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His Kitten Again 01

By: shysubmissivegirl



Note- This story is my first attempt at writing something like this, so any constructive criticism is welcome! I also don't jump right into sex, so if you're just looking to get off, you've come to the wrong place. I hope you enjoy Chapter One of His Kitten Again!

~ShySubmissiveGirl~

Chapter One

I wandered outside, enjoying the feel of the sun warming my skin. Its gentle rays snaked down, kissing everything in its path. A light breeze slipped past me, eliciting a soft sigh from my lips. How did I get so lucky as to spend every morning like this?

I stood on the patio for a few more minutes, stretching and rumpling my sleep-styled hair, before I headed back in to get ready for the day. I dressed quickly, finger-combed my hair, and made my cup of coffee as usual. I'd just sat down to eat my breakfast and read the newspaper, when I felt a little prickled at the base of my scalp. 

I stood up, leaving my breakfast on the table, and headed out my front door. Right outside was an open plaza, which had often been a source of many celebrations and gatherings. There were several benches, and trees grew in luscious groves, providing shade to passerby's. 

The plaza was mostly empty because of the early morning, but there were a few people walking through. My neighbor was starting his morning run with his wife, a teenage girl was walking her dog, and a young lady was huddled on one of the benches.

Nothing seemed too out of place. A movement at the corner of the plaza caught my eye. A man came hustling out into the open, cussing loudly and gesturing wildly with his hands. He ran over to the woman on the bench, and slapped her right across the face.

I raised a shocked eyebrow, and stepped out of my doorway more, ready to help if he reached for her again. The woman was trembling, retreating into a ball where she sat. Everyone else fled from the plaza, unwilling to confront the man, who stood, screaming at the woman. 

I took another step out as he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head up to look at him. Tears streaked down her face, and sobs escaped her lips as she shrieked in pain and terror. The man shook her roughly, then shoved her roughly off the bench and onto the ground. "Good luck getting home, bitch!" He screamed as he stormed across the plaza. 

I wanted to go and smack the man, shove him against a wall and pound into him. But the woman needed my help, and she needed it now. Forcing my ego down my throat, I jogged over to her. She hadn't moved yet. "Miss?"

No response. I reached out my hand and checked for a pulse. She had one, a strong one, but that didn't mean that she was okay. She needed to rest, get some Tylenol, something. The hospital was several miles away, and I knew they wouldn't do much for her. Plus, if she'd been a recipient of domestic abuse, then she would need a calm presence to reassure her. Throwing her into a hospital wasn't the way to do that. 

Making up my mind, I knelt to the ground, and pulled the woman into my arms. Her face fell forward into my chest, and something inside of me stirred. Watch yourself, Alex. She's been traumatized. She doesn't need some man she doesn't know feeling her up, just because you haven't had a good lay in too long. 

I carried her into my house and up the stairs, to my bedroom. I laid her on my bed, took off her shoes and socks, and started tucking her in. Her face rolled towards me, and my breath caught. Underneath several bruises, there was someone I recognized.

Emma. 

~

Ow.

Ow. Ow.

Oh shit. OW!

I let out a soft whimper, rolling around, trying to get away. No! Please no! Jordan, you can't. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Why wasn't he listening? Jordan please! I'm begging you. Please! I was sobbing now, and I felt my hand flutter down to try and appease the pain flaring up in my stomach. Something was seriously wrong. Jordan! I felt a scream tear from my lips, and a mind-blowing pain seared through me. I screamed again, and everything went black. 

~

Ow. 

Ow. Ow. 

The pain was different this time. A sucking emptiness that destroyed everything in its path. The doctor patted my back and told me that it was okay to cry, but I couldn't. My tears were all used up. Everything felt hollow and unreal. 

They didn't know how I'd managed to drive myself all the way here without killing someone. I'd been bleeding heavily by the time I arrived, and the pain would have been indescribable. I'd done it though, because I knew something was wrong. 

Then, when I woke up on a cold and clinical table, they'd told me that one ugly word. That one word that changes everything and made the cold settle in. 

Miscarriage. 

I wanted to scream, but everything felt so empty. So cold. So fake. The tears, the screams, the ache, they didn't come. I felt nothing. 

The doctor squeezed my shoulder gently, trying to reassure me. "You couldn't stop yourself from falling. It wasn't your fault. There was nothing that you could have done. It was all just an accident. I'm sure you and your husband will get pregnant again soon. I can recommend a therapist for you and your spouse to go visit, to talk about your loss. I'm sure he'll be just as heartbroken as you. Make sure you tell him to let you rest and relax. Tell him to pamper you, it'll give him something to do, and you need it anyway. I can prescribe some..."

I tuned out at that point. They didn't understand, and they never would. My husband. HA! When it'd started out, Jordan was my Master. That changed into Master and boyfriend. Then I got pregnant. He told me he loved me, and I believed him. I knew we couldn't keep things up like we had, and I told him that. I told him the pain play had to stop, and I told him the constant bondage had to stop as well. Just until I had the baby.

He seemed fine with it at first, and he coddled me and loved me more than he ever had before. Then he grew impatient. I made mistakes, and he wanted nothing more than to take out his crop and punish me. I reminded him of our agreement, and he'd get aggressive with me. 

The first time he did, I only got a few bruises. I was upset, but there was nothing I could do. On the whole, it was harmless. He apologized fiercely, begged for my forgiveness, and went back to being the doting boyfriend that he'd been before. 

