Rising Tide

~~Minneapolis, MN; February 2066~~

Annabella answered the door, giving Jade a beaming smile. “Jade! You came!” She exclaimed, stepping back and drawing Jade into the house with gentle hands. “And you’ve brought gifts?” Her face turned perplexed, one hand dropping to cover her stomach.

“Yes, for your little one,” Jade murmured shyly. “I’ve also brought rolls, though I fear I am not anywhere near as accomplished a cook as you.”

Annabella giggled and kissed Jade’s cheek, “You’re adorable.” She drew Jade to her side and walked in with her. She guided her into the living room chatting quietly with her friend and discussing how excited she was for her baby.

“Master Michael,” Jade greeted Michael with a slight incline of her head and a smile.

“Jade, glad you could make it. How have you been?” Michael asked, giving her a beaming smile as Annabella moved to tuck herself under his arm and into his side naturally.

“I am well, thank you Master Michael,” Jade responded. “Per our agreement I will not discuss business with you tonight, however I will state that you have some files to peruse on Monday. They are in your email.” She winked at Annabella who giggled softly.

“You’re too good to us,” Michael murmured fondly. “So what gift is my darling slave holding?”

“A present for your little one. As you weren’t sure of sex yet I went with something gender neutral, and something for Mommy after the baby is born.” Jade gave another shy smile.

Annabella looked at her, then opened the box. First, she pulled out a T-shirt and an adorable onesie. The T-shirt read ‘You’re killing me Smalls’ and the onesie read ‘Smalls’. Annabella started giggling softly, then dug further and found a booklet that had different maid services and an offer from Jade to babysit a couple of times a month for them to have a night out. “Oh, Jade,” Annabella said with a soft laugh, throwing her arms around Jade’s neck. “You’re wonderful.”

Jade smiled fondly, rubbing Annabella’s back as she started crying happy tears. “Easy, you’re going to get all snotty. Just breathe and go eat some chocolate.” At the suggestion, Annabella started giggling through her tears. “Now, tell me about what your plan is for the nursery and I’ll see where I can help.” Annabella giggled and led her away, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief as she did so.

Annabella talked about it, gesturing how she wanted a mural in the nursery, then started talking about cribs and the other things, and chattering away happily to Jade about her plans for purchases. She was so relieved and happy someone was interested in what she wanted and had to say. “And Master said for me to do whatever I wanted, but every time I’ve talked with someone, they’ve asked me what he thinks.” Annabella trailed off, “Why aren’t you?”

“Are you a grown woman?” At Annabella’s nod, “Is he a grown man?” She nodded again, her brow still confused, “You’re married, having a kid together, it’s between the two of you if you’ve talked about it or not. None of my business. However, you just said he told you to do what you want, so why would we need to ask him?”

Annabella giggled, “You and Jasmine would get along so well. Logic, the bane of all idiots.” Jade snickered softly.

“I heard my name?” Jasmine stepped in giving Jade and Annabella a smile.

“Logic,” Annabella stated with a fond smile. “Jade this is Jasmine, Jasmine this is Jade.” She teared up and tugged them into a hug, “I’m so glad you two are here.”

Jasmine hugged her back, “Hey you’re going to get all snotty if you keep this up.” Prompting Annabella to burst into teary laughter.

Jasmine looked at Jade, quirking a brow. “I may have said that not twenty minutes ago,” Jade offered sheepishly with a shy smile.

“Clever girl. You, I like you.” Jasmine said with a giggling laugh and drew them into a hug. “So let’s go see what our Masters are up to, and you can keep telling us all about your nursery plans.”

Annabella walked with them back towards the main room, bracketed by the two of them and her hands gesturing excitedly as she explained her plans for the baby’s room. Jade smiled slightly as she listened, glancing up at Michael with a faint smirk, “Yes, Master Michael, I’m getting it all down,” she tapped her temple, “I’ll make arrangements to make it happen.”

Annabella looked from Michael to Jade in confusion, “Huh?”

“I told Master Michael I would help arrange for someone to come do what you want to the baby room to limit the amount of time you’re around paint fumes. I’ve got about twelve college students that are eager to expand their portfolio.” Jade said, an impish smirk crossing her lips.

Over the next half hour, several people trickled in. Mostly couples. A couple of singles. Most of them were regulars at the group’s munches. With each, Michael seemed a little more downcast. The doorbell rang again. He went to open it and Annabella heard him exclaim, “You found it! It’s good to see you again, Zane!” He was hugging someone in the doorway.

Annabella kept her arm through Jade’s and led her over to see who Michael was so happily greeting, “Master?”

Michael turned his head, “Zane, meet my Annabella. Anna, this is Master Zane. He took over Future Power Designs from Master Bryan when he retired to Alaska. Zane, this is my wife and slave, Annabella.”

Annabella smiled up at Zane, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Master Zane.” She released Jade to slip under Michael’s arm, tucking into his side. “I’m glad you could make it. This is my friend Jade.” She gestured to Jade who was still busily typing into her commlink the notes that Annabella had given her.

Zane looked at her for a moment to see what she did, then cleared his throat softly. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Jade.” Turning back to Michael after a couple of moments, he pulled a bottle from behind his back. “Are you still a single malt guy?”

“Yes, I am,” he smiled at Zane as he held out a bottle.

Jade lifted her head, the glaze clearing from her eyes, “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. My apologies, I was trying to get Annabella’s baby list down so I wouldn’t forget it.”

Zane turned to look at her again, then at Annabella. “Congratulations,” he said warmly. “It’s good that you have friends to help. I know the saying that ‘it takes a village’ seems trite, but having good friends around to ease the challenges of birthing and raising a child is a huge blessing.”

Annabella smiled, blushing slightly as her hand dropped to the small bump of her stomach, “Thank you, Master Zane. We’re very pleased.” She leaned in and whispered, “I’m a little excited.”

He winked at Jade, then whispered to Annabella conspiratorially, but loud enough that Jade could hear, “I think you’re supposed to be. It doesn’t work as well if you’re not. Or so I’m told…”

Annabella giggled, blushing again, then snuggled into Michael’s side, “Please, come in.” They stepped back so Zane could enter.

Jade moved further back to give them space in the entryway, “I’ll excuse myself and go get some measurements, Annabella.” She smiled at Master Zane again, “It was a pleasure to meet you and I hope you enjoy yourself, Master Zane.” She turned and headed down the hallway towards what would be the baby’s room.

Zane watched her go, then chuckled softly, “She’s cute. Been coming to your MAsT meetings long?”

