My Possessive Dom

Chapter 3

The morning after the bonfire was a harsh one. We stayed out until nearly midnight and I didn't fall asleep until nearly 2 in the morning, still giddy from the antics me and the other girls got into after we got more comfortable with each other. At least I get to shower today.

"Wakey wakey," Caleb says as he opens my door and peeks his head in.

I glare at him for a second before I pull the covers over my head and will him away. I hear the door open all the way and feel the edge of my bed dipping down.

"It's time to wake up," he says as he gently pulls the blanket off of my head.

I turn and see my alarm clocks say 7:00.

"Are you crazy?" I ask

"Yes. now get up."

"Fine." I say.

Caleb looks at me with raised eyebrows but I ignore him and get up to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth.

WhenI'm done getting ready i go to the kitchen to make cereal. I pull the milk out of the fridge and unscrew the cap and begin to walk to the counter with my bowl when I trip over my own feet and fall to the floor, milk going everywhere. I pick it back up before the whole thing can spill and grab the paper towels to try and clean up the mess. It would be less time consuming to calculate the area of the kitchen floor that WASN'T covered in milk than the area that is.

"Fuck," I say to myself.

"Woah, what happened here?" Caleb asks as he walks into the kitchen, looking at me on my hands and knees with a wad of wet paper towels in front of me.

"Nothing," I say with a huff, grabbing more paper towels, not caring that my pajama bottoms are getting soaked from the milk.

"Did the floor want cereal too?" Caleb asks with a chuckle, but I just ignore him and work on wiping up the milk.

"Here, let me help," he says as he bends down in front of me and the spill and reaches for the paper towels.

"I got it," I say and grab the paper towels before he can.

He stands up and looks at me with raised eyebrows again.

"What?" I ask, still in shock that I practically threw the milk all over the floor.

He chuckles a little and looks up to the ceiling before looking back down at me again.

"Meet me in the room when you're finished cleaning that up," he says with a straight face, his chuckle seemingly far gone.

"What room?" I ask, my stomach turning over from his order.

"You know what room," he says and walks away.

'Shit' I think to myself. I felt like last night I got over some of the awkwardness that came from my first time in the room and now he wants me back in there. I finish cleaning up the spill and throw the dripping wet paper towels in the trash can. Standing in the kitchen I take a deep breath and try to mentally prepare myself for what's about to happen, although I'm not entirely sure what is about to happen. Maybe I have a general idea. I take a final breath and walk towards the room at the end of the hallway.

I open the door to the room and step in, still in my pajamas wet with milk around the knees. Caleb is standing by the bed looking down at it. Looking down at the things he has laid out on it. I close the door behind me and look at Caleb, waiting for him to say something.

"Bench," he says. Referring to the one I was strapped onto the last time.

I look at him and walk over to it and stand in front of it. He walks up behind me and brushes my hair to one side and lightly kisses my neck. I gasp a little from the unexpected surprise, I'd let myself say it was pleasant, but I know I can't give in. I feel goosebumps forming on my arms. He pulls my shirt up from behind and I lift my arms so he can take it off. I feel exposed from not wearing a bra underneath. He slides my pajama pants down my legs, trailing his thumb along the length of my legs. When he gets to my feet I step out of them.