Thread: A day in her life (momma X QB)

Trista was part happy part worried about him being so eager to meet Azreal now. She was sure that she could arrange a meeting of the two in a few days if he really wanted it but for now she put that in the back of her mind as she listened to all he had to say. Inwardly she scolded herself as he pointed out a mistake she hadnt realized she had made. Mainly due to the fact she was worried about him being upset for hr going behind his back like she had and with him pointing out that she had been underage at the time didnt help anything. She just hoped that he didnt confront Azreal on that as it wasnt really his fault. He had not been given all of the facts and she wouldnt let him get in trouble for her stupid childish mistake. Her and Alexis hadnt seen any harm in it since no alcohol was being served as alcohol with such a scene didnt go well with each other, and it was only a week til her birthday anyways so she was overly close to being 18 at the time. As he laid down the rules upon her of when to address him and how, she took mental note and nodded, allowing him to finish his speech before she would say anything as she didnt want to interrupt him. He was right on many things and so she had to agree with him on all of it. However he didnt understand what had gotten to her so badly at the club which she would explain to him just so they understood each other clearly. With them entering this type of relationship she knew there could truly be no secrets between them other than something harmless like her doing something special for him on his birthday or Christmas and such. That was never a lie but other than that she knew there could be no secrets as doing so could and would hurt their relationship. When he then moved on quickly to asking her preferences once more as he wanted to be clear on what she would not do, she couldnt help but smile at him. She was glad he was letting her off the hook for what she had done. That told her right off that she had been right in choosing him all along. He could be the strong Dominant man she needed yet he still held to his compassion to understand. That would mean allot to her in more ways then he would ever know. As he finished up his speech she smiled up at him, feeling comfortable and happy being in this position now at his feet. It just felt right to her. Yes Master I understand she replied softly as he kissed her forehead, the sweet gesture letting her know everything was alright. AS far as sexual acts I still stay to my original answer. Im up for trying anything with you as long as its not toilet sports or extreme play. And as far as that little incident that weekend, the underage thing was not Azreal's fault. He didnt know all of the facts so that blame falls mainly on me and Alexis for talking me into it and that it would be alright. Though honestly the only thing that really freaked me out at the club was the beautiful woman suspended with hooks in her skin and one of the scenes of degradation which was just more on the extreme part which reminded me of nearly being raped. The rest dint bother me as much even though I didnt understand it back then Master she explained as she looked upon him with admiration. With it growing so late, she knew they would not do much else if anything at all. So when he dismissed her so she could get ready for bed she was not surprised. Besides she still had to call Alexis and let her know she had told him the truth of things and fill her in. Otherwise Alexis would more than likely be calling her at 5 am threatening to come over and tell him what he now already knew. Getting up she gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek as she told him good night, being sure to call him Master still, then headed upstairs to her room for the night. In some ways she was glad for them to stop as she was tired from such an active day. However her mind was still excited so she knew she would not go to sleep immediately. Climbing into bed, she took her cell off of charger and checked her messages. Sure enough she had a text from Alexis reminding her to call before she went to bed. She chuckled to herself as he quickly dialed her friend and then spent the next 30 minutes telling her everything. By the time she got off the phone with Alexis she had made plans for Alexis to come over tomorrow around lunch to help clean the basement. She didnt know what Nathan's plans would be with it being Sunday but she knew they had to get the basement done in the next 2 days or they would miss the upcoming community sale and she knew that event meant something to Nathan so she wouldnt let him down. Setting her alarm for 5 am, she then settled in her warm bed and fell asleep with her plans already in her mind. She would get up before Nathan and fix him breakfast and have his newspaper and coffee ready and waiting for him. With him normally getting up a little after 630 am on Sundays she knew if she got up early enough she could get a shower and cook him breakfast and evaluate the basement before he got up. Then they could deal with the plans of the day once he got awake. The next morning, Trista woke up with her alarm. She hadnt slept too well through the night and she wasnt sure why. She didnt know what was bothering her but it was something. She didnt remember having any dreams but something was pulling at her making her feel almost weary of the day. Inwardly she kept telling herself she was just anxious to see what Nathan's plans were for the day and what his reaction would be to waking up to breakfast prepared for him. But still her mind kept nagging her for some reason that she needed to slow down or go back to bed or something. Pushing that all aside, she climbed out of bed and made her way to her bathroom to take a hot shower to help her wake up. Once out, she slipped on a pair of her tight black workoutdance capris. They were like slacks that ended in the middle of her shin. They were tight enough to show off her curves yet loose enough to move around in without any hindrances. Slipping on a black sports bra, already intending to workout some this morning to help ease her mind, she pulled on a short red small sleeved shirt that ended at the top of her pants so that if she raised her arms over her head her stomach would show. Granted it was chilly in the house as usual this time of year, however she had grown used to the cold and it never really bothered her. Plus she knew that in no time she would be moving around and she would warm up easily. Leaving her hair down, to be wild about her shoulders, she padded downstairs barefooted to start her plans. Looking