Then I messed up again. 

And it got worse.

He kept the bruises mostly hidden. If I dressed strategically, no one would know the difference. And he never once touched anywhere near my baby bump. He always told me afterwards that even when he was upset with me, he would never lay a hand on the baby. He would plant kisses all along my stomach, and talk to him, and he went shopping with me to get a crib and a car seat and everything else that a baby could ever need. 

But the beatings continued. Finally, I broke down. I told Jordan that he couldn't lay a hand on me until I had the baby. I was only a few months along, so he got very angry. He told me that I didn't have the right to dictate that. That even though I was pregnant, he was still my Master.

That was the night. 

The pain was so exquisite and sharp, and I'd never felt anything like it before. Even when I wasn't pregnant, Jordan had never been that hard on me. And he'd always stopped when I begged him. This time, he didn't. He didn't let up, and when the searing pain came, he stormed away, blaming me for everything. It took everything that I was to not believe him. 

I left the hospital as soon as they let me go. The doctor ordered me to rest, telling me that my body needed time to adjust. He told me that I would probably be emotionally unstable for the next while, but that if it went past a couple of weeks, that I needed to contact him and get some emotional support in order to make it through. 

I didn't pay much attention to anything he told me beyond that, but I smiled and nodded and told him that I was fine to drive myself home when he offered to call my "Husband" to come get me. He seemed a bit puzzled by that, but I was in a good enough condition to be able to do so, so he waved a goodbye and got on with the rest of his paperwork and patients. 

The least of his worries was a girl that seemed slightly emotionally unstable after a miscarriage. 

~

I got home to find my bags packed. At first I thought Jordan was kicking me out, but he appeared in the door of our bedroom carrying his own suitcase. He gripped my forearm tightly, making me wince. The multitude of bruises he'd given me were still very sore, and his touch only served to reignite the burn of pain he'd originally caused me. 

"I'm sorry Emma."

I wouldn't look him in the eyes, so he jerked my chin up to look him right in the eyes. 

"I said, I'm sorry Emma. Do you remember what you're supposed to say back."

I swallowed. There was no way that I was going to push his anger. "There's nothing to be sorry about Master. I'm yours, and you can hurt me any way that you like. I'm a slut, and I only deserve to be hurt. I should be grateful to you for hurting me, Master. Thank you for hurting me."

"Good girl. Now, go get dressed in something more... flattering. You look terrible. Get cleaned up, get on some decent clothes, and then get out in the car. Remember, I'm waiting, so unless you want to be punished more, you better hurry your ass up."

He slapped my ass hard, then waited for me to leave before he resumed packing things up. I numbly made my way up the stairs, and over to the bathroom. 

At first, I didn't recognize myself. Things were so cold and empty, and it took me several long moments to gather myself enough to realize that it was me that I was seeing. Jordan was right in one aspect—I looked terrible. My hair was mussed and knotted like it had never been before, and it looked dead as opposed to the shininess it normally carried. Under my eyes were dark, black circles. My cheeks were pale, and my eyes looked dead. Everywhere I looked, I could see a new bruise. I sighed. Even if I wore a turtleneck, I would need extra makeup to hide the small bruises that dotted my face.

Fleetingly, I wondered why the doctor hadn't questioned those. It's not like they weren't obvious. Shrugging, I slipped off my blouse and pants, my hand running absently over my stomach. The tears pricked again at my eyes, but I pushed them away. I didn't want to let anyone know that I had been crying, and Jordan had this way of knowing, even when it didn't show physically. 

I stepped into the shower, and turned the water on as hot as it went. I finally started warming up, some of the numbness fading away under the hot rivulets of water. Taking shampoo and conditioner, I steadily worked the knots out of my hair. I knew that Jordan was waiting, and I knew that he would be upset that I was taking so long, but I knew that his anger would be worse if I didn't look presentable. So I spent my time getting myself cleaned up—shaving the way he liked it, blow-drying my hair back to its normal shine once I got out of the shower, and putting on a thin layer of makeup to accentuate my face. Everything just how he liked it. I had to cake the foundation on a little bit thicker than normal in order to cover the bruises, but I knew that Jordan would be more upset if they were still apparent. 

I dressed in a light and airy dress that was laid on the bed for me. It was one of Jordan's favorites, so I had no doubt that he'd placed it there himself. I kept my hair down, how Jordan liked it, and slipped on the sandals that were left at the foot of the bed. Even though I felt better physically, the emptiness still remained. 

I walked down the stairs, into the garage, and slid into the passenger seat. Jordan sat gripping the steering wheel, his dark eyes staring forward. He was angry. "You're late. I told you I was waiting, and you dawdled upstairs and took your sweet time, while I sat down here and waited and waited. Do I mean that little to you?"

I cowered into my seat a little, afraid of what he was going to do to me. He let out a big sigh. "Turn your face, and don't you dare try and stop me."

I sat on my hands, terrified, but still feeling empty. Jordan reached over and smacked my face hard, several times, cussing at me the whole time. "Bitch, you think you can fucking keep your Master waiting. You little fucking cunt." 

It hurt, oh god it hurt. I couldn't stop the tears from leaking out of my eyes as he kept slapping me, again and again. I was ready to stop thinking, to go into my blackness, when he stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief, whimpering in my seat. Jordan smirked. "Got you all wet, did I know, whore?"

