Islept like I hadn’t slept in years those first few days at Jesse’s place.
It was more than having a beautiful room that looked out over Wolverine Lake. Although, that was a nice perk. But the surroundings were nothing compared to the sense of security I had with Jesse.
He didn’t go to any of his businesses for the first four days. Instead, he stayed by my side while I lay in bed, sleeping and dreaming and hoping this was real.
A doctor came in once a day to check my vitals and administer some medications for the low level withdrawals I guess I was having. I didn’t realize my problem was such a problem, but Jesse was over the top about keeping track of everything.
Once, when I was so low I didn’t want to even get out of bed to pee or shower, he carried me to the bathroom. There, he lovingly took off my clothes and lowered me down into a steaming hot bath that smelled like fresh linen and rose petals... Such a contrast to him and the wood and hardness of his home.
He washed my back and neck as shameful, wonderful, filth-filled thoughts played on a loop behind my closed lids.
I asked for a Black Cherry Whiteclaw. Again.
But Jesse stood, quiet and imposing, and refused it all.
He never wavered. Nothing. Not a hint of vulnerability or chink in his emotional armor. Nothing I could exploit. And when I lashed out, he took it and didn't retaliate.
“You can’t be you when you drink, Kat. And the world needs you. So, quit asking. It ain’t gonna happen.” His set jaw and steely eyes gave me no room for negotiation.
And that was exactly what I needed.
Little things were beginning to happen between us, too. Subtle things at first. It took a couple of days for my head to clear, but then I started noticing. Like, the clothes he brought me. I would usually just sleep in a big t-shirt and some sweats, but when I woke up that second day, he had changed me into a nightgown.
Now, I’m not talking about a Victoria’s Secret sexy, lacy, revealing nightgown here.
This was made of soft cotton. It was light yellow, with lace trim and little embroidered daisies all over. It was just long enough to cover my rear end, and when I stood and lifted the hem of the gown, instead of my usual boy shorts or thong, I saw ruffled white panties. I never knew they made something like that in my size.
Then, the next morning, I noticed there were a couple of stuffed bears sitting on the floor across the room when I woke up.
They were big enough for an adult to cuddle into and lose herself in their soft warmth and luckily, the bed I was in was so enormous, Jesse was still able to put one next to me that night when I drifted off to sleep with him on the other side.
I felt everything changing.
I loved having that oversized plush bear on the covers next to me, watching over me that night. And I loved when Jesse kissedmy forehead and snuck out of the room when he thought I was asleep. There was a flutter in my stomach and a small throbbing between my legs as he rubbed my back and leaned down to murmur right into my ear.
“Sweet dreams, Kitty Kat."
I drifted off to sleep, content and happy for the first time in so long, and when I woke to the sun high in the sky, it was to the sight of my pseudo step-brother, sitting spread legged, hands across his rock-hard abs, fingers woven together, watching me sleep.
"How long have you been there?" I asked, frowning, then realized my head didn't hurt anymore. And I didn't crave anything, except this Adonis of a man that had been the center of every budding sexual desire I’d ever had.
That wasn’t all. I wanted to crawl inside him. Feel that hard protective layer that is Jesse between me and the world forever. I longed to hear his voice sounding out in praise when I achieved things. Or low and clear when he explained some rules or boundaries to me and how he intended to keep me safe, even when I fought against him.
I wanted a champion. And I wanted it to be Jesse.
"I could watch you sleep for the rest of my life, and die a happy man," he said with such painful clarity that it felt like a confession.
I paused, wondering what to say in response. But Jesse didn't seem to require anything. “So... Um, what’s up?” I asked in an awkward burst as I glanced around the room, pretending I wasn’t about to grab the closest pillow and dry hump it to release this tangled knot of tension in my lower forty.
I stretched with false nonchalance, pausing for a moment as my tits swelled beneath the taut fabric of my pajama top. But then the thought occurred to me that he must have seen everything already.
Between the spanking, being brought here, being bathed and dressed by him, I doubted I had much left to hide, but still...it felt like I should.
Afternoon winter sun cut across Jesse’s angled face as his eyes devoured me from the chair. There was still a dreamlike quality to it all, but a new me was waking up and for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be awake.
Not that I remembered being given much choice in that matter, but the truth was I didn't want any. It was nice not to have to think about my own choices for once.
“Looks like you are. Up, I mean," he said, and I smirked at the attempt at humor. It wasn't like him. "Finally,” he added with a wink that had intensifying heat blooming on my cheeks and wetness seeping from my center.
