Dominant Love(BDSM)

Chapter Two

I laid in the middle of the bed, as the hours ticked away I remembered every pain that rocked through my body, the way his rough large hands held me, the way his voice rung through my ears, I remembered it all, from the fast paced beginning to the slow and painfully end, I remembered how he left me just lying in the bed I recalled the way he slammed the door and never came back in. I recalled rubbing my wrist where his tie left patterns deep into my pale flesh, the fabric of the tie sequence imprinted my skin, the blue wave that was stripped and seemed as it was trapped into boxes made my skin feel rough. I let the silent tears fall from my eye's I held them in during the fight that I had awfully lost. His words rung through my ear's every single one hit hard and made my tear flow heavier than before when only two came down. 

His last sentence hit home as I started to shiver as I cried, "You are mine Catayla, your body, soul, heart, everything you poses is now mine, until the day you die." I wasn't shivering from just the word's he left me with, it was because the arrogant of an asshole turned the AC on it seemed as if it was below 0, and he knew I was anemic. I rolled over and winced, I muttered a few curses as I remembered he took the covers as well.

"Damn it,” my shoulders shook frantically as I laid there my hands shaking as I tried to warm myself up.

What time was it? The question I had just asked myself for the ninth time in a row. Why did the room not have a clock? If it was after 7:00 in the morning, I was screwed, and I meant literally not just in the way that I was screwed a few hours before. I meant the screwed type where if I didn't make it into my office with a good excuse to my boss, I'd be one of the people holding a sign because I'd have been fried and after being fired everyone knows your house goes up for foreclosure because you can't pay the bills and the- I interrupted my own thoughts as the scenario of me being fired and then running to Michael asking for help, wouldn't he help me? I though and I shook my head "Yeah right he'd probably yell at me for getting fired even if it was his fault."

I heard the fall of footsteps near the door; I pretended to sleep, I laid one hand under my check and the other laid out in front of my slender figure, my lips were pursed and slightly open as my dark brown eyes were closed and only flattered softly before I relaxed. I felt his presence come close to the bed his voice warmed my body slightly, a smell of black coffee with cream and no sugar; which also had the mixture of a peppermint scent drifted into my nose making my eyes open, I sat up slowly. Michael was nice after a few good compliments to boost his ego, with my word choice I was told the time and that he had washed my clothes and that he didn't care how many times I tried to stroke his ego I wasn't going to get covers to keep me warm. Fair to say I got a two out of three which was more than I usually got.

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I looked over myself in the pure glass wall to wall mirror that was projected in front of me as I stood in Michael’s bedroom; the only time I was allowed in was when he didn't feel like taking me into the red room. I felt he was coming around just a little bit, as he had brought me clothes to wear to my job than giving me clothes I would have left around any other time when I stayed. My long dark brown hair was pulled up into a tight sophisticated bun; I wore my newly brought black pencil skirt, which fitted against my body perfectly as my curves showed through the skirt. I flattened my hands against the crisp clean white blouse that had accompanied the skirt and the strappy black Steve Madden heels that clicked on the cherry wooden floor as I walked. I strode through the long narrow hallway that led towards two separate directions. One was the living room that held black and white photographs on each and every wall, a white sofa with a small coffee table in the middle of the room, looking as polished as the rest of the house, and a fire place, though the wood looked simmered down. However, the other direction led to the dining room; which held striking Venetian glass chandelier and beautifully designed pillars that added a sense of regal beauty to the room.

I walked towards the direction of the living room, with the mission of heading straight for the foyer I had once walked into the night before; however, the sun shone through the windows showing no specs of dust anywhere, I always wondered how this man who worked from sun rise to sun break could keep this house so damn clean. I shook my head and grabbed my keys from out the bowl that lay on top of it. In the eyes of a stranger it would look like a newly polished oak table. To me it was a table that the man never touched. I always thought of myself as being a neat freak. That was until I met Michael and he showed me what OCD looked like.