"Sweetheart, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Everyone knows your safe word. Use it if you have to. Even the tiniest whisper will be heard." I said, tapping my ear with the end of my utensil. Our supernatural hearing would allow us to hear her breathed word.
Her safe word is my nickname for her when she wasn't my submissive and we chose it because she would never call out her own name.
Bella nodded again and smiled at me before looking at her plate, waiting for permission to eat. She sat on the cold wooden chair at the table, light brown eyes trained on her plate as she awaited my command.
Nodding slightly, I 'mhmm'd and dug into my own meal while she picked at hers. The meatball marinara was amazing, like all of her food was. I'd gotten extremely lucky in the woman category when I'd found her. She could cook, clean; she had a heart full of compassion and she was the perfect submissive.
It helped that she was sexy as fuck.
As soon as my fork hit my empty plate, Bella eagerly whisked away the dirty dishes, her leash dangling behind her but I didn't let her get further than rinsing them before I wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, hauling her back into my chest. Nuzzling my nose at the crook of her shoulder and neck, I inhaled her scent deeply all the way to behind her ear where I buried my nose into her hair with a hum.
"You're ready." I murmured quietly, as I unhooked the collar and leash, leaving them on the counter by the sink.
An aroused whimper left her pretty little lips and I smiled softly as my hands trailed from under her breasts to her hips, my fingers spanning across her lower abdomen and playing in the soft curls nestled between her legs.
"You may speak freely tonight, Bella." I assured her gently. I wanted her full attention, completely and fully Little Red tonight as I made love to her.
Spinning around in my arms, a bright smile graced her slim, heart shaped face. "I can't wait, Sam." She whispered just as her lips met mine.
The kiss was passionate and hungry and my hands couldn't caress enough of her silky smooth skin. Her legs were freshly shaved, a light sheen of cocoa butter lotion spread over her body. The soft dark curls between her thighs, hiding her most precious jewel from prying eyes, were trimmed shorter than normal and I grinned when my hand cupped her slick mound. She bucked into me even as I walked us backward toward the bedroom down the hallway. Kicking the door closed with one foot, I laid her down on the bed and crawled over her, peppering her skin with kisses and little nips. The soft moaning sounds that left her lips had my cock straining against the seam of my shorts and I pressed my hips into hers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy drenching the fabric that stood in our way and I moved away, impatiently stripping myself of the offending clothing.