Bitch. What a cold unconscionable bitch.
“She lied baby, but that’s okay, she’s not here now and you can do anything you like. If there’s anything you need all you need do is ask. Do you understand?” She nodded her head and attacked that lip again.
“Good, have you had enough or would you like some more?” I had to get her out of there quick before my visions of spreading her out and feasting on her sweet pussy on the breakfast table became a reality.
“I’m good thanks may I look around the apartment or do we have to leave soon?”
“Feel free, we have a few hours yet.” The smile I gave her kept the predatory gleam in my eyes well hidden. Soon!
Chapter 9
I didn’t follow her out of the kitchen on her little exploration; instead I sat back and enjoyed my coffee waiting for the result. Would she question, even mention it or let it go?
It was her first real test of sorts, I wanted her curious of course, but I waited to see how she handled that curiosity. I knew which way I wanted it to go, and my body reacted to the idea that it had started.
My pulse beat with anticipation of what laid ahead. I had her training already mapped out in my head. Though she was well on her way already, that submissive streak was a mile wide.
But I didn’t want a puppet in my bed. I wanted a willing participant to the things I wanted to do to her. Depraved as some of them might be.
Her training would be more along the lines of teaching her the things I liked in and out of bed. Though ready to please as she was, when it came to fucking I have very specific needs.
Not only that, for the life I envisioned for us to work, she had to be trained in all things, not just sexually. I can’t wait to get started.
All in all I’d have to say that things were moving faster than I’d ever imagined them to. I thought for sure it would be at least another couple of weeks before I could bring her into my lair, but here it was just a little more than a week later, and she was already here.
Did that mean that I should speed up the rest of it? Nah, like a lion in the wild, now that I had brought down my prey so to speak, I could take my time and play with it; savor, enjoy.
She came back into the room and took her seat across from me. I could see the question in her eyes, but just as I’d expected and hoped, she said nothing. She cleared the table and stacked the dishes in the washer while I finished my coffee.
“Let’s go love.” She didn’t question, just took my proffered hand and followed me out of the room. I took her down to my workout room, and walking over to the built in closet, retrieved the workout clothes I’d stored there for her.
They were just some of the many other things that I had taken the liberty of ordering for her the day after we first met.
There was still a lot to come, but I’d made a good head start. It helps that I’d always had a good idea of what I wanted; all that was needed, all that had been missing was the right mate, so I could choose the size and coloring.
She studied the clothes in her hands, and noticing that the tags were still on, her shoulders relaxed. I guess that was evidence that no other woman had worn them before. I left her to change in the little changing room while I went to the bathroom to do the same.
I almost swallowed my tongue when she came out; I’d chosen well if I do say so myself. The coppery bronze color of the fitted top and matching bike style shorts blended well with her hair coloring and her skin.
The shape of her body, more pronounced in the form fitting clothing was even more spectacular than I’d first thought. I could see the sweet outward curve of her ass in the mirror behind her, and right away, visions of my large callused hands holding onto those globes as I watch my cock slide in and out of her from behind filled my head.
I started her off with light calisthenics, I wasn’t sure what if any exercise she’d done before, but I also wasn’t interested in her becoming muscular; just enough to keep her fit, and healthy.
I headed for the chin-up bar myself to get myself started as she did the stretches I’d shown her.
She had no idea that I could see her in the mirror across from her, so was unaware that I knew she watched my every move as I pulled myself up by the arms. Her mouth hung open by the time I reached twenty-five and she’d forgotten to do her stretches.
I released the bar and casually looked over at her and she fumbled back into position with a beet red face. I hid my smile in the towel I used to wipe the sweat from my brow.
“Okay time for your sit-ups.” I walked over to the mat and helped her lie down flat and showed her how to bend her knees the right way.
Her breathing was a little more erratic as I bent in front of her and held her feet down. “I’m going to hold your legs down while you pull yourself up until you get the hang of it. Keep your eyes on mine, that way you’ll know you’ve done them correctly.” She blushed her way through fifty sit-ups before I stopped her and took her to the elliptical machine to work on her legs.