It was such a double-edge sword because on one aspect, I wanted to tell her everything. I needed someone to vent to about my problems—someone who could possibly understand my fucking struggles and help me through them, but I couldn’t get past that nagging fear of rejection. I didn’t want my Mistress—I didn’t want Bella—to see me in such a poor light. As this fucking weak and pathetic man who didn’t have the courage to stand up to his family or friends and profess the truth of his love for the BDSM lifestyle…regardless of the consequences and where it led him.
Even though I was her sub and will be until the day that she cast me away, I also needed her to see me as more than that. I wanted her to see me as a man that she could one day, possibly, consider being with.
In the end, I wanted Bella to know me more than anything and that need took precedence over my pride.

Edward Cullen ~ Chapter Twenty One




Monday, March 7, 2011

Chapter 18 ~The Plane of Ecliptic~ Teaser



The desire to see my Mistress was intensifying, propelling my firm determination, as I forced my sore upper body to arch and contort. The pulling and twisting of my wrists against the rigid rope was rubbing my skin raw, but even still, I fought through the searing pain.
Luckily, I managed to give myself enough leeway, catching a glimpse of her delicate features, and I saw very clearly that her eyes were indeed closed. Her thick lashes lay gently against her porcelain white skin creating a faint shadow. A small flicker of movement caught my immediate attention, and as I watched her closed lids tentatively, I saw a quick and rapid flutter behind her lids.  
My Mistress was sleeping soundly.
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