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Chapter 10
Klaus
I went down into the room and squatted in front of her. From the lifting of her head, she knew where I was. Quietly, I leaned in and took off the blindfold.
Big eyes. Beautiful eyes. Mine, a voice whispered at the back of my head. There was something about being a man and controlling a woman that was immensely pleasing.
Each time, this got a little easier, being her boss, her dominant as the books called it, but I never forgot how abnormal this situation was.
Be bold.
“I’ll leave the gag out, Jodie, so long as you don’t speak. Say anything, and for every word…” I paused at the thought of what I was about to say. A throb started in my dick. “Each word means I’ll cane you three times.”
One word. Three times. How would she like that?
I could tell I would. I wanted to see her jump at the stroke of the cane again. So I taunted her.
“Nothing to say? Don’t want to tell me to fuck off?”
Her eyes narrowed. Yet though she inhaled through her teeth and glared at me, she said nothing. Whatever swear words were in her head, stayed there. My soul did a song and dance. The power.
Temporary, temporary. Remember?
This is all in the name of the documentary. I’m just doing what needs doing to create this fantasy.
I clung to that. Best excuse, ever.
I’m sure what I did next was the last thing she expected. I led her up those stairs and got her to dry and put away the dishes then sweep the upstairs floor. The irate looks grew darker and more frequent. I decided to leave them be even though they were her way of protesting. Give a little, then show her how trivial this performance of hers was. Let her rise a notch, then I’d pull her down again. What a game. This was like chess with her mind, and the wrong move on her part meant I got to do things I could never do out there in the normal world.
While she worked, I peeled and chopped up a banana, an apple and an orange, put it all into a bowl and poured on fresh yoghurt. From the sounds coming from her stomach and the looks she cast at the fruit, she was hungry.
For a startled second, I thought of telling her that she had to give me a BJ to get food. I was sure I could get her to.
But, I could do better. I wanted to make her beg me to let her come. Then I’d get her to masturbate in front of me. It was in so many of her stories. I wanted it like a thirsty man craves goddamned water. When we’d gone out together, it had been another of her no-nos – masturbating while I watched. Sexy, but I’d never seen her do it. I wasn’t certain how I’d make her, but I would.
I let her eat then I cuffed her wrists to her ankles with her lying on the kitchen floor before I went to set up the mattress in the living room. I took a last, leisurely look. Hogtied. Such a promising position. Her body bowed backward and the dark areola of her breasts showed through the white lycra. Without looking I knew her crotch would be bare apart from that thin line of cloth. Maybe wet too. I wondered if she was. Did bondage, being helpless, turn her on? It did me, seeing her like that, but I didn’t touch even when she glowered at me.
“Wait there.” I smiled and I left her.
When I returned a light cream cat was curled up next to her, purring.
I raised an eyebrow. “Yours?”
Jodie said nothing and only compressed her lips tighter together.
In this I saw defiance too. She knew I expected an answer.
“Cat got your tongue? If I ask a direct question, speak. Rule. You get punishment for not answering.”
“Not my cat, no.” Her voice was croaky, as if already she was getting rusty through lack of practice.
I crouched and gripped her jaw. The liquid shimmer of her eyes drew me. “Whose cat is this then?” I held her tighter, felt the movement of her muscles and bones as she prepared to speak. This too was power. Being able to touch her when I wanted to.
“It’s a stray. Turned up weeks ago and comes by for food some days.”
I let her go and slowly studied her breasts, the arch of her body. When she huffed indignantly, I smiled and moved on to look at the cat.
The creature was thin but not terribly so. Jodie had always been a sucker for animals. So was I. One of our points of intersection. We had many of those despite the ones where we disagreed. I hated those more, though. How had the cat gotten in? Ah. I spotted the cat flap at the bottom on the kitchen door. New. She didn’t do carpentry and a hole had to be cut to place that in the door. All for this stray?