at the clock it was 530am. She had plenty of time to do all that she had already planned. Heading to the kitchen, she poured herself some orange juice and sipped on it as she headed down to the basement to evaluate what needed to be done. It was chillier down here, making her shiver slightly as she sighed. Not bothering with the cold though she looked around and noted to herself it wasnt really as bad as one would think. If she worked hard and had a little help she could clean this entire room in a few hours. Without help it would more than likely take her all day to do it herself. But if something happened and she had to then she would do it. Turning off the light, she headed back upstairs to the kitchen and started the coffee making. It seemed time was not on her side today as it was already nearly 6 am and Nathan could be up at anytime. Getting to work she started cooking his breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast as she hummed to herself. By 615am she had everything cooked and on a plate waiting for him. With any luck he would be a up just in time for it all to cool so he could simply enjoy. There was just one more thing she needed to finish her plan. Stepping out the front door, she spied the newspaper amidst the snow covering everything. Wasting no time she stepped out on the frozen porch and grabbed it and headed back inside. Shaking off the cold, she pulled it out of its blue bag and unrolled it. Tossing the bag in the trash she went to lay it open in front of his plate of food. Everything was perfect, that is until she spied the headlines of the large Sunday paper. There on the front page under a big bold header entitled 'Search for Runaway Inheritance was a picture of her when she was 16. Her heart fell into her stomach as she scanned the picture of herself taken right before her step father had turned into a total asshat. Though even in the picture her smile was false which was evident by the pain her eyes. The picture had been taken on the anniversary of her fathers death and she had been the only one to really portray the event at the time as her mother was too strung out on meth to note the date and her step father didnt even care. Fighting back those hard memories, her eyes moved to the writing to the side of the picture. Reading quickly the story to find out what this was all about, she felt tears sting her eyes as she read that her mother had died of an overdose two nights ago. Now the government was looking of her as a will had been left declaring her the heir to everything in hr parents name, her real parents. Apparently the will had been made up before her father had died and it had never been changed. That was good news but still she was cut into by the news that her mother was gone forever. In the back of her mind she had always hoped that one day her mother would straighten up and they could reunite and make up for what had gone so horribly wrong. But now that was not possible, her prayers had been denied and her heart steadily broke over the realization. Putting the paper down, she fought within herself as she dashed her tears away. She didnt need this, not right now. She had so much going on, it was too soon for her past to come back to bite her like this. Her emotions were at war as she felt angry over the fact that she had left her mother to the hands of that wretched man who was no doubt responsible for her death even though the paper claimed it an accident on her part. She was broken over the loss and yet determined to not let the past hurt her anymore. Not able to sit still any longer and not wanting Nathan to see her like this, she left the paper on the table and headed to the living room to grab her mp3 player and small portable speakers she had used yesterday for the others and headed to the basement. She knew if Nathan saw her upset he would go to comfort her and at this moment if he touched her she would break. She didnt want to burden him with her problems right now, not when he had his own demons to face and things were just starting to go right for them. She needed to get a hold of herself and she knew it so she would do what she always did when she was upset, she would get lost in the music and let it be the balm to her pain and her strength to push forward. Once down in the basement, she pushed the boxes in her way to the edges of the room, she wouldnt need much space. Setting up the mp3 player and speakers, she found the song she wanted as she pulled her top shirt off, knowing even though it was cold she couldnt feel it as she was already numb. It was a song she had always loved but had never related to it til now. It was Cry by Rihanna and it was about two lovers. However as she thought on the words and the mellow, strong beat to it she knew it was perfect. Setting it to repeat she moved to the space she had cleared and pushed away any sounds around her as she let the melody fill her and cover her raging emotions. She didnt want to break, she wanted to remain strong and dammit she was going to do so somehow. As she moved to the beat of the music she mixed both ballet and hiphop as she moved in fluid graceful movements as she still kept her frame of body strong, thinking on each word and how it played into her life. The part of never hurting when saying goodbye and feeling the victim played hard on her past. Most of the lyrics did. It was how she felt about her father's untimely death, about her mother abandoning her to drugs and selfishly drowning her sorrows while forgetting about her daughter. It told of how she was the victim of it all and how she had to leave even though she was broken inside for running, of how she had come to be with Nathan and things had changed and how she had felt about him and how now she refused to break and cry. As the tempo picked up she felt her inner strength rise as she gave herself over to the music and forgot about the time or where she was, of what she was doing, and the fact that Nathan would no doubt be awake soon and be wondering where she was. She allowed herself to slip into a passionate trance within herself as she sorted through her own problems, not willing to ask for help and not willing to give in to what she felt as she fought back her tears. No doubt if Nathan were to find her down here in the cold basement barefooted and scantly dressed he would be upset with her but at the moment that thought was far from her mind. Here is a link to a video very close to what she would be doing dance wise and its set to that song i mentioned to. Just thought i would share as I got lost in writing and trying to describe the dance would take about page worth.