Page 12 of Good Girl

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Vin

She wants to sleep on the bed. I’m having trouble resisting the lure of those beautiful velvety grey eyes. I wonder if she’s playing me, but decide she isn’t. She’s hurting, she’s hypersensitive. She’s barely coherent. Can hardly even form the words to ask for this favour. I suspect her thoughts are just as fractured.

I nod and help her up onto the high mattress. “Lay down on your back first.”

She obeys as I walk away, toward the chest of drawers where I grab the first aid kit. I am proud of the dungeon I’ve created. It’s fully functioning. Beautiful, but harsh. I made this space with Cadence in my every thought. Imagining her on the bed, on the cross, in the cage. She was always here, helping me design her downfall.

As I approach the bed I see that she’s fallen asleep, her chest rising and falling in an easy rhythm. Her arms are splayed out beside her and one of her legs is slightly bent. I set the kit down and open the zipper. I take out a bottle of oil and shake it. I pour some into my hands and rub them together until the oil is warmed, then I set my hands on her and begin massaging.

Her eyelashes flutter a little but she doesn’t fully wake up. Her lips part as though she’s going to say something, but only lets out a tiny moan. She doesn’t move as I massage the oil into her aching muscles, digging my fingers deeper wherever I feel a knot. As I look her over I feel pride. Marks litter her body, but I didn’t once break the skin. She’s as flawless as she was when we first met.

Taking her shoulder in one hand I gently guide her onto her stomach, careful to make sure her head it laying at a natural angle. She moans again and a slight crease deepens between her eyes. I smile. She wants me to leave her alone so she can relax and sleep. But I need to take care of her, ensure she wasn’t harmed during my corrections. She did so well, even better than I’d hoped. Her responses to my methods of breaking her down have been unrestrained, unfiltered and beautiful. Utterly perfect. She’s rapidly dropping her stubborn resistance and learning her new role.

I brush the hair off her shoulders and back, admiring the marks, now just beginning to turn blue. I inspect each mark as I continue to rub oil into her skin to make sure there are no abrasions that need antiseptic ointment, but again, nothing penetrated her skin. I’m good with hands, and even better with whips, paddles and floggers. I know exactly how far to push a person before they reach their limit. Before they’re broken and bleeding. I never want to push Cadence to that point.

I put the oil away and zip the first aid kit. I put it back in the cabinet. As I approach the bed, my gaze falls once more to the object of my months-long obsession, I wonder what to do. I hadn’t planned on sleeping with her yet. Not this first night in my dungeon. Possibly not for several nights. I want her to crave the closeness, the affection. To beg me for more, the ice queen forgotten, before I give her what we both need. Despite our breakthroughs this evening, I suspect she’s still angry and resentful underneath. We haven’t quite yet reached her true self yet.

Despite these convictions, I also can’t walk away from her. Away from this beautiful, naked woman, sound asleep in my bed. A bed I made with my own two hands. Leaving Cadence to sleep alone takes more will-power than I have at the moment. Besides, she may try to escape, possibly hurt herself in the process if I’m not here with her.

I shed my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor and climb onto the bed beside her. Her deep, even breaths don’t change as I gather her limp body in my arms and pull her against me. She’s so soft and resilient. This is the Cadence I’ve come to love. The woman I keep catching glimpses of when we play. When we fuck. Not the Cadence that puts her clothes back on and walks out my door without a backward glance. Not the Cadence that has a life without me.

I want the Cadence that bows to my commands and enjoys her submission. I want her strong personality, her beautiful smiles and her laugh. But they have to be given without the confines of a contract. And they’ll come in time. Once she’s over her anger and in touch with her true submissive.

I fall asleep holding my world in my arms, feeling hopeful for the future. Secure for the first time in a long time that Cadence is exactly where she belongs. In my home, under my command.

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