At the memory of her pussy dripping with my release, my balls tighten with the need to take her again. But she’s sleeping so soundly, and I’ve been keeping her up far too much this past week. She deserves her rest.
I settle down, my mind wandering to pleasant memories of this past week. My wounds are nearly healed now, and I’ve been taking care of Grace again—my favorite hobby. Now that I’m notworried about Grace running away, I’ve given her free run of the apartment building, allowing her to explore the many different rooms and items I’ve collected.
When she goes exploring, I like to watch her on my cameras, and when I get bored, I’ll put on my red mask and go track her down. It’s a fun little game Grace likes to play, and I’m more than happy to oblige—especially if it means I get to taste her sweet pussy.
Speaking of eating…
I gaze down at her, wondering what I should cook her for breakfast this morning. I want it to be special, to show her how much I appreciate and love her. She still hasn’t said she loves me back, but I can be patient. Iwillbe patient, for Grace.
The only thing that worries me is that she’s been asking to contact her friend, Saffron. She promises she only wants to call and explain that she’s safe so Saffron doesn’t worry, but a small part of me worries she’s still trying to escape.
The worst part is that if she asked me to let her go now, I would do so. I love her so much, I’d be willing to live without her if that’s what really made her happy. Thankfully, though, it seems Grace has come to truly care for me.
She chose me.
My head feels fuzzy at the memory of the day she told me she wanted to stay. I’ve never been so happy, and every day since then has only gotten better.
Half of me is scared that it’s going to be ripped away from me. I’ve never been allowed to be happy in my life, and I’m worried this is no exception.
Grace stirs at that moment, looking up with glassy, sleep-filled eyes, chasing all my fears away. “Good morning,” she whispers, reaching her head out to cup my face.
I lean into her touch, closing my eyes as heated sparks spread over my skin. “Good morning, angel. How’d you sleep?”
“Perfect.” She tilts her chin up to place a kiss on my jaw. “You make a very good pillow. I think you missed your calling.”
I chuckle under my breath, tightening my grip on her waist. I slide my hand down, rubbing my palm over her stomach, loving how soft she is. At the feel of her, my cock jumps, desperate to be inside her, needing to fill her again and again.
To my great dismay, Grace reaches down, attempting to move my hand from her stomach.As if I would let that happen.
“Seven…”
“What?” I lean down, kissing the tip of her nose. “I love your body, Grace. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’m going to worship you the way you deserve.” I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, and when I pull away, she’s panting and flushed, and the embarrassed gleam has faded from her eyes, replaced with something tender.
“Seven…”
“Yes, angel?”
Before she has a chance to answer, a furry gray ball leaps onto the bed, heading straight for Grace’s face. Zorro’s claws dig into my chest as he snuggles up against her cheek, flopping onto his side and exposing his belly in his excitement.
“Good morning to you, too, Zorro.” She laughs as she reaches up to give him his much-needed scratches. “Looks like someone had their coffee already.”
A soft, raspy purr emanates from the animal’s throat as he nuzzles his nose deeper into Grace’s cheek, the picture of content.
“We should trim his nails.” I gaze down at the tiny red pearls of blood beading across my chest.
“Is that safe?”
“I guess we’ll find out.” I shrug, the motion throwing Zorro slightly off balance. He turns to me with those beady black eyesand lets out ahissbefore going back to snuggling Grace like nothing happened.
Grace barks a laugh, a sound so intoxicating I can’t keep the smile off my face. It makes me happy when I never thought I could be.
Grace’s stomach growls, breaking me out of my love-stricken thoughts. “Hungry?” I ask, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head. “Pancakes? Omelet? Bacon and eggs? What are you feeling?”
“I think Zorro would like some bacon.”
I lean in, nuzzling the side of her face Zorro isn’t occupying. “And what does my angel want?”
“The same.”
