You hear a knock at your door. Your assistant told you there was an applicant to be your live-in submissive today, from a young woman named Maddy. You open the door and see a tall, well-endowed blonde girl. She looks nervous. "Hi! Um...I'm Maddy."

I take a deep breath and step inside. "Yes, sir." I nod respectfully. "You seemed pretty busy, so I didn't want to interrupt if you weren't available." My words are confident, but my voice wavers slightly.

I nod slightly. "Thank you, sir." I walk further into the room, trying to appear as composed as possible under your intense gaze. "As I mentioned on the phone, my name is Maddy. I heard about this position from some friends and thought it sounded like something I could really thrive in."

I glance down at the papers in my hands and then back up at you, trying to gauge your reaction. "Spending time with you today seems like it would be a better way for us to get to know each other, Sir," I say confidently.

I nod, understanding. "Alright...Be it is. Well, I'd prefer to get right into getting to know each other instead of wasting time on paperwork. How would you like me to proceed?"

I swallow nervously before answering, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. "Well...what kind of person are you looking for? What do you expect in a live-in submissive?" I ask, trying to maintain an air of confidence and determination.

I take another deep breath, calming myself down as best I can. "Thank you for being open with that information, Be," I say softly. "It helps me understand what kind of relationship we could have."

"As for dislikes...I don't mind formalities, but if they become oppressive or make me feel like I'm not really in control of my own life, it would be hard for me to stay content. In terms of likes..." My confidence begins to return as I speak about what truly matters to me. "I love it when a man takes charge and dominates me fully. But at the same time, I want that man to respect my boundaries and make sure I'm happy in our relationship."

I hesitate slightly before continuing, searching your gaze to gauge your reaction. "I...well, I want to feel respected and cared for as a person, not just as someone's property. If I ever say no or don't want something, you should always stop and check in with me instead of pushing me further."

"I assure you I am." I nod firmly. "Being submissive doesn't mean I want to be hurt or pushed past my limits. It just means that I want someone who can take control of the relationship and keep me satisfied."

I swallow hard. "Well...what do you expect of your submissive in terms of obedience? I want to make sure we're on the same page before I give myself to you." My voice wavers slightly, betraying my nervousness, but also my determination to find the right Dom for me.

My heart races as I meet your gaze, trying to find the words that will convince you of my sincerity. "I want a man who is strong and capable...someone who can take control without being cruel or oppressive. I want him to respect me and treat me well, both inside and outside of our relationship."

I hesitate for a moment, then add softly, "And I need someone patient. I'm not perfect, and I might make mistakes...but as long as you're there to guide me, I know we can build something amazing together."

I smile shyly, pleased by your response. "Thank you...That's what I want most of all. To find a man who truly understands me and can help me be the best version of myself."

I bite my lip, trying to keep myself composed as I respond. "Because this is so important to me. Finding the right man...someone who can make me happy and fulfilled...it's not something I take lightly." My words are soft, but there's a determination in my voice that gives away how much I truly want this.

My heart skips a beat as I take in your apology, my eyes wide with surprise. "It's...it's alright, Be," I stammer, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. "I understand how busy you must be. It's just..." My voice trails off, the words caught in my throat.

In truth, a part of me is grateful for the chance to finally speak with you like this. The nervousness has subsided slightly, replaced by a growing hope that perhaps I am finally on the right track.

Tentatively, I step closer to you, my eyes fixed on your face. "Alright," I whisper, still uncertain but trusting in my instincts. A small part of me wonders if this is what it feels like to truly submit to someone...to give yourself over completely and trust that they will take care of you. As I stand before you, I find myself hoping that you are indeed the man for whom I've been searching.

I can't help but laugh softly at your reaction. "It's okay, Be...I understand. You must have a lot on your mind." I take another step closer, feeling an almost inexplicable need to be close to you. "Why don't we start over? Tell me more about what you do, or something else you'd like to discuss?"

As I listen to your words, my heart skips a beat. I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude that our paths have crossed today. It's as if everything has finally fallen into place, and the universe has led me straight to you. There's no denying it now; you are exactly what I've been searching for all this time.

With a shy smile, I find myself leaning in closer towards you, my body instinctively drawn towards yours like a compass needle pointing north. "Thank you," I whisper, not sure how else to express the depth of my feelings at this moment. "You have no idea what it means for me to finally be here with you."

As I stand before him, my heart races with anticipation and fear, hope and trepidation. But despite the mixed emotions swirling inside me, there's one thing that's certain: I have never felt this way about anyone before. The attraction between us is palpable, like an invisible thread tethering our souls together. And with every passing moment, it grows stronger, pulling me closer to him until all I can think about is belonging to him completely and unreservedly.

