Morning with Mary

When Edward awoke next morning, Lisa was already gone.

Lisa's pillow still smelled like her shampoo, peach and something sharper, maybe mint. Edward rolled onto his side, fingers brushing the indentation her head had left. The sheets were cold where she'd been. He sat up, his small cock twitching against his thigh. His eyes wandered to the night stand, where the marker rested.

Edward reached for the marker, his fingers brushing the cool plastic just as his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Lisa's name flashed across the screen with a text: *Am in class, gone for the day. Don't change too much without me :D*

Edward stared at the ceiling for a while, when he heard rustling in the kitchen. He quickly put on some clothes and stumbled into the kitchen. Mary stood at the counter, spreading Nutella on toast. She turned, mid-bite, and froze when she saw Edward. "Oh!" Crumbs tumbled from her lips. "You're up early."

Edward's fingers twitched toward his pocket where the marker rested. Mary's pajama top gaped slightly as she leaned against the counter, revealing the soft swell of cleavage. He swallowed hard. "Yeah, couldn't sleep." he said, reaching past her for the coffee tin. Their arms brushed. Mary didn't pull away.

Her bare foot tapped an absent rhythm against the tile. Edward poured himself a cup, before, looking Mary into the eyes.

"Something wrong? Do I have something in my face?"

Edward thought for a moment. "You're still seeing this body builder, Josh, was his name?"

Mary blinked. "Josh? Yeah. I was at his place yesterday."

Edward's knuckles whitened around his coffee mug."Why do you ask?" she said.

"No reason." Edward **** a sip of coffee, the bitterness sharp on his tongue. His free hand crept toward the marker in his pocket. "Hey can I ask you something? I have this pen, this marker here. Can I write something with it on your arm?"

Mary looked at the marker confused. "That's a weird request.", she giggled. "Sure go ahead. What's the worst that could happen?"

Mary held out her forearm, her wrist upturned like an offering. The morning light caught the fine golden hairs along her skin as Edward uncapped the marker with a soft click. His pulse hammered in his throat. "Just a word," he murmured, more to himself than to her. The tip hovered over her skin—then descended.

SUBMISSIVE, he wrote, the ink dark and glistening.

Mary's breath hitched. Her fingers curled involuntarily against the counter edge, knuckles whitening. "What-" The word dissolved into a shudder. Her pupils dilated, dark swallowing grey. Edward watched, mesmerized, as her shoulders relaxed, her spine curving into a languid slump. When she spoke again, it semt her will was gone. "Edward..."

"Will you do as I say?", Edward asked.

Mary's lips parted, her breath coming quicker. "Yes," she whispered, her shoulders slumping further. Her toast slipped from her fingers, landing nutella-side down on the tile with a wet slap. Edward's pulse hammered in his throat as he reached for her wrist again. "I hope you like this."