Michael watched her go, looking down at Annabella with a raised brow, “When she can she comes. She’s not much for the…,” he trailed off gesturing to the single men flocking around the uncollared girls intensely, “But she’s been invaluable to us.” He smirked at Zane, “She produces all the videos.”

Zane’s eyes widened. “Get out! She did those? That’s some good work,” he said, his voice sounding extremely impressed. “And she isn’t interested in the neophytes?” he chuckled. Michael shook his head. “Intelligent, capable, and has taste and standards. How about that…” he mused.

Annabella spoke up, her voice soft, “She’s wonderful.” Annabella giggled and pulled out the shirt and onesie, “She gave me these along with a book for house cleaners and offered to babysit for us.”

Zane looked at the single ‘Masters’ and asked softly, “Any of them worth mentoring?”

Michael sighed, and shrugged noncommittally. “Maybe someday. Problem is, this isn’t something you just walk up to the right kind of person and say, ‘Hey, are you interested in being a Master to a slave?’ You have to have more tact than that. So much of it is people coming to us. The few that are worth it get noticed and the rest get weeded out.”

Zane grunted, “My advice? Keep her away from them. She’s worth something.”

Annabella wrinkled her nose, “That’s why she’s been staying close to me and Jasmine. She doesn’t want a bedroom Master.” She giggled, and kissed Michael’s cheek, “I’m going to go check on dinner.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, reaching down and squeezing her ass. As she walked off, he turned to Zane. “So, your flight was OK?”

Zane nodded, “It’s a plane ride. Gets you from point A to point B, even if it was First Class. I’ll be here for a couple of days. I’m trying to recruit some talent out of UMN. They’ve got a couple of promising Ph.D. students that I think would work out well with us. But it gets me out of the office too.”

“That’s important. All work and no play make you prematurely old. Like me,” Michael chuckled. “Come on in. I’ll go put this away and get you something to drink and we can introduce you around a little.”

Zane nodded and followed Michel to the alcohol bar where he placed the bottle of whiskey among the others there and poured from one that was already open, handing a glass with two fingers of the amber liquid and a single ice cube to Zane. Raising the glass in a salute, he took a sip. “Dear God it’s good to be around someone who understands that beer and wine coolers are not ‘fine drinking’. Most of my engineers haven’t quite figured that one out yet.”

From over the din, Zane heard another voice, “Did he finally get here, Mike?”

Michael waved to someone behind him and Zane turned to see a tall, middle-aged black man walking toward them with a smile. “Zane, you remember James Phelps, my VP?”

Zane smiled and nodded, “Of course. James, It’s good to see you again. How have you and Jasmine been?”

“Practically perfect in every way,” James said brightly, his arm around a slightly shorter black woman with big, curly hair, who was also beaming. “Zane, good to see you again. You remember my Jasmine?” At his nod, James continued, “Glad your flight made it in time. You have accommodations, yes? If not, I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Zane nodded, “Hotel Ivy, downtown.”

James nodded, “Nice hotel, but lonely.” He looked at Jasmine for a moment.

Jasmine looked at him, then nodded with a slight shrug, “Of course you’re welcome to stay with us, Master Zane. Annabella can testify to how comfortable our guest room is.”

“If you don’t mind the monkey sex noises,” Annabella muttered under her breath before popping a chocolate-covered strawberry into her mouth as she walked up.

Zane smiled and chuckled, “What exactly is the point of having a slave if you can’t use them as you see fit?”

Annabella wrinkled her nose, “This is true,” she snuggled into Michael’s side looking up at him with a soft loving smile.

Zane thought about things for a moment, then nodded, “I’ll call the hotel and cancel if it’s alright. It would be nice to stay with people who understand.”

“Of course,” James said, smiling at him and clapping his shoulder. Zane stepped out to make the phone call.

It was close to twenty minutes later that Jade rejoined the party, this time she had a small silver collar snapped around her neck. Annabella raised a brow, “What happened?” She asked, stepping closer to Jade and asking softly.

“Avoiding an aggressive,” Jade responded just as softly and quietly. “It’s fine, princess. Don’t stress it.” Annabella huffed and hugged Jade with a grumpy face.

Zane was talking back and forth with Michael and James, who were currently grilling him about how he was getting along in Silicon Valley. “So have you found anyone worth considering yet?” James asked.

Zane shook his head. “Too many socialites. Not enough substance,” he said with a sigh.

“Let’s focus on something more enjoyable,” Jade said, giving Annabella and Jasmine a smile as she slid her commlink out and started engaging the two women in baby talk causing many of the bedroom slaves to move further away. Jade spent several more minutes focused on that, her eyes flicking up to watch the Masters warily before refocusing on Annabella. “I can have the first one out on Monday, but the rest have classes until Thursday and will need to swap off.” She tapped her nose, “No painting yourself.”

Annabella pouted up at her, “But I want to help.”

“Master Michael,” Jade called when Michael turned to look at her. Jade gave him a winning smile, “Your Annabella wants to paint in her condition, Master Michael.”

Annabella huffed and crossed her arms, “Not fair.”

Michael looked up. “No painting. You know better,” he said firmly, giving Jade a grateful smile.

Zane looked at them. “Do you… need help? I’ll have a couple of interviews to do on the campus, but otherwise, I’m free. I may not be able to paint you a Bryan Wolbeck, but I can slop paint on a wall well enough,” he offered.

Jade chewed on her lower lip for a moment, then gave him a small smile, “If you would like and Master Michael is ok with it… I had planned on doing a base primer coat tomorrow. After everything…,” she trailed off, ducking her head slightly and moving around Annabella her eyes shifting to warily watch one of the younger Masters.

Zane caught her gaze and looked where she was looking. Realizing what was happening, he murmured to Michael and James, “If you’ll excuse me…” before stepping close to Annabella and putting his arm around Jade’s middle back. “Relax. You’re safe. I see it,” he murmured. Looking confidently at the man who was eyeing her until he made eye contact, he continued the stare until the other man backed down and turned away. When he had gone, Zane slowly released her. “Better?” he asked softly with a warm voice.

She nodded slightly, ducking her head, “Didn’t want to make a fuss,” she murmured barely above a breath. “Thank you, Master Zane. He didn’t do anything overt just…,” she trailed off, a blush on her cheeks as she looked down at her hands, “uncomfortable.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. OK? You are a guest here as well and have every right to feel comfortable in Michael’s house. If you’re not, then something’s wrong. You let him or James or me know, and we’ll fix it,” he said confidently, the soft, warm tone not leaving his voice.

