had a small glimpse of as yet. He wasn't a commander and chief of all those around him though. Mel had been king of his domain whether at work or at play, whereas Stephen showed deference to those he respected. He worked alongside people as easily as he led from the front.
Bella checked her watch and placed the bracelet back in position. She had effectively managed to avoid Seeing Stephen over the past few days by arranging evening dates with Kurt or Rob to see Dorothea and having them take her home. Her absence from the club had been noted and commented on though and she found herself accepting a dinner invitation from Jake knowing that Stephen would be present.
In truth, she had missed his constant presence in her world and her thoughts were clouded with him all day every day despite her attempts to stop them. Dorothea's words and encouragement making her realise she needed time to assess how she felt deep within herself rather than being carried along by the decisions of others. She had committed to the training and it was important to her to continue that journey. Not just for the experience but because she knew that these friends had offered to continue her training as Mel had once wanted it to be. She needed to show that she would honour the commitments she made, not break them.
Over the last week and a half, Bella had also kept busy by meeting with Nyx and following a training and study regime to understand the lifestyle associated with Gorean beliefs. She found it fascinating that a lifestyle could be based on a series of books. Not so much the books themselves but the ideas and doctrines they held. She loved the dancing, serving and games that the women all practised. Even still, she knew before ever experiencing it, that to be given no name, no rights, no choices at all, was not the lifestyle she was destined for.
Even with Mel's need for total control over her life he had given her choices, safe words and loving praise. Choices of their own were not a part of a Gorean woman's life in the strictest sense. Nyx had worked hard over many years to have a voice that her Master listened to when it came to women's matters. Even still she knew her place and remained within the tight boundaries of her chosen lifestyle. The pure sexuality of the way Gorean women moved through life, and the way the performed even the most menial of chores, like serving food or drink drove Bella to continue and seek out more information.
Bella padded back to her desk with the practised movements that Nyx had so patiently taught her. She glided rather than stepped and by imagining a line between herself and her destination placed her feet to the centre of her balance causing a small roll in her hips. Keeping her posture perfect, she bent at the knees to retrieve her leather laptop bag and packed her things to leave for the day. Then walking slowly and deliberately she went to see Kurt and check in with him as she did at the end of each day.
"Ah, leaving at a reasonable time today," Kurt said as she entered his office.
"I've been so busy since I have been back," Bella smiled. "Its all coming together so well, I am excited about the prospective artisans I was hoping to go and see one this weekend, with Andrew of course."
"Your weekends are your own, you could go any work day as long as you cleared it with us," Kurt frowned at her.
"This one is a bit elusive, but I have found the markets where she normally runs a stall on Sundays," Bella laughed. "I want to see the range she has on display and chat to her as a customer first." Kurt looked dubious. Bella wanted original one off pieces for her boutique style store and in theory he agreed. The reality of continually sourcing enough stock to maintain the business would be a sticking point unless she brought in full time artisans. Her insistence of looking at and courting hobbyists bothered him.
"I promise I have taken on board what you have said about looking at the big picture and long term prospects. Even with a couple of full-time artisans, it won't hurt to have contacts like this that we can go to on occasion to some unique pieces," Bella read his misgivings on his face.
"So do you have a date tonight or something you are rushing off to?" Kurt changed the subject having gotten the answer he needed without having to ask a question.
"Oh yes," she grinned, "a romantic little gathering with Stephen and Jake."
"Sarcasm is not one of your better qualities," his voice held displeasure and she immediately felt the rebuke.
"I'm sorry, Master Kurt," Bella stumbled over her words as she was reminded of her place. She began to chew her lip wondering if she would ever successfully navigate the fine line between being a small partner here at the company and being the submissive they all knew her to be.
"I have a date of my own tonight so I will walk out with you," Kurt smiled seeing the confusion on Bella's face. "Dianne has some personal business to attend to, so I am having dinner with Dorothea."
Bella held back the comment that was on her lips about a hot date like that making Dianne jealous, but let a small smile creep over her lips. As if reading her mind Kurt added, "Dianne is understandably jealous." Bella couldn't help but giggle at that and they left Kurt's office heading down to the parking garage.
The drive to the club was short and as Bella climbed from the car in the parking garage she wondered if she should go upstairs and change into something more suitable for the club. She checked her watch as the elevator doors opened and deciding she probably didn't have time looked up to see Stephen watching her.
"Good evening Bella," Stephen smiled.
"Good evening, Sir Stephen," Bella replied equally formally and stepped into the elevator. She felt his hand come to rest on the nape of her neck and watched slightly surprised when he pressed the third-floor button. She looked up at him questioningly.
"We will wait while you change into something more appropriate," his voice rumbled in answer and she nodded silently looking down at her business suit. It was that fine line between company girl and submissive again and she knew she had to find a better way to deal with it.