No. He didn't. These type of things used to, but it took a certain degree of trust for me to enjoy them. I felt no level of trust with him. He'd killed my child, and he'd killed me when he did so. But, to make him happy, I nodded. 

He laughed, and tweaked one of my nipples. I groaned, pretending that he'd gone and aroused me more. He hadn't. His touch did nothing for me now, and if anything, I felt even more turned off than before. Jordan took my hand in his, as if nothing had happened between us, and off we drove. We drove fast and far, making me wonder where we were going. We'd passed any of the restaurants that we normally ate at on special nights, and there was nothing else in this direction except... the airport. I sat up with a start.

"Where are we going?"

He jerked my wrist hard, making me cry out in pain. "Where are we going, Master?" I tried again. 

"A good slave would know better than to ask. When we get there, I'll punish you for it. For your information, I'm taking you on vacation with me. I have a business trip, and I don't trust you enough to be a good girl while I'm gone. So I'm taking you with me so I can keep an eye on you. Not that you deserve to go on a vacation. But I had no other choice. I'll be doing my best to make it as unpleasant for you as possible, understood slut?" 

I nodded softly, lowering my head. Thoughts were whirring through my mind. Maybe I'll be able to get away. It's a business trip, so he'll be distracted a lot of the time. I could use that to my advantage. Here, there's no way I'd make it more than a few blocks. He knows people all over town, and they'd get me if he didn't. But there... wherever there is... I have a chance. And that chance is the best one that I'm ever going to have. I'll never let him hurt me like that again. This is my one chance. 

The rest of the drive to the airport, I started making plans. I didn't know where we were going, but if this dress was any indication, it would be somewhere warm. Jordan liked warm places too, so he would have requested that over a frigid place. My mind raced, trying to think of warm places around the world, and what I would do to get out of each place. 

We finally got to the airport, and I stayed in my seat until Jordan pulled me out. He loaded me with baggage, leaving himself to carry the very lightest of the items he'd packed. "I packed everything, even though that should have been your job, and your my slave, so you need to pull your weight. You should know better than to even question it."

I hadn't questioned it. I'd merely let out a small sigh. But he'd pounced on that one small thing, and chosen to exploit it. That fact frustrated me, but I knew that I couldn't do anything. I knew that I needed to make him as happy as I possibly could right now, otherwise he would know that something was up, and he'd keep too close of an eye on me when we got there. 

I needed him to think I was going to be a perfect little slave for him, otherwise this would never work. So I gave him an apologetic smile, said, "Yes Master," and lugged the heavy suitcases behind me while he walked ahead of me, carrying only his laptop bag. 

By the time we got to the check-in line, my hands were aching from pulling the luggage. It was heavy, and one of the wheels was broken on the heaviest bag, so I had to quite literally pull it behind me. We waited in line, finally reaching the front. 

They took the heaviest of the bags to check onto the plane, and I whimpered in relief. Jordan gave me his laptop bag to carry, and I had one other bag, but that was it. I rolled my shoulders while he checked us in, listening closely to hear where we were going.

I couldn't figure it out, and Jordan insisted on carrying the tickets. "We need to hurry, we were late getting here because of you, and they're going to be boarding by the time we get there." He gripped my elbow tightly, dragging me behind him.

We got through security quickly, and Jordan continued to yank me through the airport. I could feel the eyes on us, the whispered words about the crazy man with the scared woman behind him. We got to our gate, and I was very out of breath. The workers ushered us onto the plane without a second glance, closing the doors behind us before I could even think. 

Jordan sat me in my seat, buckled my belt for me, then took the seat next to me. It wasn't until I was buckled in tightly, with no way of getting off, that I heard where we were going. 

It brought an enormous flood of memories wafting into my mind. 

Him.

~

When I first turned eighteen, I began to explore my sexuality. I looked on erotica sights, watched porn, bought my first toys, all in a desperate search to find out who I was, what I liked, everything. I was on a chat sight one night when I finally figured things out. 

I met a guy. 

Alex. 

He was my first everything, as far as I was concerned. We lived too far apart to ever meet, so I never gave him my virginity in that sense. But in a figurative sense, I did. He taught me everything, gently teaching me what I needed to do to please him. He introduced me into a lifestyle that brought me every bit of pleasure I could possibly imagine. I loved him. 

When it ended, I was devastated. I was upset that he was limiting himself to someone he would never actually be able to be with. At least not for a long time. I told him that he needed to move on, and find someone he could have a real relationship with. The argument escalated, and I yelled at him, and we've never spoken since. 

My heart ached when I heard the name of where we were going. I had the name imprinted into my mind, and I always had, from the first time I ever talked to him. I tried to convince myself that he'd probably moved by now, and that either way, he'd forgotten me by now. But there was a part of me, deep inside, that begged for him to be there. For him to remember the times that we'd spent together, and for him to remember the bond that we had. 

The memory overwhelmed me before I could stop it. The very first time that I ever cammed for him. He told me that I needed to do it, to prove to him that I was real. I was a virgin, I'd never even kissed a boy, and I could only dream of the things that he would demand of me. I wasn't ready to do everything for him yet, but his gentle smile reassured me. He promised that he would be a gentleman this first time, and every time until I was ready. We talked, and he made me laugh and smile more than I ever had, before he noticed the time, and told me that he needed to go to sleep. 