“Yes, Master Zane,” she murmured slightly, looking up at him trustingly before ducking her head slightly again, a blush on her cheeks. “Thank you, Master Zane.”

“Of course, Jade,” he smiled. Looking up at Michael who had almost a bemused smile on his lips, Zane rolled his eyes before turning back to her, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you sit next to me at dinner? I’ll help keep your… undesired, would-be friend from bothering you and you can talk with Annabelle and Jasmine with fewer interruptions that way. How does that sound?”

She chewed on her bottom lip, then nodded slightly, “That sounds good, Master Zane.” She looked up at him, her eyes slightly worried, “I don’t want to interfere with your conversation with Master Michael and Master James,…”

He waved dismissively. “I’m in town through Thursday at least. There’s plenty of time,” he smiled.

“As it pleases you to do so, Master Zane,” she gave him a small, soft smile, still biting her lower lip.

“Helping a lady such as yourself is never the wrong idea,” he murmured, before placing his hand at the small of her back and guiding her back over toward Michael, James, and their wives.

She shivered slightly at the feel of his warm hand on her, then pressed closer into his side, ducking her head as she pondered the warmth and safety she felt around him. It was new, something she typically only felt with Michael and James.

As they approached the group, Zane murmured, loud enough for them to hear, “I have rescued the damsel in distress from a vile dragon, and now bring her back to the council elders.” He smiled, then seeing that neither Michael nor James got his joke, he sighed. “I have got to find me some geekier friends…,” he muttered. Jade giggled softly, covering her mouth with her hand as she did so. He gestured at her before looking back at them, “At least someone understands… uncultured swine…”

James looked at him baffled, “What… in the hell are you on about, Zane?”

“You’ve never… played a role-playing game, have you?” Zane murmured.

“Nope. What gave me away?” James poked back.

Raising one eyebrow, Zane muttered under his breath, “Seriously… I really need to get me some geekier friends…”

Jade murmured under her breath, “Shiney math rocks go click-clack, needs the more all the more.”

Zane’s eyes widened and he looked at her. “You wonderful woman, you,” he murmured in surprise.

Jasmine looked at Annabelle, “Do you have… any… idea what they’re talking about?”

Annabelle shrugged, and offered, “Role… playing… games?”

Jasmine stuck her tongue out at Annabelle, “Gee. Thanks, Sherlock.”

Jade giggled, her nose wrinkled, then she pulled out her commlink, biting her lip, she flicked her fingers over it, then pressed a button, she handed it to him, “My gaming room, Master Zane.”

Zane took the commlink and looked at the picture, his smile going soft as he took in the books and paraphernalia and the nice gaming table. “A woman after my own heart.” He paused, then blushed, “I know it’s supposed to be, ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’, but… I have to confess,” he coughed slightly, “I don’t actually have a photo of my gaming room. I’ve never actually needed one. And now I’m going to have to take one so that the next time some random person decides to geek out with me, I have something to show them…,” he smiled, chuckling softly.

She smiled up at him, “We’re a rare breed, Master Zane.” She looked down at the picture fondly, “I took this because when I run an online tabletop this is my setup. I prefer the feel of the dice in my hand and the clatter of the bounce far more than the algorithm on a screen.” She pointed, “I’ve got a laptop with a camera set up there to display the table when I’m hosting or running and I can’t find players local to my house.”

“It’s amazing how that tactile response changes gaming. There’s just something to… holding and rolling dice, or cracking open a paper book…,” he shrugged. “I stare at computers all day. Holding something that’s not a ‘screen’ is soothing.”

“And you don’t get the same smell,” Jade murmured almost confessing, “There’s just that new book smell that you can’t get with a tablet.” She slid her commlink away, and leaned into his side again, “If you want, since you’re going to be here for a bit, maybe…” she paused, chewing on her lower lip then looked up at him, “Could show you?”

Zane smiled, “I’d like that, Jade. I’d like that a lot. That’s very kind of you.”

She smiled and ducked her head, blushing slightly, “Just don’t get weird about my electronics, supercomputer guru man.” She giggled softly, “Everything I’ve got was foisted on me by Master Michael. Except for my camera.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “I promise I won’t get weird about your electronics. But if you ever need advice about what to get and you want to talk to someone who actually knows what they’re talking about, I’ll leave you my business card,” he chuckled looking at Michael who managed to look offended, mostly.

“Hey, her computers were ancient, antiquities even,” Michael stated firmly.

“They were only eight years old,” Jade responded, her nose wrinkled, “They still worked, Master Michael, sure they might have been slow to start, and occasionally needed a little love, but they worked.” She looked up at Zane, “Actually, I don’t suppose you know somebody who could give lessons? One of the computers that just arrived is a bit… I haven’t used Ubuntu since college.”

“Well…,” he trailed off, musing, “I do know a guy… He’s only going to be in town for a few days, but I hear there have been great advances in the technology of ‘remote desktops’ over the past seventy years…”

Her nose wrinkled slightly, “If he wouldn’t be too busy I’d love to have help.” She bit her lower lip, smiling up at him again, her eyes warm and trusting.

“I’ll have to have him check his schedule…,” he trailed off, pausing for a moment looking up at the ceiling before suddenly looking back at her. “He’s free,” he said simply with a smile.

She giggled with a soft blush, “Sounds like a plan then,” she bit her lower lip, “I can’t cook nearly as good as Annabella, but I would be happy to have you for a meal.”

“I would be honored, Jade,” he said sincerely.

She ducked her head, then saw Annabella smirking at her with an impish gleam in her eyes. Jade raised a brow, then giggled softly, “I see you.”

Annabella gave an innocent cherub smile, “You see nothing.” She giggled, rubbing her hand over her stomach, and leaned into Michael.

The meal was eaten, and the rest of the guests slowly trickled out as the time wore on, Michael saying his farewells to each as they left. Jade stayed close to Zane throughout the bulk of the evening, sitting with him at dinner, and then staying beside him until long after the other Master had left. As the evening wrapped up, Annabella grabbed Jasmine and Jade, dragging them out onto the back porch with a giggle.

Zane rubbed his temples in slow circles. “Gods, you put up with those inane slaves EVERY MAsT meeting? How do your slaves stand it? I can barely stand it…”

“Annabella has the patience of a saint,” Michael said, pressing the whiskey to his forehead, “And Jasmine is a sweet wonderful woman who is too good for James.”