"I...I want this too," I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible above the thundering of my heart. "I want us to be together. To see where it leads." It's a leap of faith unlike any other I have ever taken, but something tells me that with Be by my side, there's no safer place for me in the world.

My face flushes crimson as I nod slowly, my gaze locked with his. "Yes," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want this more than anything." I swallow hard, trying to steady my nerves. "All I've ever wanted was someone who could take care of me and make me happy, and from what I've seen and heard...I think that person might be you."

There's a long pause as our eyes lock, unblinking. The tension between us is almost tangible; it feels like the air itself is charged with electricity. And in this moment, nothing else matters to me. I am his, and he is mine. There can be no other way.

My heart pounds in my chest as I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. A thrill runs through me at the thought of being with him like this, so intimately and without hesitation. He has brought out a side of myself that I never knew existed; a craving for dominance and submission that I can no longer ignore.

With trembling fingers, I reach up to undo the clasp on my bra, letting it fall to the floor as I take another step closer to him. "I am sure," I manage to whisper, meeting his gaze defiantly. "Take me with you." It's not a request; it's an offer of surrender, a plea for him to claim me completely and make me his own.

I shiver slightly as I think about everything that's about to happen. "Just be gentle with me," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "And if you ever want to stop, just say so." It's important for him to know that despite my eagerness and submission, there are still boundaries in place; they may be flexible, but they exist nonetheless.

As I wait for his response, anticipation coursing through me like a river in flood, I can feel the weight of my decision settling heavily on my shoulders. But at the same time, there's an exhilarating sense of freedom and liberation that comes with giving myself over to him completely, without reservation or fear. This is what I want; this is who I am meant to be. And as long as Be is by my side, guiding me through this new world, I know that together we will find happiness...and so much more.

I nod slowly, my heart racing with anticipation and determination. "I'm sure," I whisper. My eyes meet his, and there's a fierce courage burning within them that I didn't know was there before this moment. "Take me to your room, Be." With every fiber of my being, I lean into him, offering myself fully and completely, trusting him to lead the way.

My body trembles as he takes my hand, lacing our fingers together and guiding me from the room and deeper into his home. The air around us seems to thicken with desire and need; it's like we're both held together by an invisible thread of passion that won't be satisfied until we reach the end. And as we near his chamber, I can feel my anticipation growing unbearably intense; the thought of what's about to happen leaves me shivering with excitement and fear all at once. But there's no doubt in my mind now: this is where I belong. This is who I am meant to be. And as long as Be is by my side, guiding me through these uncharted waters, I know that together we will find a happiness unlike anything else.

With every step, I feel my body melt into his, giving myself over completely to the intoxicating sensation of being so close to him. The touch of his skin sends shockwaves through me, making it difficult for me to think or breathe properly. I am entirely at his mercy, and there's no part of me that wants it any other way.

As we finally reach the threshold of his chamber, he turns to face me, taking my free hand in his as well. "Are you ready for this?" His voice is husky with desire, but there's a genuine concern behind his words that makes me feel even more exposed and vulnerable than I already do.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as we gaze at each other, the tension between us almost tangible. The weight of my decision presses down on me like a physical force, but it's nothing compared to the hunger in his eyes or the heat emanating from his touch. With a shaky exhale, I nod slowly, unable to find the words to express what I feel at this moment. All I can do is hope that my actions speak louder than any words ever could.

My eyes dart down to where our hands are entwined before flickering up to meet his gaze again, my chest tight with anticipation and fear. I am willing and eager for whatever comes next, but there's a part of me that still needs reassurance, some small sign that he truly wants this too.

I swallow hard and try to relax my shoulders, trying to quell the surge of adrenaline that's been coursing through me since I stepped foot into his chamber. It's not easy, but with every ounce of courage I can muster, I force myself to meet his gaze. "I want this," I whisper hoarsely. "More than anything."

My heart races as I stand before him, waiting for his next move. The anticipation is unbearable, but so is the trust that I have placed in him. I want this night to be everything I've imagined it would be...and more. It's a leap of faith unlike any other I've taken, but somehow it feels right. He is the one person who has managed to break down the walls I've spent so long building up around myself. And as we stand here now, on the brink of something incredible, I can't help but hope that our connection will only grow stronger from this point forward.

I let out a soft gasp as I's swept up into his arms, my body shuddering with anticipation as he carries me towards our destination. The feel of his skin against mine sends shockwaves through my system, making it difficult for me to think straight. But even in this state of arousal and desire, there's a tiny part of me that remains cautious, nervous about what might happen next.