I was shy, and couldn't even say the words aloud, so I had to type them. He raised his eyebrows and grinned, then told me in that deep, firm voice of his to take off my shirt. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I raced with fumbling fingers to obey him. I'd always been proud of my breasts, and I wanted to show him them, in hopes that he would like them. I cupped my breasts through my bra for him for a few minutes before we turned off the cam. I was so turned on, every bit of me alive with desire. I reached a finger down to touch myself, just as I got a message from him telling me that I better not. I remember spending the night, dreaming of things he could do to me. I never came again without his permission. We spent six blissful months together, him teaching me how I could please him, what things I needed to go, and finally fucking myself on cam with a toy for him, before the fateful night when we fought and everything ended. 


His Kitten Again 01



Every day I woke up thinking of him. Every night I fell asleep dreaming of him. My Master. Only he wasn't anymore. 

When I met Jordan, and found out that he was a Master, I jumped on the opportunity. I forgot every warning Alex had ever given me, about how not every Master would take the time to teach me, or care for my needs, or give me a safe word. He always told me that if anything ever happened, and we separated, that I needed to be careful, and only find the kind of Master that would treat me right. A Master that would inflict pain, but would match it equally with pleasure. Jordan was not that kind of Master, and he never would be.

At first, it turned me on how aggressive he was. It made me feel desired and wanted, and every night was a thrilling experience. I left feeling hurting, but satiated. Then it progressed. Every night left me feeling worse and worse, and my sex drive decreased drastically. I dreaded nights, because I knew what was coming. 

I started working night shifts to avoid it, but it wasn't enough. Jordan just started using me during the day. My coworkers started noticing the bruises, the pain I was always in, and instead of confessing anything to them, I started distancing myself as much as I could. It got to the point where I had no friends, so Jordan was able to literally control every aspect of my life. I got fired from my job, for the first time ever, and only just managed to get hired on at a rundown restaurant when I found out that I was pregnant. 

And now I was here. On an airplane, flying towards the place where my ex-Master lived, and dying to escape from the grasps of my current Master. 

It was a long flight, and I fell asleep for a good portion of it. The sleep was restless, and I had trouble staying asleep for long periods of time. I couldn't stop the dreams from coming, and it was so hard to not call out when I woke. But I knew that doing so would alert Jordan to an issue.

We finally touched down after several hours of flying, and I was exhausted. I'd gone back to looking terrible, and I knew it from the look on Jordan's face. The second we got off the plane, I rushed to find a restroom to take care of my looks. 

Once I felt presentable, I calmly exited the restroom to find Jordan waiting. He raised an eyebrow, so I knew that I looked presentable enough to please him. I let out a long breath as he took my elbow, more gently than he had in the other airport, and guided me out to find a taxi. Things felt much calmer here, and Jordan seemed more relaxed than he had before. I was glad for that, because I didn't think I could face his anger any more than I already had today. 

"How long will we be here?" I asked him, instantly realizing that I hadn't attached Master to it. We were in public, so I knew that Jordan would think I'd done it because of that, and let it slide. 

"A week."

I had a week to plan my escape, and I knew I needed to be careful about it. If Jordan found out, he'd beat me. I don't think my body was physically capable of surviving another attack if he chose to do so, and even though I'd lost my baby, I still had a desire to live. I wasn't going to let Jordan kill me. I was going to escape and do my best to live a normal life. 

We got into a taxi, and Jordan gave the driver the address to our hotel. "Ah, right near the plaza. It's a lovely place to walk to in the mornings. Very few people there, and the area is just beautiful. I think you two would like it!" He was more enthusiastic than I would have thought, and it made me smile. 

When we pulled up to the hotel, he pointed in the direction of the plaza, and I thanked him for being so helpful. Jordan paid him, and we strode into the building, our luggage trailing behind us.

~

We'd been there for six days already, and I knew I needed to get out. Something the cab driver had said to me was pressing constantly into my mind, and so I told Jordan I was dying to check out the plaza just around the corner. 

"No."

"What? Why?" I protested, then covered my mouth when I realized my mistake. "Sorry, Master. I didn't mean to..."

He gave me hard several slaps across the face, frowning. "You know you shouldn't question me. And I told you I wasn't going to make this vacation fun for you. You're supposed to stay in the hotel room all day, and you're not allowed to leave unless you're accompanying me. Understood?"

"Yes Master..." I bowed my head, trying to appease him. 

He frowned at me, and undressed, then got into the bed. "You are not to touch me tonight, bitch. Only good sluts get to please their Masters, and you've not been a good slut today. We'll see how things look in the morning."

He rolled over, and was asleep in an instant. After I undressed, I slid into the bed next to him. I was careful not to touch him, just as he'd instructed, not that I wanted to anyway. I fell into a fitful sleep full of dark dreams and pain. 

I woke alone. The room was dark, but I knew that Jordan wasn't there. This was the moment I'd been waiting for! I slipped out of the bed and dressed in a heartbeat. I grabbed one of the smaller bags we'd packed, and dumped it out, piling it full of my clothes. 

Once it was as full as I could get it, I wrote a note on a sticky pad by the bed, "Master, I went out for a bit. I was going crazy here. I'll be back later tonight. Emma"

I knew he would be furious, and I knew that he would come after me. Going to the plaza wasn't the best place, but it was the only place that I knew around here. I could only hope and pray that he didn't think to come here. 