James whipped his head around to Michael looking as if he was about to say something before he shrugged and nodded, “Yeah. Not going to lie. I lucked out big time.”

Michael turned back to Zane. “So… you and Jade?”

“I… don’t know. She’s intriguing as hell. Smart, kind… How about… we’ll see how it goes?” Zane offered.

“That’s fair,” Michael replied. “But for the record? She’s into you. We’ve been working together on our lifestyle videos for several years. I know her well enough to know that.”

Outside Jade was facing the same questions, “Yes, I feel safe and warm with him, no I don’t know where it’s going. He lives in California and I live… here,” Jade trailed off with a shrug, “He’s only here for a few days.”

“But you’re going to let him into your sanctuary,” Annabella murmured, her eyes wide.

“He’d appreciate it,” Jade said with another shrug and a sheepish smile.

Annabella giggled, then patted Jade’s hand, “Why don’t Jasmine and I go in, and send Zane out to talk with you?”

“If you must meddle,” Jade said, her nose wrinkled at Annabella as Jasmine giggled.

“Well, Michael and Anna met and fell in love quite quickly, less than a week wasn’t it?” Jasmine teased Annabella.

Jade giggled, “Oh fine, go matchmake.” She curled up in the chair, pulling the silver collar off and tucking it back into her handbag.

Jasmine and Annabella giggled and slipped into the house, making their way towards their Masters. Annabella looked at Zane, “We’re giving you a chance to talk with her alone, Master Zane.” She grinned and giggled softly.

He turned to James and Michael. “Your slaves are meddling…,”

Michael chuckled, “They do that. Are you telling me you don’t want to go out on that back patio and talk to her, though?” Zane looked at him for a moment, then stood and walked out the back without another word.

Outside, he found and sat next to Jade. “Our friends are playing matchmaker and are not being very subtle about it…,” he chuckled.

“I noticed,” she giggled softly, ducking her head as she looked down at her hands, “I don’t find myself being too upset with them, however. I’ve… really enjoyed tonight with you.” She looked up at him with a soft, shy smile.

“I’m glad. I worried I was the only one. I really would like to see you again, Jade. I’d like to see… what’s here. If there could be anything…,” Zane said softly. “You know I own a company in California. I can’t leave that. I’ve got too many people depending on me. But… it that’s not something that would be a… deal-breaker for you…,” he trailed off.

She reached up, tucking a hair behind her ear and giving him another soft, shy smile. “No, that wouldn’t be a deal-breaker. Most of my job is done remotely, to begin with.” She paused, then placed her hand on his gently, looking up into his eyes, “I’d like to explore with you, Master.”

She heard him sigh, and the relief on his face was evident. “I’m glad. I don’t… do… casual. I have a hard time in an in-between space. I need to either be ‘friends’ with a woman or ‘looking for something serious’. The rest is… too complicated.”

Her nose wrinkled slightly, and she chewed on her lower lip, “I like the warmth and safety I feel with you,” she murmured, almost confessionally. “I don’t want to lose that and I’d…” she paused for a moment, dropping her gaze as she continued quietly, almost shyly, “I’d like to experience more with you.”

He turned to more fully face her. “What would you like to experience, Jade? What can I do for you?”

She chewed on her lower lip, looking down at her hands quietly for several moments, then swallowed and looked up at him, “I’d like to hug you, Master. And… maybe if you’d like… kisses?” She blushed slightly but held his eyes despite the hope and trepidation in hers.

He smiled, “I would like that very much.” He slowly opened his arms and looked down at his lap. “I even have a convenient spot for that activity right here…”

She giggled softly, then eased into his lap before snuggling into his chest, “You’ll tell me if I get too heavy, right?” She asked, looking up at him as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She laid her head on his shoulder, relaxing into him with a soft sigh of pleasure, “Feels like home, Master.”

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” he smiled as he gently wrapped his arms around her. “I doubt you could get too heavy. I feel like I could hold you like this forever.”

She snuggled into him, then feeling bold she gently kissed his neck, breathing him in, “This is going to be very addictive very quickly, Master.”

“And is that a problem for you?” he asked softly, turning his head to look at her.

Jade looked up at him, her eyes warm, hopeful, and trusting, “Only in that I’m going to miss you a lot when you have to fly back to California.” She bit her lower lip, “You make me feel safe.” She leaned her head into his shoulder again, cuddling into him, “When would you like to visit my house, Master?”

“Whenever you are comfortable with me doing so, Jade,” He paused, then added, “I want you comfortable with every step of this. If this continues, I’m going to be asking a lot of you, and I don’t want to do that before you can trust that this is no game to me… that I am not simply… toying with your affections.”

She nodded against his chest, her mind pondering, “I trust you,” she stated after a few quiet moments. She pulled out her commlink, passing it between her hands for a moment, then unlocked it and put it into his hand, “If… you want to put your commlink number in.”

He smiled and did so, creating a contact that said simply ‘Master’ and sending himself a text. He handed her commlink back to her, then reached up to cup her cheek and turn her gaze to his. “Jade, Let me assure you that I am, in fact, not playing around. I don’t want you for a night. I want to see if this is going to be a forever thing. I don’t want you with anyone else during that process. I want to be your focus.” He bent and brushed his lips across hers, holding there for a moment, before pressing them more firmly to them for several moments. When he released them, he murmured, “You may reach me via text day or night. I will send you my work schedule as I know it so that you may reach me by phone when I am not already committed to something else.”

Jade looked up at him, her eyes slightly wide with wonder and hope. A soft whimper of pleasure at his kiss escaped into his mouth. Her nose crinkled slightly, “Yes, Master.” She chewed on her lower lip, as her arms tightened slightly and her brow furrowed, “Is it bad that even the thought of being with anyone but you makes me feel… icky and uncomfortable?” She tilted her head, “Outside of my current obligations and promises, I only want to give you my focus.”

He shook his head, “As the object of that feeling, I don’t think it’s bad at all. But obviously, my view is biased.” He paused for a long moment, then murmured, “One of the things I’ve learned to do is to trust my gut reaction. My gut tells me that this is going to work. I will put whatever I have to into this to make that happen if you decide that this is what you really want.”

She nodded, cuddling into his chest, her voice was soft, almost hesitant, “Would you like to come over tonight after this? Maybe talk some more without the meddling duo?”

