Violet wanders into my office after a few hours, her arms tightly around her chest as if she's holding onto herself. “Hold on for aminute, Brice.” I insist. I sit the phone down and open my arms for her to join me, which she does.
She climbs up onto my lap and hugs onto me as soon as she's close enough. “Feeling okay, kitten?” I ask once my arms have banded around her.
She nods into my neck and lays what might be the coldest hands I've ever felt on my arm. “Cold.” She mumbles against me.
I grab my phone with my free hand, still holding onto Violet with the other. “Let me call you back, just find out what you can about the scientists.” I say before hanging up and focusing on her.
“Come on, I'll get you covered up and turn the heat up a little more.” I promise her. I don't get hot or cold, so I have to use her cues to figure out how to set the thermostat, otherwise, I just keep it warm enough that the pipes won't freeze, and I can't see my breath.
Violet hops up off of my lap, letting me follow her back into the living room. She sits down on the floor on her dog bed and curls herself into as small of a ball as she can. “Why are you on the floor?” I ask.
She picks her head up, an adorable face full of confusion staring back at me. “I'm not allowed on the furniture without you.” She reminds me.
Shit. I forgot to tell her that I didn't expect her to follow that rule when she's not feeling well.
I pat the couch, shaking out a throw blanket while she climbs up. “I'm sorry, kitten, that's my fault. If you're not feeling well, I want you to be comfortable.” I insist.
Violet mumbles something about her little dog bed is fine, but I don't care. I tuck her into the blanket and lay a pillow under her head while she curls in on herself to warm up. “I'll turn the heat up and we can sit here for a while, okay?” I ask.
Most of our afternoon is spent with Violet resting or flipping through the channels on the TV. She's always either lying with her head on my lap or clinging to me.
I like how calm and how peaceful this feels, I like just existing with her. I'm not used to this. I'm always working or with my unit, this feels different. This feels better.
I just can't let myself get too comfortable having my little pet, she's not staying.
Chapter 17
Violet
Iwoke up this morning to the feeling of my panties being slid down my legs. I quickly pick my head up, making full eye contact with Adler. “I'm bleeding.” I remind him.
Adler just shrugs, tossing my panties, and the pad stuck inside, across the room. “I've heard sex is excellent for cramps.” He says casually.
I try to remind him that he'll make a mess, but he puts a hand over my mouth before I get to speak. “Are you allowed to deny me?” He asks.
I quickly shake my head no, panting in need and feeling his cock hardening against me. I find myself grinding on him, needing friction of any kind.
Adler climbs off of the bed, coming around the front and cuffing my wrists to the head of the bed. “Sit still.” He teases, knowing damn well I couldn't go anywhere if I tried.
I watch, both desperate and curious, while Adler leaves the room. He's only gone for a few minutes before coming back in with a few things in his hands.
The first thing he shows me in his little collection is a bite gag. He secures the silicone part between my teeth, almost in the shape of a dog bone, and secures it behind my head. “This will keep you nice and quiet.” He mentions with a grin.
While my body feels like it's vibrating, I'm also terrified of bleeding on his sheets. I try to tell him that I'll ruin the expensive silky sheets, but I can't talk. “Shh,” Adler says when he hears my incoherent attempts.
Next, I feel him slide a towel or something underneath my hips while he sits between my legs. At least that helps ease my worry.
“I've heard women are extra sensitive during this time, so I’m really going to enjoy this.” He teases.
I nod my head, unable to tell him just how true that is and how close I already feel without even being touched.
I keep my gaze locked onto Adler, watching him and panting while his fingers go between my legs. I expect and need him to touch me, I'm so sensitive and on edge right now, but he doesn't. His fingers slide down the inside of my thigh until he can reach and cuff my ankle to the shackle at the end of the bed. He makes quick work of the other ankle, spreading me so far that the stretch burns.
Adler quickly slides two fingers into me, pumping them slowly while my hips buck and twist. “Fuck.” I moan around the gag.
My care about this getting messy is gone, I just need him.
He pulls his fingers from my pussy, making me whine and attempt to lift my hips to beg for more. “Sit still.” Adler demands. He slides his bloody fingers into my asshole, making me tense and moan around the gag again.
