A few hours later he emerged from the den. I was watching TV. He grabbed his keys and hit buttons on the alarm panel and then headed out the door, barely looking at me. I watched him go without a word.
An hour later he was back, slamming the door, hitting alarm panel buttons, then heading into his den, again without speaking to me.
He hadn’t come out by 9:00 at night and so I made a PB&J sandwich and figured I’d might as well go to sleep. I didn’t know whether to sleep in his bed or not so I curled up on the sofa. I didn’t want to disturb him in the office where my clothes were so I just got under the soft throw and put the TV on and I eventually drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to him carrying me. Again. My heart leapt forward like it’d done last night when he’d carried me to his bed. If I got lucky enough to spend my life with this man I’d be tempted fall asleep on purpose somewhere other than his bed every single night if it meant he’d carry me to bed like this every time. It was so gallant, so dominant, so perfect. I opened my eyes and looked at his face and he had what looked like a hard, stone cold look in his eyes when he looked at me. I didn’t know what to make of it.
But he didn’t attack
me and yank my clothes off. He just put me under the blankets, undressed down to boxer briefs, and then climbed in with me and spooned me. I was in yoga capris and a tank top so I guess they’d do for sleeping. I nuzzled in and pondered it for a minute but then dared to plant a kiss on his forearm, which was across my chest, his hand cupping my shoulder. His lips touched the back of my neck just above the collar and he squeezed me and then gently took the elastic out of my hair and twisted the length of my hair around and around his fist gently, sweetly. He played with my hair until I fell back to sleep snuggled against him.
Dare
I had a long chat with my brother on the webcam before I went to bed.
“What’s going on?” Tommy asked.
“With what?”
“With Felicia. Everything okay? You’ve been off the last few times we’ve talked.”
“I’m not calling her that. She had a bit of a meltdown and asked me not to.”
“Meltdown?”
“Yeah. Fucking meltdown mode myself over here.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning…shit…it’s gotten complicated. Really fuckin’ complicated.”
“Uh huh,” my brother had replied with a knowing look.
“What?”
“You fucked her; you like the girl.”
“Fuck.” I had leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling.
“What’s the problem?”
“The problem? What about this isn’t a problem is more like it. Do I really want to take on a girl that’s broken? I didn’t wanna go here.”
“But you went there, anyway.”
“Yeah. She’s…fuck…she’s gorgeous and she’s submissive in bed and can’t get enough. She begs me for it.”
He let out a loud breath.
“She has nightmares, so I let her sleep with me.”
He moistened his lips and nodded.
“I called her Angel because she was trying to behave like an angel and because she has the face of one and now she’s decided that’s her new name.”
He winced and gave his head a scratch.
“Yeah, I know. She won’t take off the collar they put on her because it gives her nightmares to have it off. She says she needs it on so they’ll know she’s mine and not try to take her back. She’s begging me to keep her.”