“If you are comfortable with that, I would like that very much,” he replied. “But only if you are truly comfortable with that. I know this is a lot to take in. I know that the kind of commitment Michael and Annabella have, the kind I’m looking for, is not… easy. And it’s not something to make lightly, but Jade?” he paused until she was looking at him. “My gut tells me you’re worth it. Worth working and waiting for. You tell me what you’re ready for when, and we’ll go from there.”

She studied his eyes for several long silent minutes, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his gently, “I trust you, Master. I’d like to spend some more time talking with you. Discuss what your expectations are for your slave and what you mean when you say you’re going to ask a lot of me.”

He brushed his lips over hers again. “Then I guess we need to say our goodbyes. I can just tell James and Jasmine I’ll meet them at their house later…?” he trailed off, a soft question there.

She pondered for a moment, “I… I don’t have a guest bedroom…” she bit her lip, her eyes turning timid again, “Would you… want?”

“Would I want what, Jade? You can always ask me questions. I promise I will not get upset,” he said calmly.

“Would you want to share a bed with me?” She asked quietly, her voice whisper-soft and shy.

“If we’re speaking hypothetically, then I would say that it would take a dead man not to want to share a bed with you, and even then, I’m not certain they wouldn’t. If we’re talking practically, I’m afraid I need to answer that question with another question. Would my doing so make you uncomfortable? Or feel… pressured or pressed beyond what you are ready for?”

“No,” she stated simply, her eyes lifting to his again, “I feel comfortable and safe with you; like I’m where I belong.”

“I like when you look into my eyes when we talk. I don’t want you to be embarrassed with me. I will not hurt you. And I think you belong with me too.” He paused for a moment, then nodded, “Yes, I would like to share a bed with you. Thank you for the generous offer.”

She smiled shyly, biting her lower lip, then carefully entered her address and sent it to him in text, “So… you know where we’re going.” She tucked into his chest again, “I’ll try to look into your eyes more often, just… my training Master didn’t like it.” She shrugged and ducked her head, “I haven’t had a Master of my own since training ended. You’re the first that’s ever felt… right.”

“I understand. I’m not upset. But even though I am a Master, I am just a man. I am not a God. I do not require bowing or shame. I require obedience to what I choose to require you to obey. You are still a human being, still worthy. You would just be… MY human being.” He shrugged, “It will take time. I understand. I am patient. Yes, I would like to go to your home. Yes, I would like to stay there. Yes, I think we should say our goodbyes.” He helped her to stand, then did so himself, before bending and kissing her lips firmly once more. Just before he released them, he licked briefly at the skin there. A smile was on his lips as they parted.

She whimpered softly, her eyes once more filled with wonder and pleasure, “Yes, Master.” She held his hand as they went inside and said their goodbyes. She stuck her tongue out at Annabella’s knowing wink and Jasmine’s delighted giggle.

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Her house was a modestly sized two-bedroom. She arrived first and left the garage open so he could park his car inside next to hers. She shyly led him into the house, it was clean and well kept but not spotless. She showed him the living room, kitchen, and then to the second bedroom which hosted her gaming room setup. One of the things he found in there was that the picture didn’t do justice, and one shelving unit was dedicated to a wargame named Advanced Squad Leader. “What do you think, Master?”

“I’m wondering where you’ve been all my life, Jade,” he murmured with a smile, looking around the room. “Hex and counter wargames even. You truly are a rare breed.”

“I like playing them, I’m not very good at them,” she smiled up at him, then took his hand and led him to the bedroom. A queen-sized bed dominated the room, along with two nightstands. The rest of the room was fairly empty. “This is… me,” she murmured shyly. “There’s space in the closet, and the dresser is in there too.”

He shook his head. “No, this is a bedroom,” he murmured, stepping closer and pulling her into his arms against his body. “This… is you.”

She sighed in pleasure and melted against him, tucking her head under his chin, “Yes, Master.” She tightened her arms around him, “This feels good, comfortable.” She pressed a soft kiss to his neck.

“It’s supposed to. When it’s right, there should be nothing more comfortable in the world than the touch of her Master to a slave,” he said softly. “And you can just feel free to use your lips on whatever parts of me you would like. That feels… divine.”

She nodded, and nuzzled into his skin with another soft, gentle kiss, “Yes, Master.” She tilted her head back, looking up into his eyes, “May I have another kiss, Master?”

“Happily,” he murmured, then bent and claimed her lips once more. This time, his tongue pressed at her lips firmly, but gently. The act, a clear statement of what he expected and desired.

She whimpered her pleasure and parted her lips for his tongue, opening to him happily. She lightly sucked on his tongue, playing with it with her own before retreating to let him explore. One hand slid up to massage the back of his head tenderly in offering while the other held onto his waist and side.

When he finally released her mouth and their lips parted, his eyes were closed. A smile slowly formed on his lips. “Simply perfect…,” he breathed. His eyes slowly opened and looked into hers. “I know things are supposed to take longer in proper society and all, but… I’m going to take a page from Michael’s book and just start falling in love with you now. OK?”

“Yes, Master, I will do the same, Master.” She smiled up at him, her eyes soft in wonder. “What would you like to do now, Master? Do we want to get your things in from the car?” Her hand started stroking up and down his back, pressing him against her soft warmth.

“Well, doing so requires letting you go, and I’m not sure I’m entirely OK with that idea at this point…,” he murmured, a twitch in the corner of his mouth.

Her nose wrinkled slightly as she looked up at him, “Well, we could cuddle on the bed for a bit if you’d like?” She paused, biting her lower lip, “Of course getting naked for bed is also going to require letting go.” She tilted her head slightly, “I don’t wear clothes when I’m sleeping, except for during my monthlies, and then I only wear panties.”

His smile broadened. “You’re trying to make this easy, aren’t you. You normally bundle up in twenty layers, and you’re thinking, ‘I want him to fall in love with me so I’m going to tell him I sleep in the nude,’ right?” He chuckled, “I just wear boxers by the way.”

She licked her lips, then murmured, “I’m actually wearing more clothes than I usually do when I get home. I typically strip down and hang a robe by the door in case of unexpected company.” She rocked her body slightly, rubbing it against his, “What are you thinking, Master?”

He chuckled, “That, I guess, about covers the topic of ‘acceptable slave attire’ I’d planned on having.”

“I like spankings, and worshiping.” She paused, her eyes turning thoughtful, “I like bondage, but not contortion bondage, just pretty bondage. I don’t like getting slapped in the face, or about the head.” She snuggled into him again, “I’m not very good at cooking anything fancy, I can cook basic meals though. As you can see I like things clean, and tidy and I don’t need to be micromanaged.”

