At Kevin's Mercy 2: Reclaimed

6. A Spa Day part 1.

Tomorrow... tomorrow I was going to get my spa day.
For the past three days I had been staring at the closed curtains of the backyard.
Kevin had closed them and I was forbidden to come anywhere near them.
With the punishment I had gotten for entering the hallway without permission fresh in my mind and the fear of more hidden camera's in the house watching my movements I didn't dare to get near them.

I had only been allowed to help the first two days with removing the weeds and trimming the plants.
After that I was banned from the backyard and Kevin told me he wanted to prepare some stuff as a surprise for me.
What on earth he needed to prepare was a mystery to me.
What else but the sauna cabin would I possibly need for myself to pretend I'm at a real spa?
But clearly Kevin had some ideas because for the past three days he had been in the back yard or out shopping for most of the day.

I knew he when he was out shopping and when he was in and around the house because he would lock me up in the bedroom if he left.

It had clearly made him tired because he was sound asleep right now, his arm firmly around my waist while he spooned me.
I on the other hand was a little too exited to sleep right now.
It was the first time Kevin really did something for me and I know I had been very good for the past week.
The reward of my own little spa day was just too good for me to mess up.

So for the past week I had done my best to keep the house nice and tidy the way Kevin liked it.
He didn't even had to give me any chores, I did them without him asking me when I was allowed to roam the house when he was working in the backyard.
I made sure to give him his good morning and goodnight kisses without him asking for them and yesterday when we took a shower and he had a hard one I didn't hesitate when he implied I should do something about it.

All in all I've been really good.
I felt his hand absentmindedly move up in his sleep and cup my breast over the outside of his over-sized shirt.

Kevin was mumbling something in his sleep.
I watched his fingers twist a piece from the fabric between the tips, is he dreaming about twisting my nipples?

"Oh, baby... such a good girl..."

Good girl?
I hope he's dreaming about me.
Wait...?
Why am I hoping he's dreaming about me?
I thought about that for a few seconds before concluding it's weird if he's fondling my body in his sleep while he's dreaming about someone else.
Yes... that's it, not because I'm starting to get feelings for him.

His hand had moved down again in the mean time and was softly drawing small circles on my tummy.
The gentle soothing motion of it finally had me relaxing enough that sleep slowly took over my body and I was drifting away in a dream of my own.

One where I was with my family and Kevin was with me too.
Kevin was laughing with my dad while he kept his eyes trained on where ever I was.
It felt like something that should be, safe under Kevin's gaze while still being able to see my family and friends.
Despite everything I still miss them sometimes.

I felt something prickle against the side of my face while I was still far away in a daze.
Soft words in the distance, I couldn't quite make them out yet.
It took me some time before I could place the feeling as that of the stubbly morning beard of Kevin that tickled my cheek and neck before he started to kiss my neck, coaxing me to wake up.
Was it morning already?

"Good morning sweetheart. Are you ready for you surprise?"

I turned around to return the kiss and nodded, too scared that if I didn't he might still change his mind about the whole thing.

"Today will all be about you baby. You can order me around if you want something to drink or eat. And unless you try to run away from me you won't get punished okay?"