Behind the Badge: Obsession in the Shadows

I wanna see him

"Gregory.." i ask with a trembling voice.

He briefly looks over his shoulder at me, his expression unreadable, as he arches his brow.
"Yes baby?" he said as though didn't just smack my thighs.

I still felt the heat from the hits as my hands tried and soothe the red areas.

"where is Buddy?" I ask him.

"He's upstairs in our bed,"  he says before returning his attention to the stove to cook my eyes practically fighting me to the stove.

Our bed... his bed... not mine...

I furrow my eyebrows together in confusion.

"After you eat I'll take you back downstairs and chain you back up to the bed so you can sleep,"  he says after breaking my internal thoughts.

"I wanna see him," I say to him.

He softly chuckles.

"Now baby, is that how you ask for something?" he says amused.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
"Can I see Buddy?" I ask him.

He was my dog after all i think.

He turns the heat down on the stove, stirring whatever he's cooking slowly. He wipes his hands on a towel before turning fully to face me, leaning against the counter with a smirk.

"You can see Buddy after you've eaten all of your food. But first, let's work on that little attitude of yours, hmm?" he says with a sly annoying tone.

I bite my lip. "I just want to make sure he's okay," I reply softly trying not to show my frustration.

"His fine, baby," he says "But you still need to learn how to ask me properly, or there won't be any privileges that include seeing buddy."

I swallow hard, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "Can I please see him after I eat?" I say unwantedly.

He nods slowly. "That's better. Now sit tight, and I'll bring you your breakfast."

As he plates the food, I shift uncomfortably, my thoughts drifting back to Buddy. It feels like everything in my life is slipping further out of my control.

When he sets the plate in front of me, I can feel his eyes on me, watching as I pick up the fork. There's no point in pushing further now. Not yet.

I take a small bite, the food tasteless despite the aroma. My mind is on the way he controls every inch of my life. The feeling of the chain still lingers in my thoughts, even though it's not around my ankle right now.

He stands nearby as he sips his drink and watches me closely as I take each bite I take.

"Good girl," he says softly, his voice full of praise. "See? It's not so hard to behave, is it, baby?"

I don't respond I just nod and focus on eating.

When I finish his smile widens. "There you go. Now, that wasn't too hard, was it, beautiful?"

I put the fork down, resisting the urge to throw it across the room. "I ate. Can I see Buddy now?"

His smirk fades slightly, and he leans in, resting a hand on the table next to me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. "I did say you could, didn't I?"

I nod. "Yes."

He takes his time answering, his fingers lightly brushing my cheek, trailing down to my chin, and tilting my face upward to meet his eyes. "Then let's go upstairs," he murmurs, "and we'll see your dog."