Just as the word touches my tongue, please, he pulls back and stands, leaving me panting and lost in lust. I slowly push myself into a sitting position as he climbs off the bed and gives me a heated glare. I know he wants me. I would have begged him though.
I close my eyes and turn back to my computer. A moment of silence passes. I fucking would have begged him. I was going to do it. What the ever loving fuck is wrong with me?
“Time’s up, kitten,” he says, reaching for the laptop.
“I need to work.” I speak without thinking. His eyes narrow and I reword my plea. “I’m really far behind. Please, Anthony.” I sound so pathetic and weak. I hate it. I’m so fucking weak.
“You can download the books and write your articles without going online,” he answers, and he’s partly right, but he’s fucking wrong, too. I have to be available. That’s why I’m so successful. I respond immediately. If they need something done, I get it done that fucking second. Yesterday took a toll on my work already. I’m going to have to bust ass to get it back up. And his internet is so god damned slow that everything is taking longer than it should.
“You don’t understand, I have to be available,” I say.
“You want to be able to go online without being monitored?” he asks.
I nod my head even as I realize how ridiculous my request is. But he said he’d give me my life back. And this is my life. It’s my passion.
“Alright, kitten,” he says as though it’s perfectly normal. As though there’s no harm whatsoever in allowing me to do this without him here. I remember the ping from his earlier text. But that had to have been a coincidence.
Hope rises in my chest. Maybe I can get the fuck out of here after all. I don’t need him fucking with my emotions and manipulating me into fucking begging him like he just did. He hands me back the computer and I take it as gently as possible to hide my intentions. I’m going to escape. I just need to figure out how.
Anthony
I have shit to do, but I’m waiting. I know she’s going to push. Especially after leaving her all hot and panting for my touch like I did. I walk about five steps away from her door and lean against the wall. If I’ve learned anything about my sweet little pet, it’s that she acts on impulse. And right now, she’s not too happy with me. But she needs to learn that she’s not always going to get what she wants. I readjust my erection and think back to how she writhed under me. She fucking wanted me. But she didn’t beg. And I had to get the fuck off of her before I broke my word.
I log on to my phone that’s now on silent and go through the alerts. There’s a logger on her computer and I set up a script to monitor what she’s doing. Even shit that she types, but doesn’t send. Titles of books or authors that could trigger clues. Words and phrases or certain sites that she’d think of going on. There’s also a feed. I can watch everything she’s doing as she’s doing it. And I can veto it, too. I go through the list of triggers again. Three triggers--Comfort Food, “help me, please”, and “taken.” The last two triggers seem harmless enough in context, but that first one? I know what my kitten was up to. I thought about going over and busting her ass. But I’m gonna wait until she makes a clear offense. Something she can’t deny is wrong.
I lean my head against the wall realizing what that means. I don’t want her back in the cell. But she’s going back. I’d bet my life on it. And that fucking sucks. I was hoping we’d make more progress; I was sure we would, but I was wrong.
Ping. Another notification pops up and I’m quick to hit--blackout. My kitten is about to freak the fuck out. I hear her cuss and move around in the room. Her screen just went black, and she sure as fuck knows why. I pocket my phone and punch in the key code to her room. I check my other pocket for the sash and it’s there. Good. I’m gonna need it. I’ve got all sorts of shit I use for work out here in the hall. She doesn’t need to see that and think it’s for her.
I open the door and examine her room. She’s nowhere in sight, and the room is silent.
I close the door behind me quietly. “Kitten,” I call out for her, but she doesn’t respond. Even I have to agree the calm manner I’m calling out with is creepy as fuck. But it’s better that I’m calm. She’s already on edge, and I can’t push her away with my anger. She’s scared, and I don’t need her to turn violent. She would. I’m sure she would.
“Kitten, you will answer me.” I take a few steps past the living room area and into her bedroom. “Do you want to make this even harder on yourself?” I ask. There’s only a hint of anger in my words. I don’t want her scared of me. I want her scared of displeasing me. There’s a very big difference.
“I’m sorry, Anthony.” I hear her words as I open her closet doors. They came from behind me. I look at the bed, and then at the space underneath. Oh, how...pitiful. I walk over and stand where she should be able to see me, if she has a view from wherever she is under there. At least I feel a little relief knowing she responded to me at all. That’s a good sign.
“Kitten, you need to come out,” I say.
“Please,” she begs with a sob. She sounds remorseful and truly upset. And she should be.
“Please what, kitten?” I ask.
“Please don’t kill me,” she whimpers. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose as I exhale with frustration.
“I’m not going to hurt you, kitten.” My words come out soft to help her relax somewhat. “I can promise you I won’t. You already know your punishment.” I hear her sniffle amidst the small sounds of movement. “I knew I’d have to wait to leave. At least I can say I’m only mildly disappointed that you disobeyed me so quickly. It’s best we get this out of your system now.” A moment passes, and she doesn’t appear. I’ll give her one more chance.
“Come out now.” I make my voice harder and then regret that I did. She cries louder, but I still don’t hear her moving to come out.
“If I have to come get you, you’re really gonna regret it.” The thought of dragging her out makes my cock jump in my pants. Fuck, I would fucking love it. I can’t wait until we’re at that point. Once that pussy is all mine, I want her to hide from me so I can punish her. I want to punish that ass with my dick, rather than my hand. Soon. I remind myself that I just need to be patient. If I did it now, it would ruin everything.
As I open my eyes, I see her sliding out. Her small body drags on the floor as she squeezes between the floor and the frame. Poor Catherine. She looks so despondent.
I stand with my arms folded across my chest and watch as she slowly stands up. She hangs her head low and she’s angling her body in a way that makes it obvious that she expects me to hit her. She should know that I won’t. But she's still going to be punished. It will help her. I remind myself that this needs to happen. She’ll learn. I only want the pain to be pleasurable. And this punishment will contain zero pleasure.
“I had to try.” She looks at the ground as she speaks, and I fucking hate it.
“You didn’t. You didn’t have to.” It makes me angry that she thinks she needed to disobey me. She needs to get over that shit. Hopefully a day and a half in the cell will be enough. “You chose to.”