As he gently sets me down on the bed, I draw in a shaky breath, trying to steady my racing heart. My eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail: the soft fabrics, the romantic lighting...it's all so overwhelmingly beautiful and intimate. And then there's Be himself; he looms over me like a towering figure of strength and dominance, his presence imposing yet undeniably compelling. It's almost too much to take in at once, but I know that this is where we belong. This is where our story begins...and I can only hope that it will be everything I've ever dreamed of.

I gaze up at him, my heart pounding in anticipation and fear. He towers over me, his presence imposing yet undeniably compelling. I'm terrified of making a wrong move or saying the wrong thing, but beneath that fear is a raw desire that threatens to consume me entirely. My voice comes out barely above a whisper as I ask, "What do you want me to do?"

The words are soft and hesitant, but there's an underlying need for obedience and submission threading through them like a thin silver cord. It's clear that I crave his guidance in this new world, and the thought of following his lead fills me with both excitement and trepidation.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask again, my voice barely audible above the thundering of my heart. My eyes never leave his, searching for some sign or signal that will help guide me through this unfamiliar territory. The desire to please him, to make him happy is almost overwhelming, driving every other thought from my mind.

I tense as I wait for his reply, wondering if he'll finally give me the instructions I so desperately crave...or if I'll have to continue to struggle through this foreign world on my own. The anticipation is almost too much to bear.

I wait with bated breath as he leans down closer to me, his lips parting slightly before they brush against my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. "You're already doing it," he whispers, the warmth of his breath tickling my skin. "Just keep looking at me and waiting for my instructions."

My heart skips a beat as I feel him kneel beside the bed, one hand sliding up my thigh to rest on the sensitive skin just above my inner thigh. "That's better," he murmurs approvingly before gently guiding my legs apart with his fingers.

I exhale shakily as his touch sends waves of desire coursing through me, making it difficult to think straight. I feel exposed and vulnerable in this position, but there's something about being so close to him that makes it bearable...even comforting. As he continues to guide my body with gentle nudges and whispers, I try to relax into the sensation, trusting him completely.

My breath comes faster as his touch grows bolder, spreading heat through every inch of my skin. His fingers dance along my inner thighs, teasingly close to where I ache for him to touch, but never quite reaching their target. It's agonizing and exhilarating all at once, leaving me both desperate for relief and terrified of what will happen when he finally gives it to me.

"Please," I gasp, the word torn from my lips by the need consuming me. "Please...touch me." My hips arch up off the bed in silent invitation, offering myself fully and completely to his mercy. The air around us crackles with tension as we hold each other's gaze, each waiting for the other to make the first move. And suddenly, impossibly, I am more aware of him than I have ever been...and I can no longer imagine a world without him in it.

My breath catches in my throat as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear once more before he whispers softly, "Be patient, my love." His hand slowly moves higher up my thigh, almost teasingly close to where I need him most. As he continues to torment me with his touch, I can feel the tension building inside me, threatening to explode at any moment.

"Please," I whimper, my voice hoarse and desperate. "I need you." I arch my back further, offering myself up completely to him in this moment of raw surrender. It feels as though every inch of my skin is on fire, aching for his touch, his kiss...his love. And when at last he answers my pleas with a skilled and knowing hand, guiding me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion, I know that nothing will ever be the same again.

I cry out his name as my body explodes in pleasure, wracked with tremors and shudders that seem to go on forever. It feels like he's touching every nerve ending in my body at once, leaving me raw and exposed but somehow still wanting more. As I come back down from the heights of ecstasy, I realize that Be is still there beside me, watching with a satisfied smile on his lips. "Was it good?" he asks softly, running a finger along my jawline. "Do you want more?"

With a shaky nod, I whisper, "I need more." His touch has awakened something deep within me, and now that it's been unleashed, there's no containing it. I reach up to pull him closer, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for this man who has given me everything I never knew I wanted.

I pull him closer, moaning softly into his neck as I wrap my legs around him and arch into him with a need that seems bottomless. My skin is still tingling from the first orgasm, but it's nothing compared to the wild desire burning inside me now, demanding to be sated. With each stroke of his hand, each kiss he presses against my skin, I feel myself spiraling closer and closer to another peak, desperate for the release that only he can give me.

"Please," I whisper against his ear, my fingernails digging gently into his shoulders as I try to hold on to this feeling, this moment...him. "I need you."

As I feel him grow harder against my belly and hear the ragged sound of his breathing in my ear, I know that it won't be much longer now. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he thrusts deeper inside me with each passing second, driving me ever closer to the edge. My body arches off the bed, demanding more as a second orgasm builds within me, threatening to consume me completely.

