“How are you feeling, Kit?”
He used my name. It’s a fucking Christmas miracle!
I think he may have been feeling a little bad about what happened. He usually calls me by my name when he feels remorseful for putting me through something filthy or degrading. I wasn’t sure because he was a psychopath with two different people living inside his head.
I swallowed down my nerves. Anytime he is this close to me, I get the jitters. I wasn’t sure what this would lead to, but he hadn’t taken me in a week. I was treading on thin ice right now. Although I didn’t want to talk to him, I had no choice.
I would not provoke him into taking me over his knee or using the strap on me, so I responded.
“My ass is sore. It feels bruised, but I am sure I will live.”
He grinned. “Trust me, you will live, precious. You are very safe with me.”
I almost burst into laughter.
Safe? With him?
I can barely sit, and that warrants safe?
He kept caressing my cheek lightly, making me relax into his touch. "I rarely feel guilty, but I'd like to talk about what happened."
He wants to talk to me about what he did.
What. Is. Going. On?
This is screwing with my head. Maybe he has a conscience after all. He gazed at me.
His grey eyes were soft and twinkled in the light.
“I understand you are used to being a free woman, and it has been hard for you to adjust to your new situation. I need you to understand that my obsession with you drives me insane, and when you mentioned leaving me, it threw me into a tailspin. You test my patience, Kitten, and although I would never kill you, I know I could hurt you if you push me too far, so for your own good, you really should think before you speak.”
Didn’t he just tell me I was safe with him?
He really has no remorse or compassion. And this is the shit that pisses me off. He is practically blamingmefor the situation I am in. He makes ridiculous demands on me and expects me to keep my mouth shut no matter what he says or does, which isn’t feasible. I had to restrain myself from clawing his goddamn face to shreds.
If it weren’t for the punishment I would be subjected to, I would certainly have scarred his handsome face. I kept calm on the outside, although I was still seething on the inside. I responded to his gaslighting as sweetly as possible, but I needed him to understand my point of view.
“I am sorry I lost my temper, but you made me feel like a helpless four-year-old when you ordered me to wear a floaty in mostly shallow water. "Come on, Atlas, think about it." I would look and feel like an idiot with a life jacket or arm floaties in a damn pool.”
He rubbed his temples, shaking his head, sighing loudly.
“I guess you're right.”
I am right? What the hell did I just hear?
Am I on Candid Camera?
The guy said I was right!!!
He’s all over the friggan map.
He cleared his throat while still stroking my cheek.
“It’s just that I am so afraid something will happen to you that all rational thoughts go out the window. I want you to know that I wasn’t upset about the argument over the floaties or your assertion regarding them. No, that didn’t piss me off. I got angry when you said you despise me and want to escape." He tapped the tip of my nose with his finger and smiled." I thought I would tell you that.”
I looked at him, tears welling up in my eyes.
“That’s what sent you over the edge, and you spanked me with Yara sitting right there watching?"
