Free Be Careful What You Wish For by Misty Blue Page A

before.
    The sweet smell of roses fragranced the air. Rich and red, immediately they held her attention, offering a stark profile against the backdrop of the otherwise cream décor of the room. A trolley filled with a freshly prepared breakfast selection awaited her pleasure, while Shadow stood silently watching at the foot of the bed.
    â€˜Good morning. You slept well?’ He waited for her nod, acknowledging the hint of a smile playing on her lips. ‘We will share a light breakfast together and this will become ‘Our Time’, a time when we might get to know one another as soulmates and share. Today it will also give us the chance for you to familiarise yourself with your routine. Then your instruction will begin.’
    His voice, not unkindly, held her attention. She listened, matching his gaze. But suddenly self-conscious, pulled the cover demurely up over her chin, aware of the eyes watching her every move.
    â€˜Shadow, can I ask: there aren’t clothes in the wardrobe. What shall I wear?’ She noticed with a touch of concern the fur coat she had placed the night before at the foot of the bed was removed.
    â€˜Part of your training is that you begin to accept the way you are. To be comfortable with yourself. To learn to love your body and everything that makes up the essential you.’
    He pushed the trolley to the table beyond the arch, unloading its trays of fruit juice, cereals and wholemeal toast.
    â€˜Come. Eat. We will talk. And I will explain.’
    Abi’s arms automatically folded about her body as she covered herself as best she could.
    â€˜Come. Sit. Breakfast is waiting, and we have much to do.’
    Shadow was eager to begin. A quiet mannered man, his eyes darted this way and that about the room, as if taking in a whole lot more than they saw. And yet at the same time he had a quietness about him. He paid attention. He listened. He observed. She knew there would be no concealing anything in his presence. There were times he seemed to look right through her, reaching through the tangle of confusion to the hidden black box deep within her mind where lay her secret fantasies, thoughts, desires, but also those things she feared most.
    In the morning light his skin was the palest she had ever seen, smooth as silk, and yet there was nothing delicate or fragile about him. His short, stocky figure suggested power, strength, and his eyes at times were scary, even cruel? While his hair was cut so short that it was almost non-existent. He was dressed in a black pair of joggers and a clean freshly ironed T-shirt. It seemed unfair when she had to remain naked. Her hands hovered uncertainly around her ample bosom, fluttering like restless butterflies with no place to land. As she caught him watching her she lowered them hurriedly to clasp demurely in front of her pussy. It was obvious she was already in a high state of arousal. She couldn’t hide the fact. The dampness covering her pubic hairs making them glisten like early morning dew on grass was plain to see.
    He patted a chair, and she sat opposite him while he poured tea, slipping food onto her plate according to a nod or shake of her head.
    â€˜Now, let’s begin by clearing your head of questions. This is the way it will be. These are the rules you will follow. We will add to them as we need.
    â€˜You will remain within this Chamber for the time being, unless accompanied by myself or Master. But you are free to explore the bay.
    â€˜There will be no outside influences of any kind.
    â€˜At all times you will be naked.
    â€˜You will refrain from masturbation.
    â€˜You will come when called and obey immediately, or else risk punishment.
    â€˜You will offer yourself freely as slave.
    â€˜Is that understood?’
    Abi sipped her freshly squeezed orange juice, trying to act as if she were having an ordinary breakfast in the company of one she knew well. But it was hard, especially being naked. Her nipples