He found me within ten minutes. He must have forgotten something, or he somehow knew that I'd left. He charged into the plaza and raced across it as I huddled into the bench, awaiting his punishment. I could feel the rage boiling under him, and it terrified me. I instantly retreated into myself, allowing the blackness to cover me before the pain became too much to stand. 

I was passed out before the pain even registered. 

~

I woke in a small, plain room. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on it. A man sat at the foot of the bed, his head turned away from me. 

"Are you okay?"

I nodded, trying to sit up, but a sharp pain sent me sprawling back to the bed with a yelp. He flinched. "You should probably just lay there for a bit. I'll take care of you."

His voice sounded familiar too, but I knew that couldn't be. I didn't know anyone here except... 

His head turned towards me, and the second I saw his face, I knew. 

Alex.



His Kitten Again 02



His smile was tight-lipped, but I could see by the look is his eyes that he wasn't entirely negative about me being there, lying on his bed. "Emma."

"S-Alex..." I never called him Alex, except in my head after we broke things off. It was always sir. Calling him Alex felt wrong somehow, but I knew that calling him sir wasn't appropriate. He wasn't my Master right now. Implying that he was would be wrong. 

"Are you alright?" He reached out a hand, gently touching one of the many fading bruises on my cheek. His tough ignited a feeling inside of me, one that I hadn't felt in a very long time. I wanted to reach out a hand, press his palm to me and hold it there forever. Instead, I let out a small breath and nodded. His brow furrowed, and I could tell he wasn't convinced. 

"Emma..." Oh god, his voice. Whenever I made a mistake when he was training me, he used this voice of his. His stern voice. And he would always say my name, warning me, and it would always send shivers down my spine. That part of me hadn't left, apparently, as the shiver still traced its way through my body, making me look up at him shyly. 

He sighed, and ran a hand roughly through his hair. He wouldn't look at me anymore, and his frustration was becoming more and more apparent. I sadly lowered my eyes, studying my hands that were clutched together in my lap, knotting themselves together tightly. 

He stood up from his spot at the end of the bed and came closer to me, and knelt down by the bed when he reached my head. "Emma, please. You need to tell me what to do to take care of you. I can't bear for you to be suffering if there's something I could do to help."

I gulped, and my hand instinctively settled over my abdomen, clutching it to me. Alex's eyes followed the motion, widening as they did so. "Are you..?" His voice trailed off. My throat tightened, and I didn't answer him. I don't think I could have gotten the words out, even if I'd wanted to. 

"With... him?" The venom in his voice scared me, and I instinctively curled into myself. Whenever Jordan had used that voice, a beating was imminent. 

"Emma..." he whispered, his voice sounding strained and caught. He took my hand in his, squeezing it gently. "What happened?"

I shook my head. I knew that if I told him, he would be so disappointed in me, and I don't think that I could handle that. I started to tear up, and a single tear rolled down my cheek. If I pulled away my hand to wipe it, he'd figure out that something was seriously wrong. I didn't want him to know. 

I closed my eyes, trying to contain my tears. Damnit. The doctor said I'd be more emotional, but I didn't think it would be like this. I hate crying! I felt a thumb on my cheek, and opened my eyes quickly. Alex had reached up, and was gently wiping the tear away. 

His thumb made its way down my cheeks, lingering on my lips. I whimpered softly, reveling in the feel of it, then jerked back into reality. 

Rapidly, I scooted back away from him, curling myself into a ball as far away as I could. "Emma..?" Alex sounded panicked, but I tried to shut it out. "Emma!" I could hear the panic rising in his voice, and I let out a small shout of frustration. Why wouldn't he just go away?! 

"Emma, look at me right now." Oh shit. It was his stern voice again. That was one thing that, no matter how far gone I was into my own world, I couldn't resist. I looked up, tears pooling in my eyes. With my vision blurred, I could barely see him. 

"Damnit, Emma, I used to hate when you did that to me. Scared the shit out of me. You need to stop doing that, understood?" He raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to say no. I lowered my eyes and nodded slowly.

"Good girl." 

I shivered again, cuddling into the comforter. Why was he doing this to me? I wasn't his submissive anymore. Why was he treating me like this, making me feel this way? Better yet, why was I reacting like this? His words should have no sway over me. And yet, they did. 

He let out a long breath, and looked away from me again. "I'm sorry Emma. It's hard to remember the rules now that you're not mine. I'll try and behave myself while you're here, okay?" He looked back, this time a small half-smile adorning his face. 

I nodded, giving him the same half-smile back. 

I don't know how we did it, but somehow we did. I think part of it was that Alex hadn't been just my Master. He was my lover, my confidant, and my friend. Even now that he wasn't my Master, confidant, or lover, he was still my friend. Even after all that time, the bond still remained. 

I think it always would. It just took us meeting up again to rediscover it. 

Alex got up from his position on the ground by the bed and jerked his head towards the door. "Do you want to go take a shower or something? You know, get cleaned up?" 

I blushed. He'd confided with me during my time as his slave that he had an intense fantasy about taking me while I showered, and I couldn't keep the thought from my mind. The color and heat filled my face as I remembered the slow, seductive way he'd told me. The chills that coursed through my body, how wet I'd gotten, and how he made me fuck myself with a toy afterwards. 