“Do you…,” he started, shaking his head in disbelief, “like… live in my head or something?” He reached up to cup her cheek with a soft smile. “Because you keep just checking things off the list of conversations that need to happen.”

Her nose wrinkled, “I don’t know, is there a comfortable armchair for me to sit in?” She grinned up at him teasingly.

He closed his eyes and scrunched them together for a moment, then opened them again. “There is now,” he said, before slowly releasing her. “Let’s go get my stuff. Then it’s time for bed. I want to feel the rest of your body…”

“Yes, Master. Yours, Master,” Jade murmured, taking a leap of faith with a slight blush. She stepped back as she released him, turning to head back towards the garage.

They brought in Zane’s suitcase and he took a few things out, mostly dress shirts and slacks, to hang up so that the wrinkles would fall out over the next couple of days. Finally, he turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

She smiled back at him, then with a slight blush she began to strip out of her clothes, carefully putting each article of clothing in the hamper before moving on to the next one. Finally, she was standing nude before him and looked up at him with hopeful eyes, “Your good girl, Master.”

His eyes wandered over her body for a long moment, before his voice rumbled, “Oh, God yes…”

She stepped forward, sliding her arms around his shoulders, and then pressed her body against his gently, “I think you’re wearing too many clothes for bed, Master. Would you like me to assist with that?”

He nodded, “I think that is a most wonderful idea, my slave. And for the record, I do not believe this will take any significant time at all…,”

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, then carefully stepped back to slowly strip him out of his clothes. She put his over the hamper rather than in it and then knelt to help him out of his pants and shoes before looking up at him, “Your good girl, Master.” She arched her body slightly into a supplicant pose.

“My good girl…,” he murmured in affirmation. “Tell me, Jade. Is this anything like what you expected to happen?”

“No Master,” Jade responded, her brow furrowing slightly, “I thought I’d be more…” she trailed off, grasping for the words, “Nervous… afraid?” She paused, then blushed, ducking her head but not moving her eyes from his, “I didn’t expect you.”

He stepped closer, cupping her chin and pressing his body to hers, his arousal blatantly obvious. “And are you still… comfortable? Is this… moving too fast?”

“I am still comfortable, Master. It is not moving too fast.” She smiled up at him, “Green, Master. Yours, Master.”

“Good, because I think we are rapidly approaching a point that if you told me you were no longer comfortable, there would need to be some serious healing because it would hurt so bad,” he admitted. “This… us… I’m already addicted.”

She bit her lower lip, smiling up at him, “Yours, Master. Anything, everything is yours. We’ll need to plan how to move forward logistically after tonight. But I feel safe, warm, and comfortable with you.” She paused, “You’re my home. My Master, I choose you.”

He nodded. “Bed,” he said firmly, quickly scooping her up and depositing her on the bed before walking around to the other side and getting in under the covers. When she had done so as well, he reached out and pulled her to him, his heat warming her. One arm wrapped around her and reached up to grip one breast with his hand. Burying his nose in her hair and neck, he rumbled in her ear, “MINE.”

She whimpered softly in submission and melted back against him, tucking into his chest, “Yours, Master. All for you.” The pair fell asleep like that and had the best night’s rest either had experienced in years.

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She woke up slowly, feeling safe and warm, she shifted slightly only to feel an arm tighten around her. She relaxed as the events of the night before flooded into her mind. “Good morning, Master,” she murmured, not wanting to wake him if he was still asleep.

“My slave… My Jade…,” he mumbled in his semi-conscious state. He threw one leg over hers and pulled her back against him, nuzzling into her neck as he did.

She whimpered and sighed in pleasure, melting into him. She gently stroked her hand up and down his arm, enjoying his warmth and closeness. “Yes, Master. Your slave, your Jade.”

They lay like that for long minutes until Zane slowly blinked into consciousness. “Mmmmm,” he sighed into her hair, “Going to want this every night. You fit so good against me, slave.”

“Yes, Master,” Jade murmured agreeably, her fingers stroking up and down his arm gently. “How did you sleep, Master?”

“Better than I can remember in a very long time. You?” he murmured.

“Wonderfully, Master. Feels like I’m in a dream.”

“I can assure you, this is no dream. And I intend to make it our reality as quickly as possible. I have absolutely no desire to let you go. Ever,” he grumbled in her ear, squeezing her breast for emphasis.

She whimpered softly in pleasure, “Yes, Master. Forever yours, Master.” She melted back against him with a soft whine.

“You said last night and again this morning that you were mine. You know that means you’re moving to California as soon as humanly possible, right? As in, I will throw whatever money I need to at the issue to where you are flying home with me when I leave Minnesota…,” he trailed off.

“Yes, Master,” Jade responded, “I’ll call the same moving company Annabella used and arrange to have the bulk of it packed and shipped.”

“I’ll pay for that to happen. You have luggage, yes? Pack what you can’t live without and I will get a ticket back to California on my flight. Or I’ll rent a private jet, I don’t care,” he said firmly.

“Yes, Master,” she said quietly, her fingers dragging up and down his arm tenderly unable to keep herself from touching him.

“What do you think about all of this, Jade? Is this… Do you need more time?” he asked, trying to reassure himself that he was not moving too fast for her.

“I think that I’m falling in love with you. I think that despite the stress of moving I’m excited because I’m going to be with my Master.” She shifted, looking back at him over one shoulder, “I don’t need more time, Master. I am enjoying the fact that you desire, need, and want me as much as I do you. I feel safe and complete.”

He nodded, “Good. You must always make sure I know what you’re thinking and feeling. I cannot make good decisions for us without that information,” he stated. “Going to take such good care of you, my slave. I swear it.”

“I trust you, Master,” Jade murmured, shifting to rub back against him, “What would you like to do this morning? We can take a shower together, and I could make you breakfast.” She paused, “I don’t have coffee though, I never really drink it.”

“I don’t drink coffee either, but all the rest of that sounds wonderful.” He released her breast and scooted down toward the foot of the bed. “I think I’ll take my breakfast with an appetizer…,” he firmly spread open her legs and settled his head between them, beginning to lick at her exposed pussy.

“Master!” Her voice was an exclamation of surprise, followed by a moan of pure wanton need. She spread her legs wider for him in offering, her hands dropped to massage his head as she whimpered shamelessly under his ministrations, “Yours, your good girl, Master.”

