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    Nuzzling my nose into her still damp hair, she smells of Bella, sweat, sex, and me. The combination is intoxicating and invigorating. I nip her neck and suck at it possessively thinking about my smell lingering on her skin and she whimpers softly.
    “Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” she sighs, talking in her sleep.
    “Yes, Bella, dream only of me my princess, only me ,” I say softly in her ear, knowing she won’t remember a word I’ve said.
    I close my eyes, lulled by the sound of my own heart beating, her slow and deep breathing, and the pounding of her heart against the palm of my hand. And there it is again – that feeling. I try to resist it, but it’s too late.
    I’m falling, falling, falling deeper…
     

Chapter 8
    Sitting in class as my trainees take a written test, my thoughts are on Bella and our recent trip to Italy. The memory of her naked body pressed against mine is still fresh in my mind and makes my dick ache to be in her again.  The vision of her standing stripped down to her flowery panties as she shook her ass mischievously at me makes me smile. Her attempt at a strip tease was both comical and sexy as hell and I catch myself chuckling lightly. Several students look up when they hear me and I quickly compose myself.
    “Eyes back on your papers, ladies,” I state strictly.
    They comply and finish their tests quickly. Tonight’s final lecture will address and recap the most important things we discussed this session. It’s nice to see the change in the apprentices as they’ve grown throughout the quarter long class.
    As I talk about how important honesty, respect, obedience, safety and health are, I’m struck with how my bond with Bella mimics that of a domestic discipline relationship. Except for the honesty part, which is, of course, the most vital and important part. I still have conflicted feelings for her. There’s no doubt that I care deeply for her beyond our work relationship, yet I’m still unable to communicate those feelings to her, even after our special time in Italy.
    In the beginning, I could see her need for wanting more from me, but as the months and now years have gone by, that need has turned into something else – acceptance; acceptance of what our relationship is and what it will never be. For me, I have accepted the gift of her submission and compliance and perhaps even begun to take advantage of it. She doesn’t ask for more and I’m grateful for it.
    When class ends, I send my soon to be graduates on their way and wish them the best of luck in their relationships.
    On my way home, I call Bella to check up on her. She answers sleepily and I recall what she looked like spread out on my bed and snuggled up under a down comforter. I’m sure she looks nothing less than spectacular right now. We speak of work as usual and I reveal nothing, but just hearing her voice puts my mind at ease.
    Pulling into my parking garage, I’m met by Svetlana who is sitting in her fire-engine red Jaguar. How the fuck did she get in here? She must still have my parking code, damn it. I make a mental note to have it changed immediately.
    “Xander, darling…” she gushes as she climbs out. She’s wearing a long gray overcoat and platform heels that match the color of her car. “I was in the mood for a little playtime,” she continues.
    “I really don’t have time for your games, Svetlana,” I counter, pushing past her.
    “Don’t be so cold, darling. What I have in mind won’t take long.”
    She never could take a hint. She throws herself in front of the elevator door dramatically and flings her coat open to reveal her scantily clad body only wearing lace top stockings, a bustier and a thong.
    “Take me, Xander. I need to feel your touch. I’ve missed it so much. No one knows my body the way you do. Why haven’t you returned my calls?” she laments, her voice grating on my nerves.
    “You know I’m a busy man,” I respond, clipped.
    Suddenly she looks offended. “Busy with whom?