It took several long moments to shake myself back to reality, and to remember that I wasn't his. He wouldn't use me that way, especially not when I was laying on his bed after I'd received a beating from my Master... 

Wait, what had happened to Jordan?

"Alex?"

He looked up at me. "Yes?"

"What happened to... the guy who... did this to me?"

Alex studied me for several long moments, letting things drag out for a good long while, before he spoke. "Who was he, Emma?"

Frustration boiled up in me. I wanted to scream and shake him. Just tell me what happened to him! Instead, I remained calm, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "He was my Master."

Alex's face hardened, and I knew he was upset. "I'm sorry," I instantly said, used to apologizing to him whenever I saw that face. Old habits die hard, I suppose. Even though it had been a while, I was still used to being a submissive for him. 

"Emma, don't you remember what I told you? That if we separated for some reason that you needed to be careful when you looked for a new Master. Some days I swear you just don't listen, kitten."

I froze. Did he just..? Alex froze too, looking at me carefully. "I'm sorry Emma, it just slipped out. I know that you're not mine anymore." He ran a hand through his hair, and I wondered for a moment if that was a tick he'd developed over the time we'd spent apart. He seemed to do it quite often. 

"God this is hard."

He said it so softly, I wondered if I'd even heard it. 

"I'm so sorry, Alex. I'm sorry." He looked at me. His eyes seemed so tired, and so worn out. Something inside of me clicked, and I knew what I needed to do. "Why don't you lay down while I go shower?" I suggested, seeing the little spark light in his eyes. Yes, he wanted to sleep. 

I hopped out of bed before he could say anything, and winced as the bruises and aches from previous days settled in. I was still wearing the shirt and shorts that I'd put on the day I'd left for the plaza, but I thankfully saw the bag I'd packed nestled in the corner of the room. Alex must have gotten it for me. 

"Bathroom's just right down the hall and to the right. There should be some towels in there, if not, just give me a shout. I'm here if you need me."

"Thank you." I reached out and laid my hand on his arm gently, trying to convey my appreciation to him. I smiled shyly, and he reached over and squeezed my shoulder. 

"Of course."

I started to walk out the room, but stopped when I heard his voice. 

"Emma?" 

"Yes?"

"Even though you're not my slave anymore, I hope that we can still be friends." 

I smiled to myself, and continued down the hall without saying anything. His mind was just where mine was. It seemed like that happened between the two of us a lot, but that could just be me. 

I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. The tile was cool under my toes, and I flexed them involuntarily. I hadn't realized that Alex had taken off my socks and shoes until now. I wondered what else he'd done that I hadn't noticed but, after a precursory glance, nothing else seemed out of place. 

I quickly slipped off my clothes, then stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I was a mess. My face was bruised, and they were yellowing and obvious. My arms were sore and aching, and the marks of Jordan's hands on them were blatant. My breasts looked tortured. My nipples were bright purple and angry-looking, and when I ran a finger over them, my knees almost buckled because of how badly it hurt. A moan escaped my lips, but I clamped them shut quickly. I didn't need Alex coming in here and seeing this. 

After I examined my body, I stepped into the shower, slightly discouraged. Alex didn't have the best variety of shampoo and conditioner, but I gladly helped myself to what he had. It would work well enough, and I wasn't really in a place to complain. 

I soaped myself up, letting the hot water work its way into the aches and bruises. Hopefully, this would be the last time I ever had to shower them away. Next time, I would choose a Master that would only mark me when I deserved it or desired it, and he would be someone that I trusted implicitly. 

I finished showering and shut the water off, letting the water finish rolling down my skin before I stepped out. The towels were piled in fluffy stacks in the corner, and I pulled the one off the top. I wrapped myself firmly in it, making sure it latched in place, then padded down the hallway back towards Alex's bedroom. 

Alex was snoring heavily, sprawled out across the bed. I giggled quietly, bending over to gather my clothes from the bag. Casting a second glance over my shoulder, I affirmed that he was sleeping, and dropped the towel to the ground. I quickly slipped on my panties and bra, wincing at the tight grip of them on my skin, then yanked on my shirt and pulled on some jeans. They fit a bit snug, but I didn't pay that much mind. I straightened and stretched a little bit.

Something was different. 

Alex wasn't snoring anymore. 

I looked over at him to find him looking at me, his eyes seeming to trace up and down my body. But he didn't look aroused or even interested. No. He looked angry. 

"I'm sorry Alex, I thought you were sleeping. I wouldn't have changed in here unless I did. I'm sorry. I should've left." 

"Stop." His voice was firm, and I could hear the angry undertones to the word, and I instantly shut my mouth, my head lowering into a familiar submissive pose. 

"Emma, why did you let him to do that to you?" Alex whispered, getting off the bed and coming over to me. That sent a shock through me, and I bit my tongue to keep myself from saying something I would regret later. He stood in front of me, and lifted my chin gently to look at him. 

"He did this to you... while you were pregnant?" Alex seemed to have a hard time forming the word, and swallowed hard after saying it, as though it left an unpleasant taste in his mouth when he did. 

I couldn't stand to hear the word. It had taken this long for it to settle in that I'd had a miscarriage. For a week now, I'd pretended that everything was okay. Jordan had never brought it up, and so I never felt the need to address it. 

