It was something to think about as we sat there each lost in our own thoughts. Had she not done what she’d just done this night might’ve turned out differently, but she’d been so sincere and so fucking beautiful as she prostrated herself at my feet, that I was hard pressed to punish her farther.
She was back to being shy and uncertain, not looking at me as she picked at her food. “Eat your dinner Kitten.” She picked her head up and the look in her eyes was so sad, I reached out to give her hand a squeeze.
She was probably wondering if I was still pissed at her. I wasn’t sure myself though the rage was somewhat tamed now.
When we were finished, she got up and cleared our plates taking them to the sink. I watched her as she moved skittishly around the room. Suddenly, it dawned on me that she was an eighteen-year old girl who’d never had a relationship in her life.
She was away from friends and family and everything she knew. In the past few weeks since she’d been here ‘fuck had it only been a little more than three weeks?’ The person who was supposed to care for her had abused her. She was now in my bed had signed her life over to me for all intense and purposes and she was still as innocent as a lamb.
The thought brought out my protective instinct and wiped away everything else. Nothing else mattered but her happiness.
I got up from the table and went to stand behind her at the sink where she was busy rinsing off the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.
Wrapping my arms around her middle, I pulled her back into me, burying my face in her hair. She made a hiccupping sigh and relaxed against me.
I turned her in my arms and brushed the hair back off her face looking into her beautiful orbs now touched with a bit of sadness.
“You cried yourself to sleep this afternoon, I don’t like that. Now I just want to cuddle my little Kitten and make her happy again.” I pecked her on the lips before going to the fridge to grab dessert, then took her hand and lead her from the room.
I took her into the study and sat on the leather couch with her in my lap. As pleased as I was with her, I still thought we needed to address the situation so I went about doing that in a way that would hopefully help her to understand why she could never do that shit again.
“Do you really understand why I was so upset with you earlier?” She cuddled close and sniffed my shirt as I ran my hands lovingly down her back.
“I think so, kinda. Can you explain again so I know next time?” She sounded so young and lost it broke my fucking heart. This shit had really fucked with her head and that just pissed me off farther. Had to put it away for now though, had to take care of her heart first.
“Okay, you see the contract you signed, we went over it together so I was sure that you understood everything written there. That contract gives me complete control of you and your life. That means that I am now totally responsible for you; food, clothing, shelter, any and everything that you may need both physically and mentally.
I take that responsibility very seriously. Let me ask you this. Are you in love with me Kitten?” She hid her face as it reddened, but I lifted her chin until I was staring into her eyes.
‘Yes.” Her answer was soft but there was no doubt in that one word.
“And do you believe that I’m in love with you?” She tensed up and refused to look at me. “Ah, there’s the problem my sweet babygirl. You need to know that without fear or doubt of any kind.
If I weren’t in love with you, I wouldn’t want to share these things with you. I know it can get a bit confusing and some of what you’ve read on the net here lately might have been a bit misleading at times, but for me personally wanting to dominate and master you is not a game, and it’s not a passing fancy.
I’ve had women before, and I’ve even dabbled in the BDSM scene with some of them, but I’ve never built any of those women a playroom.” She started to speak, but I held a finger over her lips.
“As I was saying, I’ve fucked lots of women in my past, but I’ve never given my heart to anyone before. I can’t and wouldn’t change my past if I could, because it’s part of who I am as a man today.
Selfishly, I’m pleased that you’ve never known a man, never known the touch of another, that your sweet pussy will be mine and only mine as well as the rest of you.
But because I’ve had women before, there might be times that we run into one of them. You have nothing to fear from any of them or any women in the future come to that.
You’ve given yourself to me, but you haven’t accepted as yet that I am also yours. There is no need for you to feel threatened by anyone.
So the next time if something like this should happen again, I want you to stand firm with your hand in mine, confident that you’re the only woman I want. Not pulling away to run scared.