she’s dead.
One month, my ass. I’m not giving her up in a month. No fucking way. I’ve only just gotten my hands on her.
I calm myself by thinking about how she’s safe here. Having her in her room soothes the beast inside of me. My kitten is where she belongs, and she’s adjusting well.
She cried for nearly an hour last night. I hated watching her break down like that. It’s only natural though. And now that it’s out of her system, she’s taken to her surroundings well. She checked everywhere for an escape though. I chuckle as I make my way to the monitors in the closet.
Her alarm is going to go off at 7 a.m., and she’s still curled up in bed. I imagine she’s going to want to fight me on this one. She’s used to getting up at 8 a.m. I’d be happy to let her have the extra hour, if she asks. I may prime her to ask for permission so she can see that I’m willing to adjust for her. But I’m not sure she’ll bring it up and risk going back to the cell. She might be afraid that even just asking me will displease me. Her fear is a big part of what’s holding us back. I just need to give her time and let that dissipate.
I watch her sleeping peacefully and something inside of me seems to shift into place. I know everything is going to work out perfectly. Every ounce of worry leaves me.
I walk with purpose to the bathroom and go about my daily ritual. I look at my reflection in the mirror and run my hand over the stubble on my jaw. I need to get myself together before I go to her. And she should be doing the same for me. She isn’t though.
I cluck my tongue before pulling out the razor and shaving cream.
I’m happy about that. This will be a perfect training opportunity. I asked her if she needed me to explain what being a submissive means, and she said no. She was wrong. Obviously my little kitten missed some vital information in her books. She should always be presentable for me. I can’t wait to show her what happens when she doesn’t meet my expectations. My kitten’s in for a treat.
As I rinse the razor in a hot stream of water, my phone pings. I close my eyes with frustration.
I’ve told them I’m taking some time off, but Tommy insists I’m needed. I’d do anything for my brother, but sometimes he gets on my fucking nerves.
I text him back that I’ll meet him later tonight. I just want to enjoy this, but instead I feel tense. It’s because I know they’re going to take her from me.
They can’t.
He said I could have this.
He gave me his word.
I don’t give a fuck about the business that we get from the Cassanos, or what their expectations were. I bought her, so she’s mine to do whatever I fucking want with her.
And right now, I want to get information from her, whip her ass for not being ready and then have her writhing beneath me.
My shoulders loosen up and I let out an easy breath as my dick springs to life. Maybe if I just keep all the blood in my cock I won’t get so fucking worked up over Vince and his lack of a god damned backbone.
I splash some water on my face and pat it dry. I’m only in pajama pants that are hanging low on my hips, and my erection is obvious. That’s good though. I want her to know how much I want her.
I look back in the mirror and breathe easy.
It’s only me and her right now.
Time to play with my kitten.
Catherine
I wake up with a shriek ripped from my throat as a hard hand smacks against my ass.
I bolt upright from the bed and grab the covers, pulling them close to my body as I stare wide-eyed at Anthony. My heart beats rapidly with fear, but then is replaced by something else entirely. The brief dread that I feel fucking vanishes.
Holy fuck, he looks like he came straight off the cover of my favorite smutty novels. That chiseled “V” at his hips and his hard and lean muscular body are exactly what I've longed to wake up to. Except that he just spanked me, and he’s looking at me like I kicked his puppy.
I have no fucking clue what I did