I turned away from him, tears springing up in my eyes. "I miscarried, in case you were wondering."

I heard his sharp intake of breath, felt his hands come around me, turn me, and pull me into a tight hug. It felt so indescribably comforting to rest my head on his strong chest, and hear his heart beating under my ear. 

"Emma. Emma I'm so sorry." 

That was my breaking point. I sobbed into his chest, tears streaking down my face and soaking his shirt through. The whole time, he held me, rocking me back and forth, whispering soothing words into my ear and gently stroking my back and hair. 

He carefully lead me over to the bed once my sobs lessened slightly, sitting with me cradled in his lap on the bed. I snuggled into his warm and comforting arms, not even caring that I wasn't supposed to be his, that we'd never even met in person before.  

His voice was one of the most soothing noises I'd ever head, and it quickly succeeded in calming me to a reasonable point. "Are you okay?"

I nodded against his chest, refusing to let go, and he didn't make me. He just held me while he talked. "When you left me, I was devastated. I didn't know what to do. I was so upset and frustrated that you didn't realize that what we had together was so much more important than being able to find a 'real girl' to please me. You made me so happy. You were my beautiful kitten." 

I nuzzled closer to him, and he tightened his grip, laughing. "I knew you'd act like this, all cuddly and cute. That's why I called you kitten, you know. Because you were like one. I'm not the kind of Master that would make you crawl on the ground, although I definitely wouldn't have minded collaring my sweet kitten."

He paused for a moment, stroking my hair gently, and for that moment, everything inside of me felt so right. "I never should have left you sir."

"Damn right you shouldn't have. But I think it's a little early to be calling me sir, don't you think?"

I looked up at him, a little scared. "I'm sorry. It just feels so right to call you that. I honestly hate calling you Alex..." I muttered, and he laughed. 

"I hate hearing it. But, for now, it's what you need to call me. I'm not your Master, Emma. You're not ready for a Master yet. But you do need a friend and a comforter, and right now, I can be that, if you'll have me."

"Of course I will. Do you think we'll ever be more again?" My voice was hopeful.

He laughed again and pulled me tighter to him. "So you want to be my beautiful kitten again?"

I whimpered, curling close to him, nodding quickly. 

He tugged gently at my hair, holding my head away from me. "I think you're just horny."

Truth be told, my sex drive wasn't back yet. It had been gone for a long time, but around Alex, I thought that it just might return. "I... I'm not, actually." 

He raised an eyebrow. "You've lost some of your slutiness then," he teased, smirking at me. I smiled back, loving how willing he was to tease. He wasn't treating me like a fragile little doll, and was instead helping me get through this. 

"Maybe I have..." 

"Shame. I was going to help you orgasm tonight before bed. But if you're not horny then I guess I won't have to." He looked at me to gauge my reaction. 

"I guess not," I say, completely honest. His brow furrows, and he pulls me close to him again. 

"That dick really did do a number on you, didn't he?"

I didn't answer, just cuddled close into him. We sat like that for a very long time, before Alex gently scooted me off of his lap and onto the bed.

"Stay," he warned me before exiting the room. 

I laid back on the bed, thinking everything through. It was hard to figure out how everything had worked out, but somehow it had. I was escaped from Jordan's grasp, and now I was laying in the bed of my ex-Master, who had left me here to go and do something. 

My mind wandered a little bit, back to times I'd spent with Alex. We never met in person throughout the duration of our relationship, but it was more real than anything I could have ever imagined. I fell hard, and I fell fast. He was my first love. The time we spent together gave me memories that I often looked back on and enjoyed remembering. Before I met Jordan, I often masturbated to thoughts of being with him like I was now. 

It looked as though things weren't going to go just like an erotic short story, where the young lady arrives and the second she does, the man fucks her and takes her breath away, giving her orgasm after orgasm, and leaving them both is sweaty, contented bliss. 

No. This time, the girl is broken and scared, and not really sure what she wants from the man, and the man has been hurt in the past, and isn't quite sure what he wants either. The fucking would wait as friendship started to build instead. 

That sounded good to me. 

I just hoped Alex wanted it as well. 

I lay on the bed, snuggling into a few of the pillows. They smelled like Alex, and that fact was entirely comforting to me. The longer Alex was gone, the more I cuddled into the pillows and the drowsier I got. My body was still feeling the after-effects of being with Jordan, and the things that he'd done to me were taking their toll. 

At some point, I drifted off to sleep, my face buried into the smell of the man I could now call my friend. 

~

My mind was whirring as I trotted down the steps, trying to get her out of my head. She was my beautiful kitten, she'd sat in my lap for the first time, and I didn't know what to think. I knew she'd been hurt badly. The fact that she'd turn down an orgasm proved that the damage went deep. I couldn't press her too hard, otherwise I'd scare her away, and I could never do that. 

The whole speech about being friends was my attempt to keep her here. I wasn't sure whether or not she would stay, but I wanted her to. It was shocking to see her here, to feel her, to hold her. It did things to me that she didn't need to know about yet.  

My first stop was the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to shock myself out of it. There was a reason why things didn't work out last time, and that's because she didn't think she was good enough for me. The first thing I needed to do was build up her confidence to get her to realize that she was good enough for me, and that I loved her. 

I loved her. 

Damn.

After all of this time, I still did. 

God she was beautiful. 