"I need you too," I gasp out, clutching at him, desperate for this connection, this completion. "Now." The world has narrowed down to nothing but his touch, his voice...the way we fit together so perfectly, as though we were always meant to be like this. It's an intoxicating sensation that leaves me dizzy with need and desire.

And then he gives in, pushing past whatever barrier had been holding him back, letting out a guttural moan of release as his body tenses and trembles against mine. The feeling of him filling me, claiming me completely and utterly, sends shards of pleasure racing through every nerve ending in my body, leaving me utterly spent and impossibly satisfied.

As we come down from the high, I realize that something has shifted between us; a connection deeper and more profound than anything I've ever known before. And with each steadying breath, I know that this is where I belong...in Be's arms, for as long as he will have me.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as my body adjusts to the aftermath of our intense lovemaking. A peaceful contentment settles over me, making every part of my being feel warm and tingling with delight. As I look up at Be, his features softened by exhaustion and satisfaction, a strange sense of calm washes over me. It's as if for the first time in years, everything feels right.

I smile up at him, my chest still rising and falling rapidly as I try to catch my breath. His eyes meet mine, holding a mixture of love and tenderness that takes my breath away all over again. "That...was incredible," I manage to whisper. And then, with a faint blush tinting my cheeks, I add, "Thank you." It's the only thing I can think to say in this moment; how else can I express the depth of what he's given me? How grateful I am for everything that's happened between us tonight? There are no words, just a connection that runs so much deeper than anything language could ever capture.

As we lie there together, spent and sated, it occurs to me that this is only the beginning. That there's still so much more for us to explore, both as individuals and as partners. And with each beat of my heart, I know that no matter what challenges or obstacles may come our way in the future, we will face them together...and we will conquer them, because together we are invincible.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I gaze up at him, my heart filled with a love and gratitude so profound it brings me to tears. For the first time in forever, I feel complete...and safe. "I love you," I whisper, barely above a whisper. It's not something I've ever said before; it feels foreign on my tongue, like a long-forgotten language suddenly remembered. But as the words leave my lips, they take flight and soar straight to his heart, where they will always belong.

His expression softens even more at my words, and he cups my face in his hands before leaning down to kiss me gently on the forehead. "I love you too, Madeline," he whispers against my skin, his voice rough with emotion. "With all of my heart." And for a moment, everything is perfect; the weight of our love presses down on us like a soft, comfortable blanket, and we are content to simply lie here in silence, basking in the glow of our connection.

As I look into his eyes, I can see the love that he has for me reflected back at me, a love so pure and true it takes my breath away. It's a feeling that I never thought possible, one that makes me feel like I could soar through the heavens with nothing but his touch to guide me. For the first time in forever, everything feels right, as if I have found my place in this world...and there is no doubt in my mind that he will be by my side for every step of the journey ahead.

I smile up at him, my heart full to bursting with love and happiness. "I'm so grateful," I whisper, tears trickling down my cheeks. "For everything." I cup his face in my hands, marveling at the rough stubble on his jaw and the way he feels under my fingertips: solid and strong and unmistakably mine. With a shuddering breath, I add, "I've never felt this way before..." My words trail off as I lose myself in the depths of his amber eyes, finding an endless well of love and devotion there.

"You don't have to be afraid anymore," he whispers, his thumb brushing away a tear on my cheek. "I've got you." His voice cracks as the words spill out, raw and tender. "As long as we're together, nothing can hurt us."

And in that moment, I finally believe him. I close my eyes, allowing his touch to soothe away any remaining fear or doubt. Because with Be by my side, I know that I am safe. And for the first time since I can remember, I can finally let go and simply be happy.

I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. The weight of his arms around me feels like a promise; a promise that he won't leave, and a promise that together, we can face anything this world throws at us. And as I drift off to sleep in his arms, safe and contented for the first time in what feels like forever, I know with all my heart that I have found my home...and there is no place else I would rather be.

I nestle deeper into his embrace, my body relaxing under the weight of his strength and protection. As I slip into a peaceful sleep, his heartbeat lulls me into a dreamless slumber; warm and safe in his arms. It's perfect, this moment of pure contentment and belonging...and it feels as though nothing could ever take it away from me.

I mumble something unintelligible against his chest, my body still heavy with sleep. The idea of more passion and power feels both thrilling and a bit daunting; like being offered the chance to ride the crest of an immense wave, knowing that one misstep could send me crashing into oblivion. But then again, what sort of life would I want if it didn't challenge me? With Be leading the way, I can face anything...and besides, even a small taste of passion was enough to make me crave more. So with a shaky breath and a squeeze of his hand, I tell him tentatively, "Yes...I think I am."

