“I’m no fucking little boy to be playing games. You’ve never seen the wrong side of me and I pray you never do but I gotta tell you, you’re real fucking close right now. You make this the last time you question my manhood. Go to your room.”
I didn’t stick around to watch her walk away but headed for my study. Something about that whole thing was fucking with my head. I’m not such a fucking dog that I wouldn’t remember a woman I’d fucked, no matter how long ago it had been.
I didn’t have indiscriminate sex, didn’t do one-night stands, not since my college days anyway. No, that whole scene smacked of bullshit.
I should’ve got her name but there was always ways around everything. Whatever she was up to, I wasn’t going to be ambushed again. Fuck her anyway. I was more concerned with Gabriella and her bullshit.
Here I was thinking we’d made so much progress, that we’d come so far in such a short time. I hadn’t spent all our time together teaching her how to fuck, or how I like my cock to be sucked. I’ve been grooming my little princess, showering her with attention and gifts and everything she needs from me to feel safe.
There was nothing she couldn’t ask me. Nothing I haven’t done for her to show her how much she means and there’s still so much more, but I was sure she knew. How could she doubt? That more than anything else cut me deep. Not the pain in her eyes from whatever she thought my past had to do with us here and now, but the fact that she felt threatened by it.
Chapter 20
I stayed away from her for the rest of the afternoon while I tried to figure out what the fuck was going on. No amount of digging into my memory banks produced a name to go with the face, though I had the feeling that I’d seen her somewhere before. I just couldn’t put my finger on where.
I could pull some strings and have a look at the security cameras from the MET but then what? That would still get me no closer to finding out who she was and what she might be up to. Plus it would show my hand and she’d know that I see it as more than just an innocent passing.
Had she not upset Kitten as much as she had I would let it go. But when I chose to go after that little girl, to make her mine, to dominate, I also made the choice to protect. Her heart, her mind, her body, they were all mine to protect.
Today someone had hurt that heart, and though I’m mad at her for what she’d done, I’d be fucked if I was going to let someone else hurt what’s mine. First Marion, then the boy now this shit. No, I think it is high time I sent out the message ‘Don’t fuck with my shit’.
I had myself back under control in a few hours and went to her room. She was curled in a ball and I could tell from the tracks on her face that she’d cried herself to sleep. My heart clenched at the sight and it hurt me that she was hurt. I would never have hurt her in a thousand years if it were up to me, I would shield her form all life’s vagaries.
I ran my fingers softly through her hair as I looked down on my little sleeping beauty. I should wake her with a kiss, but there was a protocol to these things. A quick glance at the literature she had spread out on the sheets beside her told me she’d been trying to find out how to fix her fuck up. So as much as I wanted to gather her up and soothe her aching heart, she needed to do this the right way.
“Kitten wake up.” I whispered the words in her ears as I caressed her hair still. She frowned in her sleep and somewhere between sleep and wake sighed my name ‘Master’ it was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever heard.
Her eyes flew open as she came fully awake and stared up at me. The tears started forming again and I stepped back in shock as she flew off the bed and submitted herself to me. Head bowed, hands clasped behind her back, in perfect posture, I was almost in shock. Though I was beyond pleased.
And when she bent and kissed the tops of my feet I almost came right fucking there, it was a thing of beauty. Only those who seek to dominate to own and to possess in the truest sense of the word can really appreciate this. To see your woman submit fully, not because you demand it, but because it is her will. There are no words.
In that one move she had shown that her lax in judgment was just that, a moment’s weakness
She washed my feet in tears as she professed her love and begged for forgiveness. I brushed my hand over the top of her hair before helping her to her feet. “Come, your dinner is ready.”
I took her hand and led her to the kitchen where I’d made us dinner. I wasn’t quite prepared for our first real falling out. I hadn’t honestly expected such a strong reaction from her about anything. Truth be told, she’s always so shy and reserved, so biddable if you will, that it never crossed my mind that she would turn that fire on me and definitely not this soon in our relationship.