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Christmas Captive

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I didn’t touch her for a long time. I left her mostly to her own devices, not prying into what she did. She never asked to leave the penthouse. She had access to my private pool and gym in the building, and she used it with gusto, going for a swim once per day, and to work out once every other day. Florian had told me she was also using the sauna, and I’d scheduled a massage for her after her workout on the sixth day. She’d left a sweet thank you note for me through the maid, pleasing me more than she knew.

It was the seventh night of December when I decided to pay my pretty captive a visit. The guest bedroom was quiet at midnight as I stood in the doorframe, watching my Kitty sleep. Her chest was rising and falling rhythmically. She didn’t suspect I was watching her, sleeping peacefully while my eyes drank in her slumbering form. She truly was breathtaking, even like this, natural and more exposed than ever. Her silk sheer nightie had ridden up, exposing inches of her tanned thighs and a sliver of the pussy I so craved to taste. But I needed to bide my time. To wait until she was ripe.

She hadn’t tried to make the guest bedroom her own, but then again, she hadn’t brought anything with her. The room was devoid of personal touches, but her presence in it made it beautiful.

Amicia stirred in her sleep, muttering my name which made me chuckle. At the sound of it, her eyes flew open, and she awoke with a soft sigh on her full lips. I kneeled next to her, my fingers ghosting over her cheek while she slowly came to.

“What is it?” she whispered. “Is something the matter?”

“No,” I reassured her. “I thought it was about time I paid you a little visit, Kitty.”

“Oh…” I witnessed goosebumps erupting over her skin, her tanned complexion flush with embarrassment. “Isn’t it late?”

“Midnight,” I confirmed. “I just got done with my work for the week.”

“Okay,” she said, sitting up straight in the bed, her eyes hungrily finding mine. “What do you want to do?”

“Well,” I smirked. “I thought it was about time I tested out my new toy. Don’t you think, Kitty?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered. She painted on a confident face, but deep down, my toy was still scared of me, and I was the sick bastard who loved it.

“Good,” I muttered. “We’re going to test your patience tonight. I want to know you won’t come without my permission.”

She blanched, withdrawing her gaze as she dug her teeth into her lower lip. “Why wouldn’t you let me?”

“Because I want you on edge. I want you begging for it, and I want to deny you again and again.”

“Why?”

“Because,” I said firmly. “It will please me. And that’s the only reason you need, Kitty. You will not come until I allow it. And if you’re good, there will be a special treat in it for you.”

***

Amicia was proving to be a good houseguest, but there was still a lesson I had to teach her.

While she hadn't misbehaved me directly, she didn't exactly see me as an authority figure, either. And I was determined to change that. To show her that while she was staying with me for the duration of her contract, she'd obey me and do exactly as she was told. I didn't have patience for misbehaving and I had no intention of allowing her to treat me with disrespect, which made my next move necessary.

After dinner that night, I told her to wait for me in the guest bedroom. From her nervous behavior, I could tell she was afraid, and when she slipped by calling me by my first name at dinner, I realized her upcoming education was more than warranted.

I knocked on the door of her bedroom twice, and she timidly called out for me to enter.

She was sitting on the foot of the bed, fearfully raising her eyes to mine once I entered the room.

"Hello, Kitty," I spoke up. "We have an important evening ahead of us today."

"Oh?" She cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean by-"

"Lesson one," I went on, disregarding her interruption. "You don't address me as Grayson, or anything other than Sir. Especially when we're in the presence of others. It's a sign of respect I don't just expect from you. It's mandatory. Understood?"

Something passed over her pretty face and she set her lips into a line, finally giving me a reluctant nod.

"Good, I'm glad you understand," I smirked at her. "The second lesson. You will always treat me with respect. That does not just involve addressing me properly. I want you to be a good girl and respect me with everything you do. No talking back. No mouthing off. You treat me like your superior, because until December twenty-fifth, that's who I am."


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