Chapter Seven

(yes, posting two chapters at once because even I am not cruel enough to leave the story where it was)

Seth POV

The airport was a lonely place after midnight. I'd arrived just before ten and had until one before I could even board. It was the first flight headed in the right direction. I had enough money in my own bank account from Edward's weekly deposits of my "allowance" that I could have flown myself home. It wasn't until I'd arrived and had some coffee and a sandwich that I was actually competent enough to have gotten myself home. My tears had ended when I told him good-bye. I was stony faced when I left my room.

I knew I had to show a brave mask when I walked through the home. Eleazar looked at me, his dark eyes fathomless as he nodded and stepped forward. "I can take you back to my hotel tonight. You can come home with us if you'd like. You know you're always welcome in Denali."

"Thank you, Sir. I need to go home and clear my head for a while." I'd have to face Rosalie. Shit. "I will contact your office if, when I'm ready. It would not be right for either of us to have me jump into subspace again so quickly when my head is this messy."

I should have known he'd follow me out into the darkness. "It's not your head that's messy, Seth. Your heart is all torn up, my sweet boy. I have long seen your gifts. It's a talent of mine. I know that you're meant to be here with Edward. Go back in there. No; come home with me for a few days. Let his jealousy get the most of him, and he'll come for you."

I closed my eyes, letting the pain run rampant. "No, Sir. Thank you, though." I shook my head, fighting back more tears. "He's dismissed me. I must leave without disrupting his household. It's how you trained me. I can't cause a scene. I can't jeopardize Bella and Antonia's health because I'm in love with him."

I'm in love with Edward. I think I've known since about ten days into our agreement, when we fell asleep together in his bed, with him between Bella and me. His hand was practically glued to my ass where he'd been rubbing a cooling lotion over the heated marks from a spanking.

After that night, I began waking before dawn to bring him his breakfast in bed. We swam together often, though he was careful not to pull me under. He hadn't taken me in the pool, however. That was one pleasure I had not yet been granted. I hadn't gotten what I'd dreamed of, but I had received more of what I needed than ever before.

I need him. I needed him so fucking much, and I threw it away because of his wife's desire to go to a party. I'd hurt Edward, something I could never make up for. It wasn't anger in his eyes as he looked at me a final time, it was betrayal.

My fingers drummed out a sad solo on the top of my empty coffee cup, and I stared out into the night sky visible through tinted windows. I would miss the rich colors and mountain of Arizona. The verdant beauty of Washington would forever remind me of Edward's green eyes. Perhaps Rosalie and Emmett would recommend me to a new place in another city. Maybe I could start over in California, or Chicago, anywhere.

A few couples, bleary eyed and staggering, fell back into seats with carryon bags dropped beside them. It was nearing time, then. I stood to stretch my legs, shouldering the almost too big to be a carry on I'd brought with me, and jogged down the hall to the restroom. I never had fit well in the ones on airplanes; it was better to go now.

I washed my hands after and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red though clearing, my cheeks still raw from tears. Beneath my jeans I still wore the harem pants, though I'd left the cock ring on the bathroom counter at Edward's. It had taken Bella ten minutes to lace up the corset style laces on the front and back of the pants. I hadn't wanted to ruin the fabric by just pulling it off. I'd launder and return them to Edward by mail after I got home.

The boarding call echoed through the P.A., summoning me from my perch on the counter where I'd stared at my reflection for some ten minutes without noticing the passing of time. Weariness claimed me, and I forced myself to place one foot in front of another. The line to board was about thirty people long, and with each step to join them I found myself wishing I could just turn around and go back to Edward's. I'd beg for another chance. I'd give up my allowance and work alongside Esme, take care of the grounds, anything he asked of me, just to earn his forgiveness.

The cigarette smoke haze lingered around the person in front of me, strengthening my desire to turn around and walk out the door. I closed my eyes and shuffled forward, sabotaging my needs. I'd go home, despite it not feeling like home anymore. Home wasn't with Leah. It wasn't working at The Rose Den. It was with Edward.

I was to the door when my ponytail was tugged. "I thought you were already gone." A whiskey-roughened voice breathed into my ear.

"You don't exist. You don't exist. You don't exist." I took another step forward and was spun around by firm hands clasping my shoulders and tugging.

