Chapter 9 #2
I head back into the bedroom, looking over at my pretty guest. She is alert and awake, watching me intently. Her eyes widened at seeing me half-naked, prancing around in front of her with no fucks to give.
Together, those eyes, that jet-black hair, and her ivory skin are a lethal combination. She is stunning. I smiled at her. “Good morning, pet. Did you sleep well?”
She lowered her gaze, fidgeting slightly.
"Under the circumstances, I guess I did."
She is still encased in the blanket I wrapped around her. I need to check out her ass to see what the damage is this morning. If she is good, I will allow her to wear one of my shirts until I return with some of her clothes.
Let’s see if my discipline tactics changed her attitude this morning. I can't take my eyes off her. She's just so adorable.
“I am glad you calmed down enough to fall asleep. Your head was resting on my stomach this morning, just a couple of inches away from my groin. Was there something you wanted?" She clenched her lips while looking at me. Her tone was biting.
“I was sleeping. I assure you I did not do that intentionally. There is nothing I want than for you to let me go."
I grinned, rubbing my goatee. “I can see the spanking you received has done little to quell your rebellious nature, cupcake. Remember what I told you last night? You must earn the right to wear clothes in front of me. I never break a promise, so choose your battles well.”
She sighed with a look of defeat on her face. I removed the towel from my waist, allowing my cock to swing free. She swallowed hard, looking away.
“Don’t be so shy, pet. I don’t mind seeing you without clothes.” I turned in a circle, showing off my spectacular physique. She didn't seem to appreciate the gesture.
She shrunk away, rolling onto her other side to avoid the enormous grin on my face. I already enjoy taunting her. She makes it too easy for me to rile her temper. I shrugged and grabbed a pair of boxers from the drawer. I threw on a clean pair of black jeans and a grey muscle shirt.
I know how intimidating my heavily inked arms look to others. The result suits me perfectly because it keeps everyone out of my space. I am not very social because I don’t like people. Most of society pisses me off, anyway.
It was a hot summer day, but I was not interested in wearing shorts. I won’t be spending too much time outside.
Everywhere I need to go today has A/C, so pants will work. I grabbed a gun from my safe in the wall and tucked it into my waistband.
I always carry a firearm, no matter where I go. Since I am in the business of killing people, I never know what surprise awaits me on the other side of the door. My pretty guest of honor is still facing the other way, but I know she is hanging on to my every move.
She will notice every sound around her. It’s a survival instinct. She doesn’t know what my plans are for her, so she will remain on high alert. I understand that she's scared, but she will learn to trust me, eventually.
If she is a good little pet, I will treat her well. If she continues to act like a brat, she will spend more time with the monster that lives inside me. The girl will have to earn what little I have left of my gentle side.
I obsess over her every minute of the day, which drives me nuts sometimes. I throw on a pair of sandals and move towards the bed, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.
“Kitten, turn around and look at me.”
I hear her groan as she slowly turns on her side, meeting my gaze. “Now that’s much better. Don’t you know it’s bad manners to look the other way when someone is speaking to you?” She rolls her eyes at me and huffs.
“You weren’t talking to me. You were strutting your naked ass around here like a proud peacock, so I didn’t think it was disrespectful to look the other way.”
I smirked, amused by her response.
She is a brave little sass bag, that’s for sure.
“Smacking your ass raw wasn’t enough to make you behave, I see. Maybe I need to take more drastic measures?”
She immediately looked remorseful for her shitty attitude.
“I-I am sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so snippy. I am stubborn and have a mouth on me. It is something I have a hard time with.” I reach my hand out and stroke her head.
“Don’t worry, I will let this one go. I know that the situation you are in is, shall we say, quite different and unexpected.
I will give you a little time to adjust, but my rules are my rules, and if you break them by throwing tantrums and lashing out at me, you will be required to deal with the consequences.
" She gave me the stink eye and stuck her tongue out.
I chuckled to myself. The girl has more balls than most men I know. I smiled because she had no idea what she was in for if she pushed me too far.
"Next time you stick that tongue out at me, I'll slap my dick across it and make you suck it, got it?"