Zane lapped at her pussy with abandon, savoring the taste of her as he drove her toward an orgasm. His tongue licked at her folds softly, then flicked for several moments at her clit before licking once more. A low groan of approval at her arousal reached her ears and clenched at her soul.

Her fingers clenched in time with his licks, it didn’t take long before she was arching and climaxing hard, “MASTER!” She shuddered with a soft whimpering whine as her thighs flexed but remained spread for him obediently, “Oh, Gods, your good girl, Master.”

He slowed and stopped, looking up at her. “Such delights drip from your lips, my slave…,” he murmured.

She whimpered, staring down at him with stunned pleasure, “Your good girl, Master.” Her hands gently massaged his scalp, helplessly continuing to touch him. She bit her lip, “I’m falling in love with you, Master.”

“That’s good because I’m falling for you too. Quick and hard. That all-consuming kind…,” he said, his gaze soft. “And you have no idea how much it wrecks me when you do that thing with your lip…,” he said in amazement.

She smiled at him bashfully, then flexed her fingers towards him, “I would like kisses, Master.”

He crawled up to her and smiled, murmuring, “Happily.” He began kissing her passionately, low growls rumbling from his chest as his tongue swept into her mouth possessively. When they parted, he rumbled, “MINE.”

She whimpered, stroking her hands up and down his back, “Yours, Master.”

“Shower?” he murmured, a twinkle in his eye.

“Yes, Master,” she bit her lip as she stroked her hands over his back before letting them fall so he could get off of her.

He looked at her curiously, “What are you thinking in that beautiful little head of yours?”

She blushed, biting her lip but didn’t drop her gaze, “That I look forward to being allowed to worship.”

He smiled, a sly expression on his face as he rolled off of her, “Shower.”

“Yes, Master,” she slid out of the bed and started walking towards the bathroom, she pulled two towels out of the linen closet and carried them with her, hanging them up in the bathroom before she started the water heating up.

Zane walked up behind her and nestled his firm cock between the crack of her ass, sliding his hands around her and cupping her breasts. “How on Earth did I ever get so lucky…?”

“You came to Master Michael’s munch?” She giggled, leaning back against him. She flexed her body rubbing her ass against his hardness teasingly nestling him deeper into the crack.

He walked forward with her into the shower. The warm water cascaded over them as he held her to his body. He did not allow her to move for several long moments, then bent and murmured in her ear in a husky voice, “On your knees, slave. Time to grant your wish.”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered in excitement and pleasure. She turned and sank to her knees in front of him, smiling up at him. She slowly licked from the base to the tip of his hardness. She sucked gently on the tip of him, watching his face. Then sank her mouth down, engulfing him until her nose was pressed against his pelvis. Breathing through her nose shallowly, she swallowed around the tip.

“Ohhhh…,” he groaned. “Such a good little slave…” He reached down and pet her hair, which was rapidly getting wet under the shower. “Fuck that feels so good, baby…”

She bobbed her slowly up and down, her eyes staring up at him in devotion as she slowly licked and sucked worshiping his cock slowly. Repeatedly she swallowed the tip of him again and again alternating between her licks and sucks.

“Yes… Oh God, yes…,” he murmured drunkenly. His hand tangled in her hair and began pushing and pulling her head to control the speed with which she worked on him. “Yes… Slowly, baby. This is worship… And you’re going to swallow what I give you, aren’t you? Like a good little slave?”

She nodded with an eager whimper, submitting eagerly to his motions and actions. Her mouth continued sucking and pleasuring on him with eager needy hums of pleasure. She lifted up her hand, focusing on his eyes as she stroked and played with his sack in time with each thrust into the back of her throat.

Zane shifted slightly, spreading his legs apart in the shower so that she could comfortably fit between them and have room for her hands to work. “So good at that, my beautiful little slave…,” he murmured, continuing to move her head. “Fuck, I can’t wait to come down that pretty little throat…”

She whimpered in pleasure at his praise, her eyes focused on him as she let him move his head how he needed. She sucked slightly harder and flexed her tongue to increase his pleasure. Her other hand came up to wrap around the base of his cock and stroke when he pulled her head back, adding a little twist. Her fingers kept toying and playing with his sack.

He grunted softly, “Just like that… Keep doing that, my pet. I’m so close. Fuck, I’m so close…” he gasped, releasing her head and falling back against the shower wall, staring down at her with needy, desperate eyes.

She sped up slightly, her hand and mouth moving in unison as she pleasured him. Her fingers teased and rubbed his sack, pressing back behind it gently as she cupped and fondled his balls. She hilted him over and over, swallowing the tip of him with soft whimpers and hums of pleasure. Everything she did was filled with devotion and love for him.

He held on for a little longer, before roaring his release and flexing his hips forward while he exploded in her mouth, filling it with his cum. Panting grunts and groans filled and echoed in the shower as he spent himself. Finally, his muscles relaxed and he slumped against the wall. “God… Oh, God, Jade.”

She swallowed every drop, then licked him clean, holding him in her mouth as he softened. She released him, smiling up at him, “Your good girl, Master.”

“You have no idea. Oh, God, such a very good little girl. MY good little girl…,” he panted, reaching down and petting her head.

She nuzzled into his hand, “Yours, Master.” She reached up and took the soap, beginning to slowly wash him, starting at his feet and legs then working her way up his body. She took her time to pamper and lavish him with love and devotion. Her eyes focused on his with a warm, gentle, and loving gaze.

“I… I love you, Jade. That look…,” he murmured. “That look is what I’ve been waiting for my whole life. Don’t leave me. Don’t take this away…”

“Yours, Master,” she murmured, rising in front of his body as she washed him, then enveloped him in a soft hug, holding him to her warmth. “I won’t ever take it away, Master. Yours forever and always. I love you too.”

His arms wrapped around her tightly and squeezed. He wanted to shout from the tops of the world his triumph in capturing such a wonderful and desirable slave. “Keep you forever. Give you my last name, our home, a family. Anything and everything you’ve ever dreamed…”

“Yes, Master,” she melted into him, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder and snuggled tightly to him as the water washed over them. After several moments of silence and savoring, she murmured, “What are your plans for today, Master?”

“It’s the weekend. I didn’t really have any other than maybe spending time with Michael and Annabella, but that was before I met you. I have a career fair to attend on Monday and Tuesday, and some interviews on Wednesday, but other than that, I’m free. Did you have plans?” he asked in return.

Her nose wrinkled as she thought about it, “My only major plan was to do some painting for Michael and Annabella. I have a meeting with Michael on Monday, but other than that I’m free.”