"Seth, don't go." Edward looked worse than I did. He was wearing sport shorts of blue and silver jersey and a white t-shirt. Boat shoes and a baseball cap made him look like a stranger, if the swollen eyes and bloody lower lip hadn't disguised his beautiful face enough. He was thoroughly crumpled, broken looking.

"You told me to."

"I'm asking you now to stay. Please."

I felt the line move forward behind me, and stepped back, keeping my place. "I can't. You just feel guilty. You're going to be a father. I can't be there for all of that. We're just ending this earlier than we thought." You don't love me, I didn't say.

"Dammit, Seth!" He shoved his hand down into his pocket and pulled out a chain, then thrust it into my hands. "I made this for you. I want you permanently. I'll command you to if I must."

I looked down and saw a short chain ending in two silver loops to suspend a stone that I knew by the feel. "You kept it." My voice was a hushed whisper, rich with awe. "I–" I trailed off, knowing I would break down if I said anything else.

"Seth, we can figure it all out. We'll modify the arrangement. We'll change where your room is; maybe give you the guest house beside the pool deck. You can have a job if you want, an outside life from us. Just stay. Please. I need you."

"Need isn't good enough, Edward. Need doesn't make hard things easier."

The collar slid from my palm to palm as I played with it. I wanted to wear it, to just kneel and give in to all of Edward's wishes, but I couldn't set myself up to be hurt. My parents taught me that heartache was a risk with all great loves, and to hurt once was okay, to allow yourself a second hurt with the same person was just damn foolish.

"Fine. I love you, alright?" His fingers tightened on my shoulders, pulling me until I was sealed to his chest as he pressed his lips to mine. "I've fucking fallen in love with you, Clearwater. I want it all with you. A life of dating, having you on your knees. I want you collared all the time, but still free to just be my lover when we choose. It'll be hard as hell to balance, but we're both stubborn enough to do it."

Edward released me and reached for the chain. "Will you let me put this on you? Please? Do you love me, or can you?"

His hopeful smile inspired one of my own. "Yes, Master."

Three Months Later...

Edward closed the patio door as quietly as he could. The sun was not quite risen, and Bella and Antonia were sound asleep in their bed. Well, Toni was in the connecting bassinet, but still...

Master had buzzed the intercom that went to the guest house, waking me from a pleasant dream of riding ATV's on the back acres with Edward. In the dream, he tied me – spread eagle – between two trees, and fucked me so hard I ached the entire ride back. I'd have to tell him about it soon. He was leaving for a two day trip to Seattle to teach a class at The Rose Den. I was being left here to help Bella. Maybe I could email it to him as an "I'm thinking of you" type email. Sure, it would be an X-rated description of what I was thinking about Edward, but he'd see the love behind it.

I lifted one hand in greeting, the movement stirring the water I was standing in. Cool drops ran down my neck from my wet hair, now cut shorter to deal with the heat. "Good morning, Master."

"Morning, Seth. It'll be good soon."

He cut through the water in a sleek dive, coming up in front of me in a few seconds. The streaming water fell away as his eyes opened, one hand coming up to wipe them, the other palming a bottle of lube. "We haven't gotten around to fulfilling one of your wishes, and I thought it was a good morning to do so. The little lady let us have a decent night of sleep, and I don't leave until ten."

I reached out for him, one hand to his neck, the other to the member hanging between his legs. Gentle squeezes coaxed him to readiness, and his desire awakened my own. "I want you, Master."

He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. "Then you should have me the way you always wanted." The affection in his eyes warmed my heart, and with a last kiss, his eyes went hard and distant. "Up on the ladder, Seth. I'm going to fuck you while you're clinging to the railing."

We half-swam, half-walked, my hand still on his erection as we went to the ladder. I climbed up first, awkwardly finding a position that allowed my feet some purchase but did not hurt my cock on the abrasive side of the pool ledge or on the metal steps. Edward was on me the minute my ass was out of the water. His tongue swept a line against me, a twirl against sensitive flesh. He flicked the tip of his tongue side to side, earning the first moan.

"Push down against me, Seth," he said in a rush before returning to his task.

I bore down, pushing against the pressure of his teasing tongue. Slick flesh urged me to open to him, pleasuring me while readying me. Loving fingers caressed my balls, reached forward to stroke my cock, then opened the lube and began rubbing just below his probing tongue. He licked wet fire across my entrance, pulling back just enough to allow one finger to enter.

