City Of Need

6 💜 Cat Fight (3)

*Hi, Wild Ones, this is a Mirror Story. If you'd like the previous part of this story, visit @agentcalledhendricks - Cat Fight 2 -then, please come back here for this part!
With Love & Other Things,
Violet 💋⛓️❤️‍🔥
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Cat Fight Part 3
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I wake up with you at my back, wrapped around me, sleeping soundly. And Katarina at my front, laying on her side, propped up on one elbow, watching me.

She smiles.

I smile back.

'Morning,' she whispers.

Morning,' I whisper back.

'You ok?' She asks.

'Yeah. You?'

Her mouth turns down at the sides, but she forces them up into a smile. 'Kind of.'

Yeah - it must be a strange kind of morning for her, after her dom gave her to my dom for the weekend for correction.

I reach out a hand to her, pull her towards me, and say, 'Come here.'

She slides next to me, our faces facing each other on the pillow. A tear slips from her eye, down the side of her face, into her hair line.

I wipe it away, and say, 'I'll look after you Kitten. I won't let anything bad happen to you.'

'It's not that,' she croaks. 'I'm not scared of Hendricks. I just can't believe that Gordon would give me away like that.'

'Yeah,' I mumble. But what can I say. He sounds like a shit kind of dom to me. First allowing her to come here, then making her stay here. Shouldn't he be cleaning up his own mess? Training his own pet?

I stroke her hair, pull her closer, and feel you stir behind me, pressing into my back. Then shift to a sitting up position, 'You ok girls?' You say groggily. 'Haven't killed each other yet have you?' You push the sheet away and stand up.

I look up and meet your eyes, they soften at the sight of us holding each other.

'Breakfast,' you say, and Katerina starts to sit up.

'Where you going?' I ask her.

'To make breakfast,' she says.

'Hendricks does that,' I tell her.

Her eyes go wide, 'But he's the dom.'

'Yeah,' I giggle, 'and he's also a really good cook.
Much better than me- probably better than you.'

'But he's the dom,' she says again, confusion scripted into the lines of her forehead as she frowns.

'Baby, he's a Dom when we play. But he's not a Dom all the time. We all have lives to live.' I tell her softly. What the hell kind of dynamic is she in?

I hear you clear your throat, and I look back at you, as you say, 'Actually, Violet, this weekend will be a little different. For the next 48 hours I will be both your doms.' You must see the confusion on my face, because you clarify, 'Full time.'

'Why?'

'Because I agreed I would be.'

'With Katarina's Dom?'

'Yes,' you nod.

'Yeah...but... that's to dom Katarina, not me.'

There's a glint in your eyes, letting me know my foot is hovering over some sort of land mine. You smile as you say, 'Ok, Little One. Just Katarina then. Do you want breakfast before you leave?'

'Wait...what?'

'Well I can't dom one of you and not the other. That wouldn't be fair, would it? And after your little tantrum last night, we know you're all about fairness don't we?'