“Well, then… Let’s do some painting. Let’s do some going out. And then let’s come back here so I can fuck you senseless,” he stated definitively.

“As Master wishes and desires I will happily submit,” she nuzzled into his neck, “Maybe buy his good girl a collar?”

“If you know a place around here, yes,” he replied firmly.

“Yes, Master. I know of a place,” she nuzzled into him some more, then stepped back slightly to start washing herself.

“Then let’s start there. I don’t want you going a minute longer than necessary without everyone knowing that you are taken,” he murmured watching her wash herself appreciatively.

“Yes, Master.” She shifted, lifting her leg to wash down it, displaying herself for his eyes with an impish smile, “Yours, Master.”

“Damn right you are…,” he murmured, his eyes not leaving her body.

She moved to rinse off, then slid her arms around him again in a hug, nuzzling into his neck with soft kisses, “May I have another kiss, Master?”

“Always. My kisses are for you to have, and I will not withhold them,” he murmured as he bent. His arms slid around her waist and lifted her against him as he claimed her mouth once again passionately. His groan of pleasure and desire thrummed through her body like an echoing chime that had been sounded with a striker.

She whimpered softly and melted into the kiss, her eyes closed. Her hands stroked up and down his back pressing him tighter to her soft warmth, when they parted she sighed, “Perfect kisses from my Master.”

“You make them perfect, slave. It can only be perfect if the two are perfect for each other. One isn’t enough,” he observed.

“Yes, Master,” her eyes fluttered open, smiling up at him with warmth, love, and devotion. “We should probably start getting out, Master. I need to make you breakfast.”

He nodded and shut off the water. The pair stepped out of the shower and she dried them both off. He dressed in some comfortable clothes he had packed and she began making breakfast, nude. He quickly joined her, admiring the view. “Luckiest man alive…,” he murmured in appreciation.

After breakfast, she went and tugged on a dress that reached her knees but with nothing underneath, and the two started to spend their day together. First, she took him to the small shop at the mall. After they left the shop and went to their car again, he immediately put the new acquisition around her neck. Then the pair headed for Michael’s house to paint, a soft smile on her face as she held the gold titanium collar he had bought her with her thumb stroking along the metal.

“That looks so beautiful on you, my slave…,” he murmured.

She smiled at him, her eyes warm and wondering, “Yours, Master.” She shifted her hand to entwine it with his. When they parked at Michael’s house, she leaned over and kissed him passionately, sliding one hand down to cup and massage his groin for a moment, teasing him, “Your good girl, Master.” She breathed against his lips.

“Mmmmm… That’s for you, my slave. It belongs buried inside that delectable pussy of yours, and that’s where it’s going to be… tonight. Filling you up with my cum, the way you were meant to be…,” he murmured against her lips before brushing his over hers and stepping out of the car.

She whimpered, sliding out of the car and taking his hand, snuggling into his side, “Yes, Master. Patiently waiting for it, Master because I’m your good girl.”

Annabella squealed in happiness as she rushed out of the house, throwing her arms around their neck tugging them into a hug, “I’m so happy for you two.” She started tearing up, “You’re going to make beautiful babies together.”

“If it pleases Master to do so,” Jade murmured, patting Annabella’s back gently. “You’re going to get stuffed up.” Annabella started giggling through her tears, then turned and flung herself back at Michael.

Zane chuckled bashfully, “Sorry for breaking your slave, Michael.”

Michael glowered at him for a moment, before relaxing and kissing the top of Annabella’s head. Annabella sniffed, “Not broken, just pregnant, stupid hormones.”

“I suppose I’ll find out about that soon enough,” he murmured, looking down with desire at Jade. “So, I understand you have stuff that you need to be painted.”

“The nursery,” Annabella said, sniffling slightly and wiping her eyes, “The paint is already in there, Jade along with all the extras?” She looked at her in confusion.

“We’re painting, and no matter how neat we can try to be, we’re still painting. The extra stuff is to keep your house as clean as possible,” Jade responded, smiling at Annabella then looked up at Zane, “Shall we get started, Master?”

Zane nodded and they went inside the house, letting Jade lead him to where they were going to be working. The two of them worked on painting, Michael joining them, while Annabella made them lunch and fixed drinks. Between the three of them, it didn’t take long for the painting to be finished. When they joined Annabella in the kitchen, Jade slid her a note, “This is the painter who can come do your mural, she’s bonded and it’s all prearranged since I won’t be here.”

Annabella looked at her, raising a brow then giggled, “Well, that was quick. You’ll fly back when the baby is born, right?”

Jade smiled and nodded after Zane did so, “Yes, we’ll fly back when the baby is born.” The rest of the day was spent talking, and discussing the plans Jade had with Zane before they had dinner. Shortly after dinner, Zane and Jade headed back to her apartment. Her fingers were laced with his and she stroked her thumb over his knuckles, “I love you, Master.”

“I love you, my beautiful slave. I can’t even begin to describe how much. And although it doesn’t make any sense at all, nothing has ever felt so right,” he murmured.

“Yours, Master.” She led him into the house once more, then smiled into his eyes as she took her dress off, leaving her nude for his gaze, “Your good girl, Master.” She stepped forward, reaching for his clothes to help him undress, “Anything, everything, is yours to have, Master.”

Stepping out of his clothes as she took them off of him, he scooped her up and carried her to her bedroom. Laying her out on the bed, he let his gaze roam over her body, drinking in her form, especially the curves he found so delightful. “You… are the most beautiful creature that has ever walked this Earth, my lovely Jade.”

She smiled lovingly up to him, spreading her arms and legs in offering, then lifted her hands towards him, “Yours, Master. All for you,” she smiled up at him, “Would like kisses now, Master.”

He crawled up the bed, placing most of his weight on her as he propped himself up with only his elbows. Looking into her eyes for a moment, he bent and kissed her, gently at first but with rapidly increasing passion. When he released her lips, he looked at her again and murmured, “You have the most addicting lips…”

“So do you, Master,” she murmured, reaching up to touch his face tenderly, then cupping his head to draw him down for another hot, wet kiss. Her other hand dragged down his back gently with her nails, pressing him down to her soft warmth with a whimper of desire.

His answering groan tickled at her ears, “Such fire…,” he murmured, before bending to kiss her neck. The kisses quickly became passionate and he began licking and sucking at the skin, before finally biting softly. His teeth dug in, firmly, but gentle enough to not puncture the skin, and gripped possessively, the groan turning into a low, rumbling growl of need.