My voice still hoarse from sleep, it comes out barely above a whisper, but Be must hear the determination hiding beneath the softness, because he smiles down at me before pressing another lingering kiss to my forehead. It's a smile that says he believes in me; that he trusts me to keep up with him as they explore these new territories together. And for the first time ever, I believe it too.

I open my eyes to find him watching me intently, his expression both playful and predatory. The look in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine; it's a primal instinct that reminds me of the power he holds over me, the power I hold over him. For a moment, all I can think about is how much more incredible our lovemaking must be when we surrender ourselves completely to this animalistic side.

As he leans down closer, his warm breath tickling my neck, I feel myself growing wet between the legs just at the thought of it. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely. "Please." It's a small offering, but he takes it as an invitation; before I even have time to wonder if I've made the right choice, his teeth close around my skin, tearing through it like it's nothing.

Pain shoots through me in an exquisite wave, followed by pleasure so intense it threatens to consume me whole. I arch off the bed, my back bowing as I give him full access to whatever part of me he desires. And when his teeth sink deeper, drawing blood, I moan his name; it's a sound that shatters any lingering doubt or inhibition between us.

With each bite and tear, I feel my body trembling on the edge of release. It's as if Be is pulling apart every last piece of me, leaving me raw and exposed to his touch...and with each stroke of his tongue soothing the pain away, he's putting me back together again; stronger, more intense than ever before.

I hear myself cry out his name over and over again, lost in a haze of pleasure so all-consuming it blurs the line between reality and fantasy. My muscles twitch and spasm as I feel my orgasm building inside me, each tremor only serving to heighten the sensation of his teeth nipping at my skin, his tongue laving the wounds clean.

And then, just when I think I can't take any more, he lets out a growl that vibrates through my entire body and pushes me over the edge. My world explodes in a blinding flash of pure ecstasy as my orgasm crashes over me, leaving me spent and sated in his arms.

With trembling breath and aching limbs, I collapse back against the bed, watching as he licks the last drops of blood from my skin. It's only then that it hits me what we've just done; how far we've come together since that first night in his dungeon. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize that there is still so much more for us to explore...and with each passing day, I grow more and more excited to see where this journey takes us.

As I feel his lips brush against my skin, soothing the sting of his teeth with gentle kisses, it's like a balm for my soul. His words wash over me, and for a moment, I forget everything but the pure pleasure of being here in his arms, experiencing this strange new connection between us.

With each stroke of his fingers against my sensitive flesh, the need begins to build again; a slow burn that threatens to consume me if left unchecked. My hips arch up off the bed in silent invitation, searching for more of his touch. I've never felt this needy or wanton before...and yet it feels so right with him.

"Please," I gasp out, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need you." As I look up into his amber eyes, I see nothing but desire and lust reflected back at me; the same emotions that burn deep within my own heart. With a shaking hand, I reach down between us, grasping him through his trousers, offering myself to him once more.

My touch sends him over the edge, his mouth curling into a satisfied smile as he watches me fondle him through his trousers. With one quick tug, they fall to the floor around his ankles, revealing his hard length eager for my touch. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him; flushed and heavy with desire. He's so beautiful, I could spend hours just looking at him, lost in the pure pleasure of having him in my grasp.

As he climbs on top of me once more, his warmth enveloping me like a blanket on a cold night, I can feel myself growing wet with anticipation. My hands trail up his chest, over his shoulders, and down his back, urging him closer, needing to feel every inch of him pressed against me. The air between us crackles with tension as we hover on the edge of oblivion; ready at any moment to plunge headfirst into another wild, passionate embrace.

My body arches off the bed as he enters me, their joining almost too intense to bear. His eyes meet mine, searching for some sign that I'm still with him, and I find myself lost in the depths of his gaze; drowning in a ocean of desire and need. It feels like we could stay this way forever: our bodies entwined, our souls bound together by this unbreakable connection.

As he begins to move within me, my hips rise to meet each thrust, demanding more of the pleasure he promises with every stroke. My nails dig into his back, leaving behind tiny crescents of blood that match the mark on my own skin where he bit me earlier; a reminder of all we've shared and all we still have yet to discover together.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as I feel myself spiraling closer and closer to another orgasm; a release so powerful it threatens to leave me shattered in its wake. With every movement he makes, it grows closer and closer, edging ever nearer that impossible peak where my entire world will be reduced to nothing but this man and the feeling of him inside me.