Lady of the house

chapter 3

I wonder if he would get angry with me if I explored his room. I thought to myself as I looked around

Abby speaks up. "Of course not. He said to make yourself comfortable and knowing your surroundings will make you comfortable. Go on explore." She encourages.

I get up and walk around touching the photo on the dresser across the room. It's a photo of Devon with Emily and another girl. I wonder who the other girl is. I leave it behind and open up one of the drawers to the dresser. I find his underwear in it and blush. I close it back up quickly and walk to the other door in the room. it turns out to be a walk-in closet. I walk over and run my hands over the +rious. I won't do it again." I ramble. He puts a finger under my chin and lifts it up to meet his eyes.

"There is nothing to be sorry about. You are more than welcome to look around. I have nothing to hide. you look beautiful in my shirt, by the way. He says teasingly. I blush.

"I normally sleep in a large shirt. so borrowed one of yours. I hope you don't mind." I say.

"What's mine is yours and vise versa, I hope. I want to be there for you of you let me." He says tentatively.

"I don't have much, but you are more than welcome to it." I say. I climb into the bed and wait for him to join. "Please come lay down. I'm exhausted. I can't go to sleep knowing you aren't either."

He hesitates but climbs in on the other side. He lays down. I come over and curl into his side, letting my instincts take over. I'm not letting my brain dictate what I do. He wraps his arms around me. He whispers in my ear. "Goodnight, my kitty."

"Goodnight." I say. We fall asleep pretty fast.

The next morning, I woke up to the feeling of someone beside me, and I started to panic until the smell of honey and ginseng reached my nose. I calm down and snuggle more into his side. My movement has woken his up.

"Good morning, my beautiful. Did you sleep well?" He asks.

"I slept very well. Thank you." I say to him.

I started to move because my bladder was telling me I had to go and it didn't want to wait. He pulls me closer to him. "Five more minutes, please."

Embarrassed, I say. " I can't. I need to use the restroom. " He reluctantly let's me go, and I get up. I rushed to the door he used yesterday and relieved that it was indeed the bathroom. When I come back out. He isn't in bed. I'm disappointed that he wasn't there.

I hear rustling from the closet. I walk over and find him in just his boxers. I yelp and walk back out with my face the color of a tomato. I hear him chuckle behind me.

"Hello. I didn't know you were a peeping Tom." He teases me.

"I'm so sorry. I should have just waited for you to come out." I stutter out.

He full out laughs. "You are fine. We are mates or did you forget? We are probably going to see each other in a lot less." He tells me through the door.

"I didn't forget. It's just that I have never been with anyone. So I have never seen anyone almost naked." I admit.

He comes back out fully dressed. He wraps his arms around me from behind. "I'm glad I'll be your first. We will take things at your pace. I will not pressure you or anything."

"Thank you." I say because I don't know what else to say. I get the urge to kiss him. I turn around in his arms and stare up at him. I lick my lips as I think about how to go about it. In the end, I give up thinking and just go with my gut and pull his head down to my height, and place my lips on his. At first, he doesn't respond, but once the shock wears off, he takes control and deepens the kiss. He picks me up, so I'm level with him. I wrap my legs around his waist so I have better bearings. He runs his tongue across my lips. I gasped at the sensation of it. He takes advantage of it and puts his tongue in my mouth as he tries to taste every part of it.

We pull apart panting. Trying to catch our breath. "Wow." I say. I push on his chest to indicate that I wanted down. He gently sets me down, and I step back. Just then, my stomach growls.

He laughs. "How about we go downstairs and get you something to eat. I don't want the beast to come out and eat me alive." He jokes with me.

We walk out of the bedroom and head down the stairs. He leads me further down the hall to the door on the right. It's a bright white room with floating cupboards on the walls. All the appliances are shiny. Devon walks over to the fridge and opens it. "How do eggs and bacon sound?" He asks.

"Sounds great." I say. I sit down at the counter, then stand back up. "Do you need any help making them?"

"No, thank you. Sit down and relax. You're the lady of the house. You no longer have to do anything while I'm here. plus, I also have people that normally cook. If there is anything you want, make a list, and I'll pass it to the maids and chef." He tells me.

I sit back down and try to relax. I'm not used to people doing things for me. I watch him crack the eggs like a professional into the pan. He starts humming a tune as he is waiting for the eggs to cook. He gets another pan and puts bacon in it. He goes to the cupboard and brings out a loaf of bread. He gestures to it, asking me if I want any. I nod my head towards him and pop some in the toaster. While he is waiting for the food to cook, he walks over, gets two plates, and silverware out of the cupboards. I admire how his muscles move under his shirt.

Once everything is done, he plates it and puts it in front of me. He sits down in the seat beside."Dig in." He says. I comply. I moan at the delicious taste that comes with the bite. "Wow. Is it that good I take it?"

"Yes, so good." I say with my mouth full. I blush in embarrassment. I swallow the food. "Sorry for talking with my mouth full."

He chuckles at me. "You are so cute when you blush. Don't worry about it. It just means that you like it so much that you didn't want to stop eating to talk."

We sit in silence for the rest of the meal. I get up and take my dishes to the sink. I get the stuff to wash them, but Devon takes them out of my hands. "You don't have to do the dishes. please leave them in the sink. The maid will get them. Why don't we go back upstairs and find you something for you to wear. I can take you home after if you would like." He says. The look on his face says that he wants to say more but doesn't.

He guides me back up the stairs to his room. I ask him timidly. "May I take a shower?"

He turns around to face me. "You never have to ask me to do something here. This is going to be your place as well as mine if you want it to be."