Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, Anthony.” I hear her words as I open her closet doors. They came from behind me. I look at the bed, and then at the space underneath. Oh, how...pitiful. I walk over and stand where she should be able to see me, if she has a view from wherever she is under there. At least I feel a little relief knowing she responded to me at all. That’s a good sign.
“Kitten, you need to come out,” I say.
“Please,” she begs with a sob. She sounds remorseful and truly upset. And she should be.
“Please what, kitten?” I ask.
“Please don’t kill me,” she whimpers. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose as I exhale with frustration.
“I’m not going to hurt you, kitten.” My words come out soft to help her relax somewhat. “I can promise you I won’t. You already know your punishment.” I hear her sniffle amidst the small sounds of movement. “I knew I’d have to wait to leave. At least I can say I’m only mildly disappointed that you disobeyed me so quickly. It’s best we get this out of your system now.” A moment passes, and she doesn’t appear. I’ll give her one more chance. “Come out now.” I make my voice harder and then regret that I did. She cries louder, but I still don’t hear her moving to come out.
“If I have to come get you, you’re really gonna regret it.” The thought of dragging her out makes my cock jump in my pants. Fuck, I would fucking love it. I can’t wait until we’re at that point. Once that pussy is all mine, I want her to hide from me so I can punish her. I want to punish that ass with my dick, rather than my hand. Soon. I remind myself that I just need to be patient. If I did it now, it would ruin everything.
As I open my eyes, I see her sliding out. Her small body drags on the floor as she squeezes between the floor and the frame. Poor Catherine. She looks so despondent.
I stand with my arms folded across my chest and watch as she slowly stands up. She hangs her head low and she’s angling her body in a way that makes it obvious that she expects me to hit her. She should know that I won’t. But she's still going to be punished. It will help her. I remind myself that this needs to happen. She’ll learn. I only want the pain to be pleasurable. And this punishment will contain zero pleasure.
“I had to try.” She looks at the ground as she speaks, and I fucking hate it.
“You didn’t. You didn’t have to.” It makes me angry that she thinks she needed to disobey me. She needs to get over that shit. Hopefully a day and a half in the cell will be enough. “You chose to.”
I pull out the blindfold and she submits to me, turning around so I can tie it and lead her to the cell.
We’re quiet the entire way to the cell. The only sounds are the echoes of our footsteps and her uneven breathing. I pet her back with every step and at times she seems like she’s ready to lean into me, but she doesn’t. She’s rejected my touch, my comfort, my trust. I sigh heavily as I take off the sash and prepare to leave her, but then I see mascara running down her cheeks as she crumples onto the floor and scoots away from me.
I need to wait until she’s calm. She’ll learn to accept her punishments. When she's fully aware of what she'll receive in return, that knowledge will keep her from failing to obey me.
I lean down and stroke her cheek. “It’s alright, kitten.” She doesn’t respond, but she doesn’t move away from me either.
“I’ll have to go get your things without you. You need to tell me everything you want.” I don’t tell her that her things will always be there for her. I plan on keeping up with her mortgage and bills. Every contact that she gets will go through me, and to her, and then back to the sender. I don’t need any red flags to go to the WPP. Fuck that.
The reminder of life outside of these walls pisses me off.
None of that will be necessary if I have to kill her at the end of the month. I press my lips into a straight line. That’s not going to happen. I’ve only just started to have my time with her. Vince will give her to me. I bring in so much fucking money with these hits. He’ll give me this. I just need to deal with the Cassanos.
“I--” She hesitantly looks at me and then back down, grabbing onto her fingers nervously. “I have a pair of earrings in my armoire.” She speaks so quietly I can hardly hear her. “I need them. Please.” She looks up at me with a pleading expression. “They’re owls,” she says as her voice cracks, and she breaks down at my feet. She bends over with her hands on the floor as a wretched sob heaves through her chest. She needs me right now. This is more than just being sorry about getting caught. It’s more than being ashamed that she broke the rules or fearing that I’m going to hurt her.