"Fuck – Master," I added as an afterthought.

He chuckled, a tickling of his breath, and thrust in a second finger. "Soon, my pet. You'll have me inside you in just... a... minute." He worked in and out of me, sometimes two, others three, or even one fingers, pushing and withdrawing until we were both panting with need. Each nudge of a knuckle against my prostate had me whimpering.

"Please, oh please. Please!" I barely knew what I was saying. Pleadings of "Master", "Yes!," and "Harder" were interrupted with wordless pleas.

Edward nipped my left ass cheek, adding to the faded bruises from three nights ago when he reevaluated my pain tolerance levels. I moaned at the sensation of loss as his fingers left me, then stilled when he pulled himself up by the curved metal rail I was clinging to. I heard more than saw him reach for the pool deck and grasp the lubricant.

"Going to fuck you now," he panted into my ear.

He meant now. In the next breath, he was thrusting past the ring of muscle, sinking into me until we were as close together as possible. It no longer hurt; I was too well stretched for that, and he was too practiced at making the ache the most delicious sensation in my world. Edward sighed, that perfect moment of content, when I knew his eyes would be closed and face slack with his pleasure. He pulled back, withdrawing until his head stretched my entrance, one hand releasing the rail to come down and slap me on the ass.

I yelped, and he snickered, before he sank into me again. It was heaven.

No, it was hell. Edward went so slowly I thought I'd die before he went any faster.

My cock hung in mid-air, the dawning light showing the beading drops of pre-come at the tip. His thumb rubbed across it, electric sizzles of our mutual desire racing up my member to pool deep in my pelvis. He squeezed and pulled out. Tugged and thrust in.

He laughed as I groaned, my ass tightening around him as I sought more. "Want more from your master?"

I nodded, trying not to hit his head. "Yes, Master."

"Want me to fuck you so hard you could black out from how good it feels?" He withdrew and thrust forward shallowly, rapid movements that made my breath catch.

"Yes, Master."

Edward rewarded me with a kiss on my neck, his tongue and teeth teasing my flesh. His fingers now flew up and down along my cock, squeezing tighter at the head, twisting as he went down. How he could do that while fucking me was beyond comprehension.

He moved harder, thrusting in time with his hand. Edward no longer breathed so much as grunted out air, sucking it in around the mouthfuls of flesh he was still worshiping on my shoulder and neck. Our hips slapped together, almost a spanking in itself from the force of each snap of his legs. His lean muscles provided strength to his divine control.

Water lapped at my feet and legs. Chlorine mixed with the smells of Edward, me, and sex. It burned my eyes and lungs as I greedily took in more of the fragrance. I wanted to remember it forever.

Pressure built, stinging me from the inside as it burrowed deeper, trying to coax my climax. My balls drew up, throbbing. "Need – to – come," I gasped. "Please, Master. Can I come?"

He released my neck and worked my cock with a firmer grasp. "Yes, Seth. You may."

I let go. I gave myself over to his touch. Pleasure came from my cock and ass, overwhelming me with the incendiary desire that only he could inspire. I wept from the pure bliss of the release as my body shook, hips moving forward, thrusting my cock through his palm. My seed coated Edward's hand, and he moaned at my tightening around him.

"So fucking beautiful, Seth." He dropped his hand into the water, then wrapped his arm around my waist. Deeper thrusts replaced the hard ones, sealing our bodies together. "I love you." A sigh accompanied his arm pulling me, his hips twitching as he filled me.

We panted as we recovered, his lips occasionally pressing a gentle kiss over one of his bite marks. He pulled out, the wet plop of our flesh uncoupling soon hidden by the splash of our arms losing grip on the metal, sending us into the water. We floated there until the sun was over the horizon, when he reached for my hand.

"Is that everything you wanted, Seth?"

I smiled and nodded, turning to look at him. "Yes, Master."


Author's Note: This is the end of Yes, Master. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story and for leaving a review if you've taken a few seconds to do so. I appreciate the generosity of my readers' time as much on my fanfiction as I do my original fiction.

I'm hoping to send "Before a Year, After a Day" to its donor by next week. I've been working on it for almost a year now, and it's finally coming together in a story deserving of the Edward and Jasper created in A Year and a Day as well as Green Lace Panties.

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