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"Is something wrong? You're awfully jittery for someone in the morning." Michael said as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder. As he did so, Michael's odd feeling grew even worse, it began to feel like his chest and belly were in a hydralic clamp. He didn't know what caused it, or why he had it, but he knew it invovled Emily in some way.
 
"Oh! Um..." she jumped as he placed his hand on her shoulder, it caused her to break out into a little sweat. "I had a bad dream last night, that's all..." her tail twitched a little and her ears flattened. She barely knew anything about this man, they'd spent hardly any time together, and yet she felt so strange when near him.
 
"A bad dream? Is that all?" Michael asked her. He knew she probably wouldn't remember it, but he had to comfort her in someway. "Listen Emily, some people believe dreams are a vision into the future, whereas other people believe dreams are just that, dreams. Nothing more, nothing less." He said to her as he tried to rub her ears and comfort her.
 
She nodded, that was all. She listened to him as he spoke, and wondered if her dream was a vision of the future, that he was going to push her out and leave her on the streets. That scared her. She melted a little bit as he rubbed her ears, he'd never done that before...and it felt nice. She closed her eyes and tilted her head a little.
 
As he continued to scrath her ears, Michael saw he leaning into his hand. "I take it you're enjoying your ears being scratched?" He asked as he continued to rub and scratch her ears. Michael deeply cared for her, but he didn't want to or liked to use force when it was unnessicary. He had thought of throwing her out once or twice, but he didn't like the idea of doing so.
 
She nodded a little, "Yes...it feels very nice," he was quickly calming her down by scratching her ears so gently like that. Her heartbeat was slowing, her body was relaxing, her eyes were drooping a little bit. She felt much more at ease now. Having her ears scratched like that put her into a semi-trance, a very very relaxed state.
 
After a few minutes of continued scratching, Michael stopped and pulled his hand away from her chin. "So, do you feel better now that I've scratched your chin?" He asked as he picked up a piece of bacon and offered it to her. Michael knew her kind were primarily carnivores, but since her family was, in a way 'dirt poor', Emily probably didn't get to eat as much meat as she wanted.
 
She nodded, strangely subdued by his gentle petting of her. She opened her mouth, almost automatically, for him to place the piece there, instead of just taking it with her hand. She didn't know why she had done that, but she felt like it was the right thing to do.
 
Michael smiled and placed the strip of bacon gently into Emily's mouth and pulled his hand away before she crunched down on the the bacon. He knew her teeth were sharp enough to cut through meat like a meatcleaver and her jaw was strong enough to fracture bones. One bite from her would most likely need a cast and stitches.
 
She chewed on the bacon happily, it tasted very good. She swallowed it and was going to just sit back, but she decided to open her mouth again for him to feed her another piece.
 
"Heh heh, I take it you like the bacon considering you want me to feed you." Michael said as he picked up another strip of bacon and placed it into her mouh, again being careful around her teeth.
 
She nodded again as she crunched away at the bacon, it was so delicious. "I do like it...it's very tasty. I've never had it before..." she licked her lips, her fangs flashing in the light for a moment.
 
"Well, I can order some more for you if you want." Michael asked as offered her the last strip of bacon he had. "Do you also want to try some of my eggs as well?" He said as he pushed some of the scrambled eggs towards her if she really wanted some.
 
She munched away the last piece of bacon, but wrinkled her nose at the eggs. "No, I'm fine...I don't need anymore," she said, the three pieces of bacon had been enough for her, though she'd surely be hungry later.
 
"Heh, alright. If you want anything else later on, just as one of the waiters, they'll be more than happy to take your order." Michael said as he gave her one last rub to her ears before eating the rest of the eggs asked for. He didn't know if she liked eggs or not, but was willing to offer her any kind of meat he had.
 
"Okay, thank you..." she said, leaning back into her chair. She was beginning to feel awkward and weird again now that he had stopped touching her ears. She looked over at him eating. He was nice to her, and she should be thankful for that. She could be with someone much worse than he was.
 
"You're quite welcome Emily. Of course, if you want to eat with me, feel free to ask. I'll always be happy to eat with you." Michael said as he began to scratch her chin once he had finished his eggs. Michael wanted to make her feel comfortable around him, and he would do anything to achieve it.
 
She fidgeted a little bit, trying to be as comfortable as possible. It was still strange being here, and she'd only been here a few days as it was. She lifted her chin as he scratched it, she enjoyed it a lot when he did that. "I'll remember that...thank you." she said with a little smile, her fangs glinting in the light.
 
Even though she was smiling, Michael was a little intimidated by her fangs. It was something he'd have to get used to as she lived with him. "You're quite welcome. By the way, could you tell me what meats you like or want to try?" Michael asked. With the how much money he had, he could easily afford the finest meats and vegtables, and still have enough money to do anything with it.
 
She shrugged, "Any meat. I've never tasted one that I haven't liked, though I've never had the finest quality of meats before." she thought back to everything she'd eaten in her life. Nothing had been star quality, but it'd always been delicious so far as she could remember. She shrugged again, "You really don't have to worry about it. After all, my purpose in being here is to serve you, right?" her voice grew a little bitter there, "So what I want doesn't really matter."
 
"While it may be true that you were to serve me, I do want to express how greatful I am for you doing so by wanting to give you the best food, clothes, and comfort I can offer. Hell, I'll even let you sleep in my bed if you were to 'serve' me at night, if you know what I mean by that." Michael said as he grabbed her hand with his own and kissed it gently. Michael knew she would grow uncomfortable or sad if she did all the serving and got nothing in return.
 
Her eyes widened as he grabbed her hand and kissed it, she left it there for a moment. "Serve you...at night?" she asked quietly, her muscles tensing at the thought of that. "Just...just how often would I need to, um...do that?" she felt strange talking about it, even in such cryptic terms. She felt weird just THINKING about it, as she was most certainly a virgin.
 
"Once a month would be enough for you if you're a virgin, if not though, once a week will be just fine, and by serve, I mean have sex with me. If you serve me at night, I promise that you won't have to do anything else." Michael said to Emily. Even though he was true to his word, he had hoped that she would agree to it. If she didn't, Michael wouldn't punish her, but he would make her clean his room from top to bottem.
 
She shifted a little in her chair, finally withdrawing her hand from his. She twisted her hands together nervously, averting her eyes away from him and towards the floor. "I, um...I am a virgin..." she said almost self-conciously. She didn't exactly know how she felt about giving her virginity away to him, but when she began to think about it, she realized that she had to live here with him anyway, he would be the only one she could ever have sex with. Did she want to remain celibate her entire life, or just give him what he obviously wanted? "So if I did it...then I would basically be your live-in whore."
 
"Well, I wouldn't go as far to call you a whore, more like a sexfriend." Michael said as he patted her shoulder. He was trying his best to comfort her, but he was worried that she would reject him, or worse, rebel against him.
 
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