His Baby-Bunny [COMPLETE]

Chapter Five

Zoe POV

The longer I spent with Luke, the more I noticed how happy he made me. He understood me on various levels that my previous partners couldn't. He was able to read my mood, my facial expressions and my body language. Yet, there was something I was worried about; his past. I constantly questioned myself and if I was good enough for him. After a few months together, I had reason to be worried. Whenever I was at University, we would email each other. We had been emailing each other back and forth about which tattoos I wanted, as he thought they were sexy on women and was willing to pay for me to have them done. I had also been toying with the idea to dye my hair red; of my own volition, not because he liked the colour - I originally dyed my hair red when I was fourteen, long before I met him - I sent him a picture of the colour I was considering; and he sent back a question;

"Is it alright if I send you a picture of my ex?" 

I was hurt, startled, concerned, confused, jealous and angry. But, I felt I had no other option except to reply;

"Umm, sure...?" 

Within a few minutes I received two images of her. She was stunning, her smile was bright, her makeup was better than mine, she was covered in tattoos and her hair was a light red. It hit me, he wanted to change me. He wanted me to be his ideal woman, except, I couldn't be that if I remained the same. 

I chose my words with care. 

"She's gorgeous. Why do you still have pictures of her?" 

"She's a bitch. I also paid for all of her tattoos." He replied. 

I was concerned with his chosen avoidance of answering my question. 

"I'm just letting you know that I've dyed my hair red before; I'm not doing it for you." 

"It's your colour babe." Was his reply. 

I smiled. Despite refusing to answer my question, he was close enough to perfect.

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A few hours later, I stopped by his apartment. The concierge let me in and I got into the elevator and hit the button for his floor. I got out, (with the elevator music stuck in my head) and knocked on his door. He let me in and I followed him to his bedroom. 

He laid out my favourite shirt of his, my lips curved upwards into a coy smile and he kissed my cheek. I got undressed, put his shirt on and climbed under the covers. Every moment I spent with Luke, he was able to make the world disappear, I forgot all about the bad in the world and focused on Luke, trying to read his moods and facial expressions. Most of all, trying to make him happy. 

He handed me his iPad and I opened Netflix, chose a comedy and nestled into his chest to watch it. He kissed my cheeks, lips, neck, basically anything he wanted to. He paused, and I moved to look at him. 

"I want to run something past you." He said.

"Ok, what is it?" I asked. 

"Well, I like the whole dominant and submissive relationships." He explained. I could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Alright." 

"What do you think of it?" He asked. 

"Well, I like the theory of the Daddy Dom and Little Girl relationships."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's similar to the whole dom and sub thing; except, it's centered more around nurture and care."