Christmas Captive

"So, what do you say, Kitty?" His voice was silky smooth and delicious like aged bourbon. "Will you be my Christmas captive?"Chapter 6

Grayson

She’d said yes.

I wasn’t sure whether she would. Amicia Romano was certainly different to the other girls before her. She was headstrong, with a will of her own. No one pushed my kitty around, that was for sure. I’d be the only one allowed to do that.

After she signed the papers right there in the limo, I ordered my driver to take us to the penthouse. Kai was still away running some business for me in Florida, and would only return by Christmas, so I was running short on manpower. I had a lot of work to attend to over the next week, therefore my new toy would have to learn how to be patient.

“This is where you live?” her mouth gaped open as we pulled up in front of the building. “It looks like something out of a film…” She tapped the brick wall to make sure it was real, making me chuckle.

“It’s all too real, Kitty,” I told her. “Now come. We have a lot of work to do before I have to return to work.” I held out an arm for her, and after a moment’s thought, she linked it with hers, following me into the building.

If Amicia thought the outside was impressive, the interior was sure to shock her. I was greeted by my last name by a bellboy waiting for us. He quickly gathered himself when he saw Amicia, giving her a polite nod. She stared open-mouthed as I led her to the lift. The building was decorated in art-deco style, with gorgeous glass and silver and gold accents everywhere.

The elevator took us right to the penthouse, and once the doors clicked open, I invited my new kitty inside to show her the place.

“This is the salon,” I said, showing her the expansive space. “Where I greet guests. The kitchen, the dining room. This is the study. Here is the master bedroom. Down that hallway are two guest bedrooms and my home study.”

“And behind here?” She knocked on a white door, making me smile. “What’s behind this door?”

“That, my dear, is for me to know, and for you yet to discover.” I gently took her hand in mine, leading her away from the door while she flushed. She knew what was behind that door, I knew it. But she was too shy to mention it again as I showed her to the terrace next.

I had a large wooden patio where loungers were set out when it was warm enough, overlooking the London city skyline. Now, the area was closed off, though the hot tub would still be a nice treat to enjoy on a gorgeous wintry night when the stars were out above my favorite city in the world.

By the time we returned to the salon, a group of people had gathered, and I introduced them to Amicia one by one. Sonia, the hairdresser, Neil, the makeup man, Dalia and Marigold, the seamstresses. Amicia gave me a questioning look as I ordered them all to take care of her and make her presentable.

“Am I not presentable now?” she asked, and I could hear the hint of upset in her voice. “Don’t I look nice enough already?”

I approached her, my hands on her shoulders as I looked deep into her blue eyes. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. But I want you to sparkle even brighter. And I have just the thing in mind.”

She gave me a doubtful look but didn’t object as the team got to work. With an affectionate smile, I let them get to work while I retreated to my home office, telling Amicia I had a surprise waiting for her late at night. For the rest of the day, I busied myself with some important business, the knowledge that she was being pampered mere feet away filling me with quiet, pleasant warmth. Already, she’d managed to find her way into my heart. I was thinking about her as I worked, my thoughts spinning in circles around the gorgeous brunette that had submitted to me so freely.

I finished work hours later, hoping the team had worked their magic and that Amicia felt as pampered as she deserved to. I’d told my maid to ask her to wait in the expansive living room with a gorgeous view of the city, where I’d have a special delivery waiting for her.

As I made my way out of my office, a grin was playing on my lips—one I couldn’t possibly fight off. Amicia may have been a new toy, but she’d already gotten me more excited than the last few before her. I wanted to own her. I wanted to see her submit to me, break down for me and kneel for me. I had a feeling her submission would be beautiful; something I’d treasure for the rest of my life.