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I feel my guard lower from her comforting touch. I should put her back in her room, but I need this as much as she does. I don’t think I’ve ever felt someone hold me with such need and adoration. She rubs her body against mine and I relax into the mattress.
I kiss her hair and pet her back as she nestles into my chest.
“Sleep, kitten,” I whisper into her ear.
She looks up at me through her lashes with a small smile. “Good night, Anthony.” And she plants a kiss on my lips. I can still feel it as she lies back down and gets comfortable in my arms.
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.
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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 armoury. 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.
