I watch her for hours before I can finally sleep. It never once occurs to me that in the morning she won’t be there.
Because I know she will.
Anthony
My eyes slowly open and I move to turn onto my side, but a warm and comforting weight rests against my side. Kitten. A slow, lazy smile graces my lips. It feels good to wake up next to someone. I never have before. I’m not angry that I let her sleep here last night. But it’s a one-time thing.
I stare at her while she sleeps. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Her chestnut hair is fanned out on the pillow. I gently brush the hair off her face and fucking love how at peace she is. With me.
This is going better than I ever imagined it would. My hand gently eases on her hip as my eyes roam over the dip in her waist. She begged me to fuck her. She wants me. She truly wants me.
I lie back down on my back and sigh. She’s seen my darkness, and she craves my touch.
Only because she has no choice. Only because I’ve conditioned her.
All traces of her warmth and tenderness leave me. And then she stirs beside me. I close my eyes and wait to see what she’s going to do. I’ve no idea what kind of trouble my kitten will get into if I let her roam the house without supervision.
But I’m curious. The idea that locks aren’t needed makes me feel powerful, as though I’ve perfected the relationship I desired. But there’s only one way to find out if it’s possible.
I feel her body press against mine as her cheek nudges gently against my chest.
She’s trying to wake me, but I don’t move.
It’s been a long time since I’ve pretended to be sleeping, but I’m still good at it.
Maybe she has no intention of leaving my side. Maybe she’s scared of being punished if she does.
I’ve never said I would. There are no rules against it. But she’s made up in her head what this is supposed to be like. She’s decided on her own that it would upset me if she wandered around the house without me. That’s smart of her, but I want her to push. I want her to learn I can give her freedom if only she’d ask for it.
I wait as she rests on her side and lies still next to me. I know she doesn’t want to disappoint me. That’s a good thing, but it’s also holding us back.
She runs her fingers along my jaw gently, and I have to stifle a soft groan of tenderness so she won't realize I'm awake. I crave her touch as much as she craves mine. But she’ll never know that. I can never show her that weakness.
After a moment, she slowly and easily slips off the bed. My little kitten’s curiosity got the best of her. Good.
Excitement races through my blood as I hear her walk through the room. I peek through my lashes as she opens the closet.
She can see all the monitors, but she seems unaffected. She knows I watch her. She closes them after a moment of watching the screens flash to different angles in her rooms. She walks slowly and quietly across the room. Her fingers trace over the notebook on my dresser. She slowly opens it and I don’t like that.
It’s my list. There are names in there she shouldn’t know. Her brows raise and she quickly shuts it, taking a step back as though it bit her.
Good girl. She turns on her heel and walks quietly to the door, looking back at me once.
As soon as she’s out the door, it’s my cue to get up and follow my sweet submissive who’s being a bit naughty.
For all I know she could be trying to leave. But I doubt she would. I’m fairly certain she just wants to snoop. I can’t blame her. I listen from my bedroom and hear her walk to the next room. The door opens, and she gasps and quickly shuts it.
It’s the armory. If she wanted, she could grab a gun in there. But none are loaded and the ammunition is locked away separately, so I’m not worried. But she doesn’t. I hear her feet patter faster away from the room and move on to the next door. It’s just a guest room, so there’s nothing in there, but I can't hear her any longer and I imagine she walked in.
So I decide it’s time to put my kitten to the test. My dick hardens at the thought of chasing her. YES! I need this. I want to prepare her first and give her a fair chance to run. I’ll catch her though. I’ll always catch her; she can never escape me.
I walk silently to the door and peek in. She’s fiddling with a wooden puzzle on the desk.
I walk up behind her and quickly press my front to her back, wrap my arm around her waist and cover her mouth with my hand. She screams out of fear but I gently kiss the crook of her neck and she instantly relaxes.
“My kitten is being naughty,” I say as I move my hand from her mouth to her throat and the other lifts her nightgown up for me to splay my hand on her bare lower belly. My fingers tease along her clit.
“Did you find anything you shouldn’t have?” I ask.
She nods her head obediently. I smile behind her back.
I could ask her what she found, but I already know and I know she’d tell me the truth.
“Did you find anything interesting?” I ask her instead. She presses her body against mine and her ass rubs against my dick.
“Yes,” she says. My dick is so fucking hard for her.
She turns her head slightly to see me and I reward her with a rough kiss.
“I have to punish you, kitten. You should know better than to run off without me,” I say sternly.
That knocks the confidence out of her, but she nods her head and stays still in my arms. Once she realizes what this is, she’ll fucking love it. So sweet and obedient. She’s so fucking perfect.
“This is as much for you as it is for me.” She closes her eyes and tries to hide her smile. “It would make me very happy though, if you fought me back.” She arches her back and moans softly as I whisper the words into her ear. My fingers slip past her clit and I cup her pussy. She’s so fucking wet. “Do you want to fight me, kitten?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers into the hot air between us as I push my palm against her clit.
“You have five seconds,” I say as I pull away and take a step back. She turns to face me, breathing heavily with lust-filled eyes. “Run, kitten,” I say.
At my words, she takes off.
It’s the longest five seconds of my life. One. She runs out the door, slamming it into the wall. Two. I walk slowly to the hall behind her. Three. Her small feet bounce off each step as quickly as possible. Four. She holds onto the railing and swings around making her way toward the kitchen. Five.
My long strides and taking the stairs three at a time has me on the first floor before she’s through the dining room. She doesn’t turn around to look at me. Instead she keeps running, pumping her arms and nearly crashing into the table.
She makes a sharp right to go through the hall and I’m on her tail before she can do a damn thing. Her hand grips the doorknob, but she doesn’t have time to open it. I grab her waist and pin her to the ground. Her legs thrash against my body and I lay my weight on top of her. She tries to push me off, but I’m bigger. I’m stronger. She doesn’t stand a chance against me. My kitten’s fighting me though. I fucking love it. Her hands smack against my face and push against my chest.
I growl as I take both her wrists in my hands and pin them above her head, moving them to together so I’m able to hold them with one hand. She continues to struggle against me as I rip her nightgown open with my free hand and pin her down with my hips. I stare down and marvel at her gorgeous body laid out under me. I take one perky breast in my hand and squeeze. Her tiny pink nipples harden and I take it as an invitation to suck them in my mouth one at a time and nibble them as she writhes under me. I pull back and let one out with a pop, leaving a red mark. Fucking beautiful.