Dominant Love(BDSM)

Con. Of Chapter Six

The Next Morning

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The sunlight flickered across my face as my eyes fluttered open. My head felt as it was splitting in half and my throat? Let's just say it ached when I took an inhalation of air. I sat up slowly, feeling pain rock my body. My vision blurred in and out as I pressed a hand to my head firmly as if holding it in place. I heard nothing, no noise, no voices; he left me here alone. It seemed like him to do such a thing, not caring if I lived or died after what he had done to me. I stood up, wobbling on my feet as I walked slowly towards my bathroom before collapsing against the door frame. I didn't want to look in the mirror in fear of what I would see. My deep set of eyes trailed up anyway, showing the reflection of a woman. A woman of whom I had no recognition.

Her skin was paler than normal; every exposed inch of her was covered in purple bruises. Her eyes held bags underneath them. Her hair was tousled as if she had gotten into a fight with nature and nature obviously won. She raised an arm only to wince and lay it back down. I knew at that moment I wasn't going anywhere today. I couldn't walk out in public like this. I felt like hurling. My own image brought distaste to my tongue.

My body slid down the door frame. Every part of me called out in different series of pain. My stomach growled like a wild beast being caged in. My head throbbed. My hands shook. I felt like a- my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. I crawled to the nearest room and spoke into the phone.

"H..Hello?" The voice on the other end shocked me to life. "Hey Cat, I was just calling to ask if you wanted to have lunch with your big brother today?" My thoughts collided into one another as I thought of an excuse. Shit. Why was he back home from his job trip? My crooked voice spoke softly.

"Samuel I can't, I'm very busy today. We can have lunch sometime soon." His words relaxed me some as he spoke an ok and hung up. I pressed the phone down and breathed in and out slowly. Thank god for brothers who were too stupid to ask questions.

I moved away from the phone only to hear it ring once more. The ring sounded louder and more urgent; it was probably from a head-splitting headache I had.

I shuffled back towards the phone picking it up.

"Hello?"

I took a seat on the chair that was stationed in the room. I listened as Micheal's voice spoke about dinner tonight, I thought on objecting to his offer as well. As he finished speaking, I let my voice carry the words away.

"I'm sorry, but I can't go anywhere until the bruises you have placed on my skin have disappeared. So if you'd kindly just leave me alone." I took a short but dramatic pause. "With that being said, have a wonderful day Mr. Winters." I hung the phone up right away, not wanting to hear his response. I walked back into the bathroom and started to untangle my hair as my other hand brushed my teeth to perfection.

The nerve of the man to call and speak on dinner. Who the hell did he think he was? Making arrangements as if he owned me and every empty aspect of my life. I blew out a sigh and gave up on trying to make myself presentable to the walls around my home, for as I've said before my ass wasn't leaving it until the bruises went away and color returned to my body.

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I paced the floor of my condo as my hands shook in anger. Who the hell did Catayla think she was, turning down my offer of a perfectly divine dinner? I slumped down onto the edge of my bed before feeling my fingers fiddle about their-selves. A habit I still haven't kicked to the curb. A sigh blew pass my lips; she was unbelievable. I remembered last night perfectly, I may have gone over the edge but I came back. Right? I mentally shrugged my shoulders not knowing and not caring to know. Even though a part of me screamed: "You could have killed her!"

Ah, the part that cared for the dark haired, pale skinned beauty that was my submissive. The part that always spoke quietly as my dominant but louder voice hushed it. I didn't want to think about my conflicted feelings for Catayla. I knew I couldn't actually feel anything towards her beside lust and possession. I never knew love. How could a man like myself - a man full of complications and a disturbing past love a female who seemed like an angel? The question I couldn't answer now; hell, I knew I wouldn't be able to ever answer it until that frightful day where my mind wasn't stationed on the topic.

My head swarmed with thoughts as I now laid upon my plush bed that held its rumpled sheets. I gave out an audible sigh of frustration before I sat up quickly, my body jerking up as if to give myself a whiplash. I scrambled from the bed, pulling on a white wrinkled Hanes tee and a pair of white Nike's. My footfalls pounded against the floorboard as I made my way towards my front door.

My hands frantically patted down my pockets, where were my damn car keys? I gave a soft roll of my eyes as I glanced around the foyer before catching the glint of the sparkling keys, my hands darting out and grabbing them from the porcelain bowl near the door. My legs pumped under my body as I slid into my white Audi r8 v10 spyder. The luxurious automotive accelerated down the crowded lanes of the freeway until it gave out a slow purr of exhaustion as I veered it onto her graveled driveway, parking behind her Mercedes. My feet stepped out of the car as I heard it's low beep initiating it was locked. My strides made the brisk motion of a walk until I felt my fist collide with the barrier of her door.

I stayed stationed in the eeriness of my living room, every defying silence calming my body to the point of exhaustion. How had I gone all night without the proper sleep I need? How? The same question was the only buzzing I heard, I rubbed my temple and gave out a slow exhale of breath. The hard knocking from the door clobbering