Chapter 4

“I love you, Master. I love you very much.”... that what she had said last night as she was falling asleep. The words surprised him. He knew she had feelings for him, he had feelings for her as well. You can’t have a relationship like theirs without developing strong feelings.

D/s relationships are built on trust and honesty, loyalty and respect. These things go hand in hand with deep caring and a measure of devotion. He understood all that. But he knew of her past and he knew that she had been hurt – badly hurt – by previous relationships, starting with her own father. So saying “I love you” to anyone was a major step for her.

He lay there for a couple of hours, thinking about what she said ... digesting her words and trying to find the meaning behind them. Why did she say that after all this time? Why did she say it after what he had put her through? His slut had never before called out her safeword. He didn’t really think he put her through anything more than usual, why did she call out Camaro this time? It was all very strange and it troubled him. Was their relationship changing and he hadn’t noticed? He was Master – he was supposed to notice changes in his submissive ... how did he miss this?

The next morning the subject still rattled around in his brain. He had to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. He was up before her once again and when she came downstairs, he was in the dining room hunched over a cup of coffee, so lost in thought that he didn’t hear her coming.

“Good morning Master,” she said, in her usual perky manner.

“Morning,” he said, absentmindedly.

“What would you like for breakfast this morning, Master?” she asked, smiling.

“I don’t care, whatever,” he said, not even raising his eyes from the table.

She looked at him. This wasn’t like him, but she shrugged her shoulders and figured if he wanted her to know what was on his mind he would tell her. She looked through the refrigerator to see what she could find. She found some eggs and bacon and decided that would do. She poached the eggs, sprinkling some shredded cheese on top and cooked up some bacon just like he liked it. She made some toast and poured a couple of glasses of orange juice. A good breakfast, if she thought so herself.

She set the breakfast down in front of her Master and then at her place. She stood at the table waiting for him to seat her for a few minutes but he didn’t move. So she sat down puzzled at his odd behavior this morning. She ate her breakfast in silence not knowing what to do.

“Master? Are you going to eat?” she asked as she ate. He hadn’t touched his food at all.

“Huh?” he asked looking up finally. “Oh yeah, thank you,” he said, as he began eating. She finished breakfast and began clearing the dishes away. He had finished and went into the living room without saying goodbye or anything to her ... very unusual for him. She got the kitchen clean and breakfast dishes washing and went into the living room. She found him in his recliner just staring at the blank TV, it wasn’t even on!

She knelt at his feet. “Master, are you okay? You are acting very bizarre!” she asked.

He raised his eyes to look at her. “Yeah I’m fine, why?” he said.

“Master I know you. There is something bothering you. Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“What? No, slut ... not really,” he said.

“Then what is it? Please tell me, Master.”

“Come up here,” he said, patting his thighs indicating he wanted her to sit on his lap. She stood up and straddled him sitting facing him on his legs.

“Now tell me, Master. Please ... this is scaring me.”

“Rebecca, I want to talk to you, no Master/slut stuff, just you and me.”

“Oh my God! David what is it, you never use my real name! Are you breaking up with me? What did I do? What’s going on? Please tell me!” she said, the panic obvious in her voice.

“No no, it’s nothing like that. Yesterday I put you through the mill ... so much so that you called out your safeword, Camaro, on me. You have never called out your safeword before, in the four years you and I have been doing this Master/submissive thing. Why did you use your safeword yesterday?” he asked, concerned.

“I don’t know. It wasn’t that it hurt all that bad. It just ... felt heavy. I know that doesn’t make much sense, but I was just a little overwhelmed, I guess. I handled the paddle fine, I handled the belt okay too. The crop and the ginger root were a little more difficult after the other two things. But when the whip came out, I don’t know, I guess it was just more than I was prepared for. It’s okay, I am sore today, but nothing that won’t go away in a few days.”

“I see. Well, maybe it was a bit much. I’m glad you felt it was okay to call out your safeword. That’s what it’s there for. I’m sorry I push you so hard.” he said.

“Oh, Master, please don’t apologize. Yesterday was a punishment – I was supposed to feel it. You didn’t go too far. Besides you cared for me so sweetly and so tenderly afterward,” she said.

“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk about. Last night as you were falling asleep you said something that surprised me ... that’s what I’ve been so preoccupied with.”

“What was it? Oh God what did I say?” she asked, panicked.

“You said ‘I love you, Master. I love you very much.’” he said. He looked her in the eyes as he quoted her.

She sat there on his lap just looking at him, afraid to say anything, afraid to breathe or move.

“Did you mean what you said, Rebecca?” he asked. “Do you love me or was that just the ramblings of a half-asleep, worn out mind?”

She looked down at his lap. “Yes,” she said, in a whisper barely discernible.

“What? Rebecca, look at me,” he said. She looked up, tears forming in her eyes.

“Tell me. Did you mean what you said last night? Do you love me?” he insisted.

“Yes, David. Yes, I love you! I have for some time now. I wanted to tell you before this but I didn’t know how you would react. I still don’t, but I opened my big mouth last night so there it is. Please don’t be mad, please. I just let it slip out and...” he put his finger to her lip to silence her.

As soon as she stopped talking he pulled his finger away and looked at her. The tear in her eye had begun rolling down her cheek. He stopped it with his finger wiping it away. Then he pulled her into a kiss ... not just any kiss, either. This was THE kiss.

He put his arms around her crushing her to his chest as his mouth devoured her. At first, she stiffened but she quickly understood and she melted into his embrace. He kissed her longer and deeper and with more passion than she had ever been kissed before, taking her breath away and giving her his own.

After several wonderful moments, he broke their kiss and she came up gasping for breath but she didn’t seem to mind. She looked into his eyes again darting back and forth between them as she searched for her answer to the same question.

“Rebecca, my sweet sexy slut, I love you too. Like you, I have wanted to tell you but I know your past and I wasn’t sure if you were ready or even wanted more than just our Master submissive thing. I didn’t want to scare you off or pressure you into something you weren’t ready for. I was letting you tell me what you wanted and needed.”

“Oh, David! I’ve dreamed of hearing those words from you for so long! I love you, I love you, I love you!” she said, as she kissed him over and over.

They just sat there kissing and holding each other for a long time. Finally, a thought occurred to her and she sat back.

“David, what does this mean for our Master submissive relationship? Are you still going to be my Master?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t know ... do you still need one?” he said.

“Yes! I don’t want that part to change. I still want you to be my Master and I still want to be your slut,” she said.

“Well then, I will still be your Master. But one thing will change ... you are now MY slut – so you don’t need to go out looking for someone else, understand. You are my property now so when you have the urge be slutty, you are to come to me and be MY slut. You will not have anyone but me, and I will be all you need,” he said with a smile.

“Yes, Master. You always have been all I need, it’s just that you weren’t always around,” she said.

“Well, that is going to change too. I want you to come live here ... where I can keep an eye on you!”

“Oh, Master! Yes! Oh, I am so happy! I will be the best slut/whore/submissive I can be! I will do anything you say, be anything you say! Oh, Master, I love you so very much!” she said gleefully.