Chapter 8
Violet
Ithink I've adjusted to this new normal over the last couple of days, I'm not honestly sure.
The creature hasn't come back out yet but I'm still getting fucked several times a day.
I'm woken up early in the morning and instructed to suck his cock before breakfast, then we shower together and he gets dressed while I'm left alone to do whatever I need with my hair.
I can't say that's much, I don't have any products and my curls are suffering from it. So I just braid my hair while it's still wet, so the frizz isn't unmanageable, and it stays out of the way.
After he's dressed, he takes my leash back and guides me to the kitchen where he makes us breakfast. I'm left to sit obediently on the floor beside his chair and wait for him.
It depends on the day, but most of the time I’m either spread out like a buffet across his kitchen table while he eats my pussy, or he fucks me senseless while our meal cooks.
After our breakfast, he usually goes to his office to work for a few hours while I am allowed to go into the living room and watch TV.
He has a comfortable dog bed for me to lay on and even lets me pick what I want to watch.
He covers me with a blanket, kisses the top of my head, and tells me to shout if I need anything.
The gesture is so small yet so sweet.
Sometimes he calls out to me, letting me suck his cock while he works, but not always. I'm usually left alone to rest and relax until lunch.
The time I get alone is peaceful. I get to reflect on how my time here has been and how I somehow crave being used by this man. How I need his approval, his dominance, and his care.
I was scared at first that he was going to treat me poorly, especially since I woke up after my punishment that first day in a kennel. But he’s been nothing but good to me unless I’m being punished.
After dinner he lays me on the couch beside him, resting my head on his thigh. He just spends however long we sit there together stroking my hair or the side of my face with a delicate touch like he would with an actual pet.
Every single night the act almost puts me to sleep. I have to jolt myself awake to prevent it. I’ve learned that if I fall asleep anywhere other than in bed, I wake up in the kennel. I don’t like waking up alone and in a cage that I’m unable to open.
I like waking up in this man’s strong arms.
Adler decides when we go to bed and I’m usually fighting to keep my eyes open while he walks me back to his bedroom and guides me to his bed. From there I’m usually tied up and fucked until I have no energy left.
I think I like this life we're having, even if it is temporary.