That didn’t go as planned. My eyes fly to the backroom, to where the stairs are to the basement. If I’d die, she’d be in there alone for three days until the door would unlock and let her out. I need to change that shit. She wouldn’t be okay for that long. She’d be hurting and hungry. I decide on twenty-four hours, tops. And then all her doors are opening.
I head to my bedroom and go right to the monitors so I can change that shit now. It’s done within two minutes and I find myself staring at her sleeping form on the bed. She’s got a book in her hands still. I squint at the screen, but I don’t recognize which one it is. That stack of books on her nightstand has been there for a week. I don’t remember what books I got her though. It’s rare that she’s got a paperback. She’s usually on her Kindle whenever I check on her. I’m glad she found something that I picked out for her. Well, she fell asleep, so maybe she didn’t like it all that much. A lazy smile kicks my lips up.
She should be waking up soon and getting ready for me. Waiting for me. I don’t give a fuck that I’m worn out. I’m not making her wait. Not today. Not ever again if I can help it.
I need to program something for her to let her know what the hell happened if those doors ever open because I never made it home. Or maybe leave a note each time I go. I don’t know what she’d do. Or what she’d think. I drag my hand down my face. I can’t deal with this shit right now. I’m tired as all hell.
I drag my ass to the shower. I want to make this fast. I have one thing on my mind, and I need it as soon as fucking possible.
All I care about right now is feeling Catherine cum on my dick. It’s all I want. I need to feel her body against mine and hear those sweet moans as I push her closer and closer to her release.
I’m in and out of the shower and punching in the code before I know it. She’s sound asleep. Doesn’t wake up at all. She doesn’t hurry to get on her knees and in position like she’s supposed to. I walk over to the desk in her room and see on the clock that it's already past 9 a.m. The alarm’s supposed to go off at 8 a.m., if she set it. Which she didn’t.
She finally had the courage to ask me to change the wake up time from 7 to 8. It’s one of the first things she asked me to change. And I was more than happy to do it. I think if she never set an alarm though, my kitten would sleep in all morning. She used to on the weekends when I watched her. But then she’d feel like shit when she woke up to all the work that piled up. I love how she told me that. I love how she’s starting to open up to me and really be her true self. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
I sigh heavily with my eyes closed. I don’t fucking want to punish her. I don’t want to do this shit right now.
I study her beautiful body on the bed. She’s still in her shirtdress from last night. I wonder if she ever even got out of bed after I left her. I bet I just wore her out and she wanted to relax.
I make my way over to the bed and see a pad of paper on the other side of her that was hidden from the cameras. I take a quick look at her scribbles before tossing it onto the nightstand. It looks like my kitten is keeping a diary. I make a mental note to read that later.
“Kitten,” I say loud enough that should wake, but not so loud that it should startle her. She rolls her head a bit, but she doesn’t wake up like I want her to.
I kick off my pajama pants and crawl into bed with her. I fucking need her right now. I lay my body next to hers and pull her in close, loving her warmth and how she molds her body to mine in her sleep. I gently kiss her neck, hoping that will rouse her. I