Could she really have done it? I couldn’t see Marion climbing up there to cut those cables but I could certainly see her paying someone else to do her dirty work.
I’d hardly given her a second thought since I took Kitten from her apartment. Her little smear campaign had lost its teeth after the piece in the paper and I’d pretty much put her out of my mind.
But it was almost time for her to move out of the apartment and I’m sure she’d received the notice along with her severance pay.
Pulling kitten in closer I kissed her forehead lightly and made her a silent vow. ‘I’ll keep you safe no matter what.’
Chapter 23
We had fun for the next two days, days in which I showed her more of the other side of me, the side that she would be spending a lot of time with in the future. I didn’t explain the change to her, I didn’t need to, but she picked up on it right away.
Callan was gone, in his place was her master, the man who would rule and control her in all ways and in all things. It was time.
That third morning, knowing I had to leave her for the day because I’d put things off at work for too long, I let her sleep in. She’d had another long night.
I’d introduced her to the St. Andrews cross and the smother box, both of which she thoroughly enjoyed. It was a good thing I hadn’t intended on spanking as a punishment because she seemed to really enjoy it.
When she’d begged me for more with her thighs covered in pussy juice, I felt like I’d won the lottery.
Now she laid exhausted, curled into a ball with a half smile still on her face. I made a list and left it for her on my pillow before brushing her hair and leaving her to sleep.
GABRIELLA
I’ve died and gone to heaven; that was my first thought when I rolled over the next morning after the most amazing night of my life. I never knew there could be so much pleasure or that I would some day find it.
Callan…no, last night everything had changed, I’d sensed it, felt it. He was Sir now. Oh he was the same man who had stolen my heart, but he was now…more.
And even though I would still call him by his time at times, I will never think of him as anything other than my master again.
I got a tingle in my secret place when I thought of the ‘more’. I loved every minute of our time together since he’d brought me here.
The way he takes control, I’d never given it much thought before, beyond my little fantasies, but I find I love having him take charge of me.
Something inside me seems to have blossomed; something I didn’t know was there. Under his hand and guidance I was finding my true self. I didn’t even feel like the old Gabriella anymore. I felt reborn. I am his Kitten.
I reached out my hand to feel the warmth that his body had left on his side of the bed. I knew he had to go in today, I was only a little bummed that I’d slept through his leaving, but my Master must’ve known how tired I was after the night we shared and he’d let me sleep.
My only sadness was that he hadn’t consummated our union as yet, not fully. That day he’d entered my body halfway I’d thought for sure that was it. And even with the slight pain I’d hungered for it.
Now it’s all I can think about, being under him, being taken by him. His manhood fascinates me; I want it. I want to feel it moving inside me, making me full; stretching me.
I want him to cum inside me like in some of the stories we’ve read together at night, the ones that leave me breathless and wanting more.
I felt my body tingle in that now familiar way and was tempted to touch myself. But no, Master said my orgasms were now his, I couldn’t pleasure myself without his permission.
The plug in my butt and those balls in my secret place felt even bigger this morning as I moved around on the bed. I wish my Master were here with me now, touching me, caressing me…
Better think of something else Gabriella before you get into trouble. There was no way for him to know if I did touch myself, but I now have to give an account for my day whenever we were apart for any length of time.
Not to mention the new journal he’d given me that I was supposed to write in everyday. I couldn’t see myself lying to him about what I’d done, the thought made me almost nauseous.
I saw the note on his pillow. It was the same type of paper that the contract had been written on. My heart began to race as I reached for it, knowing that it was going to be something good.
I jumped off the bed in excitement after reading it. Please let this mean what I think it does.
There was so much to do, where to begin? At the top Gabriella you dunce! I berated myself as my heart beat a wild tattoo in my chest. I read the note over and over again making sure I got it right.