Predator and the prey

Feelings.

Elliana's POV

After he left I decided to take a hot shower, letting the water run over me as I scrub the wax that he poured on me earlier. I wash my hair and body then shave and get out. I dry off and decided I'd pick out my own sleep wear from the wardrobe where he got my dress from earlier.

I managed to find a white pair of Lacey thongs so I throw those on then I found the cutest baby pink velvet sleep set. I throw on the shorts and of course my ass hangs halfway out, and I slide on the cropped little tank top that goes with them and crawled into the big bed. As I lay there and think I notice my feelings are now all over the place.

I went from being scared of this man and regretting trying to run earlier today to wishing he would've let me cum for him, he left me aching for his touch for him to be inside of me, just like he said he would. I mean you can't blame me especially after I haven't had a MAN make me feel like that before. Yeah I've had sex but for some reason I don't know he just felt different.

I slowly start to feel my eyes get heavier as I look out the window and wonder what he may be doing right now, slightly only very slightly wishing I wasn't alone in such a big ass empty bed...

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Ronnie's POV

Jesus fucking Christ that woman there, is a whole other woman. I have never in my life succumbed to a woman's touch like that, normally I'm all dominant and they lay there, now granted those were one night stands that I may have had while I was Persuing Elliana secretly but I just knew even before I took her that those other women wouldn't be her.

You may be wondering, Ronnie why didn't you just talk to her? Ask her out like any other average man, well that's because I'm not your average man, yeah I kidnapped her and took everything from her but that doesn't mean in time when she comes around to what I do I can just give her the world which is what I plan on doing, I'm just waiting for her to fully accept it.

I'm a harsh and brutal man. Nothing has ever satisfied me but her, my kitten, my babygirl, she satisfies me even just by looking at me little does she know. I over look the cuts she sliced into me earlier, i guess i pretty much deserved those so deep down i really wasn't even mad, just wanted to teach her a lesson because trying to stitch  yourself up isn't fun at all.

I lay here now alone in the guest room thinking of what she may be doing now, tonight I didn't tie her up, I didn't give her a dose of drugs to put her to sleep, if anything i was trying to let her feel just a little bit human again in a situation to her that's a little fucked up. I can't help but let my body get off the couch and carry myself to my room where she sleeps in my bed. I creak the door open just a little, the room is dark and I can see she's laying facing the window.

Half of her body is out of the blanket with one leg thrown over it. Would she hate me if I laid next to her? Would it freak her out if she woke up and I was there? Would I possibly have to prepare myself for what would come flying at me in the morning if she saw me there? In the moment I really didn't care, this is what I have wanted and waited for, for a long time now, is her. Her touch, her mind, her body, her soul to be one with mine no matter how long it took.

I watched her work every night, dancing with a few men here and there to make a paycheck, and just knowing those men even touched my kitten filled me with something I can't quite explain. And you're probably wondering what in the actual fuck but you know I ask myself that about 10 times a day.

I got so lost in my head I didn't realize I now sit behind her in this big bed of mine just watching her sleep peacefully. Watching her body rise and fall with every breath, her scent of roses and sweet coconut fill my senses, her long curly locks draping over the pillow. Would she accept me if she felt she lay in bed with her or would I have to brace myself for flying objects or hands.