She lowered her eyes and nodded without uttering another word. I didn't have time to deal with her bullshit now. I had things to do, so I let her minor act of rebellion slide.
“I need to run some errands this morning, and you will be in your room until I return. I have to take care of your bottom and change the bandages on your feet before I leave."
She gave me a shitty look, but I ignored it.
Her manners will be impeccable when I am done with her. I continued my spiel.
"The doctor will stop by to take care of the implant. I will have him look at your feet as well. He will give me some ointment and a script of antibiotics to keep them from becoming infected. I will take good care of you now that you are mine.”
She looked confused.
“You requested a doctor to come out and tend to me? Your prisoner? Let me guess: he works just for you, right? And what implant are you talking about?”
I smile triumphantly at my intelligent little prisoner.
“Wow, beauty and brains. You are correct; he works only for me. He has been on my payroll for years. If you get any ideas about telling him I kidnapped you, I can promise he won’t give a shit.
He knows what I do for a living and has seen some of my work.
The good doctor would never get involved in my affairs because he doesn't want to die. "
She cleared her throat, shifting her hips slightly.
She was still lying on her side.
I smiled at her.
"He does as he is told while looking the other way. He is going to tend to those feet, and he will insert a tracker into your arm and set you up with birth control.”
Birth control and a goddamn tracker.
Fuck you, asshole!
She gulped, and her eyes grew dark with anger, but she didn’t throw a fit. “You are putting a tracker in my arm like I am an animal? Why the hell do you need to do that?”
I gently lift a dark strand of hair from her shoulder and twirl it through my fingers, enjoying the soft texture.
“You knew about that when I discussed it at your house last night. Did the conversation escape your memory?”
Her eyes watered, but she held back the tears that threatened to fall.
“No, I didn’t forget. I don’t think there’s a need for it.
Please, mister…you don’t have to do that.
It looks like you have a pretty solid plan.
Where the hell am I going? I can’t get out of this house, and once you take me to your island, how the hell would I ever get away from you out there? I am pretty fucked as far as I see it.”
My lips quirked up as I continued twirling her hair between my fingers.
“I will sleep better at night knowing it's in place. A lot of time and money will be invested in you. I need to keep track of my property. You won’t feel a thing, I promise. My decision is final—now get on your knees so I can see your ass. It is going to need more cream.”
She closed her lids tightly as she removed the blanket, and the tears flowed as she kneeled with her bottom facing me. She looked back with fury in her eyes.
“This is so goddamn humiliating. Having me on my knees, naked in front of you, and now you want to track me like a dog. Why are you doing this to me?”
I inspected her bottom. There were only a few light welts.
It looked like she was already on the mend, although I still needed to apply the cream so it wouldn’t feel too itchy or leave a scar.
I reached out and ran my hand over both of her cheeks.
Her bottom was almost healed, but still sensitive.
She jumped when I touched the tender area.
Another spanking wouldn’t break the skin, though—such beautiful cheeks. I can't wait to leave bite marks on them. I turned my attention back to her.
“I am doing this because I want to. There is no rhyme or reason to it. I can see I’ll need to start your training right away. I may not permit you to wear clothes before me for a while. Your only purpose is to satisfy me, and shyness isn't tolerated."
She gasped and hissed through her teeth, but said nothing.
I grinned at her.
"Don’t be embarrassed, pet. This is mild. It’s going to get much, much worse. You'd better get used to it."
I pushed her forward. "Down on all fours, Kitten."
She yelped, surprised by the unexpected move.
She sobbed louder, but leaned forward on her hands and knees as instructed.
“I don’t know why you are doing this to me!”
She breathed between sobs.
I smiled, amused by her modesty.
"I already told you why. I won't explain it again. Stay put while I get the cream. Those welts have faded beautifully. The ointment is essential to the healing process. Like I said, I don’t want scars on you.”
I got up from the bed and grabbed the jar from the bureau. I kicked off my sandals before climbing onto the mattress behind her. I don’t like dirt on my sheets; I'm picky like that. She was still crying softly.