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 the time for me to start going over the terms since she’s seen the alternative. “You will do what I say, when I say. I’ll do my best to be reasonable and keep your limits in mind.” I smirk and add a touch of humor to lighten the severity of the situation. Her eyes remain clouded with worry. I can tell she’s thinking there’s a catch beyond what I’ve told her. “But I will push you, and you will obey. If you don’t at least try to obey me, you’ll be punished, and this room will be taken from you.”
I give her a moment to digest what I’ve told her.
“You said...” She pauses to clear her throat before continuing. “You said I would have to agree?” I nod.
“On physically pleasing me, yes. I only want your touch if you’re eager to give it to me.” That’s absolutely true. I have no interest in taking my pleasure from her, I want her to give it to me freely.
She nods her head in understanding, appearing a bit more relaxed, but still unsure.
“Kitten, I have desires. And I want you to fulfill them.” My hand burns with the need to touch her soft skin. “When I come into the room, I want you to kneel and wait for my command. My needs will be your priority.” I want her submission more than anything. I want her to need me, and to look forward to my company. I need her complete trust. I will earn it.
Her breath comes in short pants, and I’m hoping this is turning her on more than anything else.
“Yes, Anthony,” she answers in a respectful low tone.
“You can speak freely, so long as you're respectful. But I will punish that smart mouth of yours if you back talk or raise your voice to me. Is that understood?” I keep my voice soft, but firm as I face her. I want to brush her hair off her shoulder and wipe the smudges off her face. She needs to be cleaned and pampered.
She nods her head and says, “Yes. I understand.” Her body language tells me everything I need to know. She’s scared, and she doesn’t trust a word I’m saying. She’ll learn though. She just needs time. She needs space as well. I can’t rush this fantasy. Deep down, she wants this. I’ll still be here when she’s ready for it. Until then, I’ll have to control my own needs and desires.
“Now,” I begin, as I walk to the soft grey sofa and pat the seat next to me as I sit down. She listens and quickly sits with her hands in her lap. Her eyes keep dancing around the room, so I wait for her full attention. It doesn’t take long, which pleases me.
“I want to go over your earlier behavior,” I say.
Her eyes widen slightly and she inhales deeply. I keep my face impassive, but it makes me happy that she’s nervous to discuss it. She should be.
“You know what a good submissive does and how she behaves, don’t you? I was under the impression I wouldn’t have to teach you that,” I say with a frown.
Her eyes lock on mine as she replies. “Yes, Anthony.” Her complete attention and obedience is fucking beautiful. And hearing my name on her lips makes my dick jump. I know she has expectations just as much as I do. They’ll help us for now, but they can hurt us, too.
“Earlier, you hadn’t agreed to be mine. In fact, you said no and chose death at first.” Her eyes stay locked on mine, but her mouth stays closed. “Because you weren't aware of my terms, you weren’t punished. But now, you’re mine. That behavior you displayed will get your ass whipped, kitten.”
She nods her head diligently.
“You deliberately teased me.” I bring my finger to her mouth and trace her bottom lip. Her mouth parts slightly, but I pull away. “Next time you’ll find out what happens when you tempt that side of me.” I have to work hard to keep my eyes locked on hers rather than roaming her body and picturing those sweet lips wrapped around my cock. “Do you understand, kitten?”
“Yes, Anthony.” A wicked smirk pulls my lips up.
Now that she’s agreed, we can really play.
Catherine
“You need a bath and then dinner, kitten.” Anthony rises, towering above me as I sit paralyzed on the sofa.
“Yes, Anthony.” The words fall easily from my lips in a tone I’ve only ever imagined could come from me. I feel...numb. Almost as though I’m not present in my own body. I don’t understand how things have changed so quickly. I’ve gone from being in a dark, cold cell with nothing, to this room that’s more beautiful than anything I could ever imagine.
“Come.” Anthony holds his hand out for me and I quickly place my hand in his. I’m relying solely on my instincts and what I’ve read in my romance novels. My heart flutters as he leads me to a set of double doors carved from wood. I want to touch them, but I don’t. Not with him here. I imagine he has cameras everywhere, but as soon as he leaves, I want to touch everything. I need to see what all he brought from my home and what he has for me here. A part of me wants to cry with joy and feel nothing but gratitude. But that part of me is fucking stupid.
And I’m not stupid. This is a gilded cage for his pampered pet. And he intends for me to be that pet, his kitten. I can play along. I will play along. At some point I’ll be able to get out of here. I just need to survive and be whatever it is that he wants me to be until that time comes.
He opens the doors and reveals the most gorgeous bathroom I’ve ever seen.
The walls are lined with a beautiful pale blue paisley wallpaper. Hanging from the center of the ceiling is a silver and Lucite chandelier positioned directly above a large, oval soaking tub. Running the entire length of the back wall is a huge walk-in shower complete with waterfall shower heads and massage jets arranged symmetrically on the walls. There’s a large double vanity to the left, and that makes chills prick over my skin. Is he staying here, too? It never occurred to me that he would. This space is feminine and designed for a woman. I try to ignore the fact that there are two sinks and walk forward to the shower.
My heartbeat picks up. I know what he’s going to want. I’m not an idiot.
“Kitten.” I hear Anthony’s rebuke from behind me and I quickly turn around to face him. I don’t know what I did wrong. My knees weaken and my immediate reaction is to lower myself to the ground to show complete submission. I don’t want to go back to the cell. I can’t. I can’t go backward.
Before I can drop to the tiled floor, Anthony reaches out and firmly grips my arm and waist. “Now now, you’re alright. I just want you to relax.” His hands loosen on my waist and I struggle to look at him. I feel lost and powerless.