herself to her throwing the chair at me. But this is nearly all I could hope for. It’s perfect really. She’s still resistant, but cooperating. I knew she’d be like this. She’s perfect.
She’s making it easy while still being a challenge. I like that. No, I fucking love that.
We get to her bedroom and I punch in the code. I see her shoulders sag slightly and the corners of her mouth turn down. She should be smarter than to think I'd place her in a room without a lock. I’m sure she knows better than that.
As soon as the door shuts behind us, I take off the sash. She blinks a few times before letting the astonishment show on her face. I look over her body and realize how unkempt she looks. Her skin’s still flushed and gorgeous, save for a few smudges on her face. But her feet are bare and dirty, and her hair’s tangled and in need of a wash. Even her nightgown looks rumpled and dirty on the part covering her ass since she sat on the floor most of the day. She was only in the cell for one day, but one was enough for her to get this disheveled. I’m not looking forward to having to send her back there, but I know she’s going back. It’s only a matter of time.
I made sure her room was spacious and would satisfy her every need and desire. It’s a combination of her bedroom and living room. The en-suite is to the left, through a pair of large antique doors, and to the right she has an office that’s accessible through another locked door. I hope that it will be hers one day. For now, all contact she makes with the outside world will be monitored. I made sure to take her phone with me when I left. She hasn't received any messages or calls yet, but her social media shit is fucking constant. I have my ways to ensure we’ll both be happy as far as that’s concerned.
This room that I've prepared for her is nearly the size of her entire cabin. It takes up the majority of my basement. But she needs the space since this is all she’ll have from now on. I tried to section it off for her so she’d have a clear separation between the living room and bedroom. It’s all the same soft grey in color though, which helps to unite the spaces. Most of the linens are white, giving it a very clean and modern look. The accents are pink though. Very pale pink. I even hung floor-to-ceiling crushed velvet curtains for her. They’re only covering small windows that hardly let in any light, but they make the room look larger and more luxurious. I’m hopeful that everything is to her taste. Every piece I selected reminded me of her. I want this to be a dream come true, and the setting is every bit as important as the story.
In reality, her new home is much nicer than her cabin. Everything is new and fresh. I wanted everything to have the same feel as her cabin, just with more luxurious furnishings and decor. A huge bookshelf is in one corner. Some of the books are favorites of hers, but the others are my choices. I even brought her laptop for her so that she can keep working. Of course she'll only have access to it when I'll be present for now, and I installed a tracker and a logger so I'll be able to remotely monitor her, but she should still be thrilled to have it.
I watch her as she walks to each item, putting her hand out, but barely touching the furniture. She seems shocked, but also pleased, and that makes me happy. I’m proud that I can provide for her. I want that. I want her to see how good I can be for her.
She walks slowly to the table in front of the sofa. It's where I set her Kindle. The tablet's in its case, and she pauses as she recognizes it as hers. Her eyes widen, and she looks back at me.
“I told you I’d give you what you need. And I understand your needs,” I say. I know all of her needs, and I can’t fucking wait to fuck her exactly how she needs it. She looks at me hesitantly, but I don’t give her a moment to respond.
“You will obey me.” Now's