Page 2 of The Cat's Dom

At that moment, she didn’t care. She was making plans. She had some money, but it wouldn’t last long.

“I know of a place you can go. Let me check into it,” Kane said. “I have a friend who’s a sheriff, and I think he’d help. Maximus will be charged with assault and disregarding the restraining order, so we’ll have a few days.”

“I can take care of myself.”

He gripped her shoulder. “I know. But please take what help I can give you. You’ve had a hell of a time, and you deserve a break,” Kane said. He cupped her face. “I wish I could make you mine, but this is the last place you need to be. Maybe if you’re able to come back someday.”

Catalina nodded and blinked as tears filled her eyes. She cared deeply for Kane, but he felt more like a brother. Something else she wouldn’t tell him was that she’d never come back to Texas. It’d been one hardship after another. She heard Kane on the phone asking for her clothing and a robe for her.

“Would you please stay here tonight, honey?” Kane said. “You’d get more sleep.”

Her first reaction was no, but he was right. She wouldn’t be able to close her eyes when she was alone in her apartment. “All right.”

“Good. I’ll give you the room next to mine, so I’ll hear you if you call out.”

“Thank you, Kane. You’ve always been a good friend to me.”

He slid his fingers through her hair. “I’ll take that if I can’t be your Dom.”

Later that night, she lay on her stomach on a bed in Kane’s condo with just a sheet covering her lower half. Dr. Crawford helped Kane settle her and then put a healing cream on her back. It had something in it that took away most of the pain, which helped her sleep. Tomorrow was the day she started her life over again somewhere new. She was excited and scared at the same time but thought this move should have happened years ago. Kane had briefly told her what he had planned so far. He was setting up her trip there, and then his friend would help her get settled.

She’d take any help at that moment. It was the best decision she’d made to move away. It would all happen within days, but she was so glad she had decided to make a move. Maybe this time, in a small town hundreds of miles away, she’d finally be free of the man who thought he owned her.

Chapter Two

It had been a few months since the incident in Kane’s kink club in Texas. With the help of Kane’s sheriff friend in a small town in Wyoming, they’d gotten her an apartment and a job as a painter on a construction project. It was kind of ironic that it was going to be a kink club.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to escape them. Catalina was in one of the rooms that would be private. She was painting the walls and ceiling black. The owners planned on special lighting in the room that would make it look cool and erotic. Each room would have a different theme, but most of the playing would be in areas open for the people that liked watching and being watched. The machines and play areas that had the possibility to be dangerous were in one space, and the guys planned to have several monitors around. They’d have yellow bands around their upper arms that would stand out in the dark.

She was glad they were taking extra precautions to protect the subs. Some clubs didn’t. There was one other painter, but he was an old man and didn’t move as fast as he used to, so they brought her in, and she was doing twice as much work as he was in a day, but she didn’t mind. She liked working and keeping busy.

“Hey, Cat, how’s it going in here?” Link asked.

She stopped and turned his way. “Good. It’s going to look fabulous. I like all your ideas.”

“You’re doing a great job. I’m glad we found you.”

She smiled. “Me, too.”

She tried not to fidget when he studied her. “What?” she asked.

“Nothing. We just don’t know a lot about you. It seems, from the way you’ve talked, you’ve spent some time in kink clubs?”

Her stomach tightened. “Yes. But it was a long time ago.”

Link tilted his head to the side. “Will you come here when it’s open?”

“Oh, I’m not sure about that. I’m trying to get away from the lifestyle.”

Link chuckled and looked around. “You’re not doing a very good job of it.”

She laughed and sighed dramatically. “I’ve always been a difficult person.”

Link laughed. “I really doubt that. The other two owners will be coming in shortly. They’ve been all over for the last few months getting ideas and buying what we’ll need. Maybe we can ask you a few questions.”

“Oh, okay. I guess. I’ll try to answer to the best of my ability.”

“Good. Thank you.”

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