Her smile, her face, her breasts, her legs, her pussy, her everything. I could stare at her for hours on end, soaking every aspect of her in. My cock started to stir, and I groaned. 

I needed to stop thinking these thoughts. We were going to be friends for now, and friends didn't think about friends like this. God, and those lips... I pictured them wrapping themselves around my cock, and couldn't stop myself from reaching down into my shorts and giving it a gentle tug. 

Before long, my shorts and boxers were on the ground around my ankles, and I was groaning and moaning as I jerked my cock, feeling everything build until I came, whispering her name. Once I was finished, the guilt began to build. 

She didn't need this. I had to go slow with her, and be her friend. That's what she needed right now, and that's what I could give to her. I sighed, pulled my shorts up, and wandered down to the kitchen. 

It only just occurred to me how hungry she must be. It had to have been a while since she'd eaten. She'd been here since yesterday morning, and god knows when her last meal was before that. 

I pulled out a pan and popped some chicken nuggets on it. It was the best I could do on short notice. I hadn't gone shopping for a while, and my stock was running low. I was pretty sure she'd settle for eating just about anything at this point, so that didn't really matter much. 

I placed the tray in the oven, setting it to the right temperature, and sat down to wait for them to cook. I was feeling entirely impatient, knowing that she was waiting upstairs for me. I urged the food to cook faster, bouncing my leg up and down, then standing and pacing across the room.

Finally, the oven buzzed, announcing that the nuggets were finished. I pulled them out, and quickly shifted them onto a smaller plate. Taking this, I carried it up to my room quickly.

I got up there, and the sight I saw almost stopped my heart. 

Emma was curled up on my side of the bed, her shirt pulling up slightly to show her slightly bruised stomach. She had her face buried in my pillows, and her arms were wrapped around one, pulling it closer to her while she slept. 




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I walked over to her, and gently stroked her hair back from her face. "Emma?" No response. She was out. This made me laugh a little bit, and I ran my hand across her cheek, then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her head. 

She stirred a little bit, moving around to get comfortable again, and was asleep again before I even knew it. I set the chicken nuggets on the nightstand, and hesitated. I wasn't sure whether I should leave, or stay. Emma was out like a light, and I doubted she would notice if I slipped into bed beside her. 

No. It wasn't fair for me to tell her that we needed to just be friends, then try and sleep with her. I needed to remain committed to what was best for her. 

That meant sleeping on the couch downstairs. 

With a sigh, I picked one pillow off the bed, grabbed a small blanket from the closet, and headed downstairs. 

"Goodnight Emma."



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Wow, what can I even say? Thank you so so so very much for your wonderful feedback! I was so excited to see everyone's response to Ch 01, and it encouraged me to keep writing this series. This chapter is what came out of that :) I appreciated every bit of feedback, positive and constructive, and I hope that you'll continue to comment with your thoughts and helpful tips as the series progresses. I read each comment, and considered what you all had to say as I went into this chapter. Something that was mentioned was that the double first person was a bit confusing. I've decided that I'm going to keep the double first person, but in order to differentiate between Alex and Emma, I'll put a small header with their name before their section starts. I hope that helps keep down the confusion! Now, enough of that. Enjoy Ch 03 of His Kitten Again!

~shysubmissivegirl~

Chapter Three

~Emma~

Sunlight filtering through a window roused me from my deep sleep. I groaned softly, turning and burying my face into the pillows encasing me again. They smelled lovely, and I would have been perfectly content to lay there for hours, basking in the completely masculine scent. But, as the sun continued to creep forward, my uncovered legs started to bake, and finally, I rolled over. 

And off the bed. 

I landed with an unpleasant thud, every part of my body now alive and aching. The soreness from Jordan's beating radiated through every part of my body, and I whimpered. 

Damn you Jordan. 

Damn you to hell.

I sat on the ground for several long moments, rolling my aching shoulders. A yawn escaped my lips, and I blinked sleepily, looking around the room.

It took me a few minutes to remember everything, but when I did, it all came crashing down in a harsh reality.

Jordan. The baby. Alex. Everything.

I let out a long, loud sigh. Jordan was gone. I didn't know where he'd gone, but he definitely wasn't here. And now, I was in Alex's house, sitting on the floor of his bedroom after waking up in his bed.

Oh dear god. What have I done?

I groaned, leaning back against his bed, and covered my face with my hands. Please don't let this be real, I chanted, please! I closed my eyes tightly, holding them shut for several long moments, pressing my hands harder and harder over my eyes.

I blinked them open.

Nope, I was still here.

It took me a long time to figure out what I should do. The sunlight had reached past the bed and was warming my hair and skin when I finally stood.

I was a little bit shaky on my feet. That was probably in part because I hadn't eaten in god knows how long. I started to stretch a bit, then winced as my sore spots were pulled and jostled. Bad idea.

I wondered fleetingly if Alex would mind if I borrowed his bathroom for a bit. I felt absolutely disgusting, and I needed to shower. 

Thinking about the shower brought a faint blush to my cheeks as I thought about the shower I'd taken last night. It had been so incredible soothing, and the feel of the water cascading across my body, caressing away the aches and pains, was sheer bliss.

It's what happened after the shower that was causing me to blush. The way his eyes had traced up and down my body, just like they used to. But it was all so different, and I felt so confused. 

Everything that happened last night was so unnerving to me. It was as though we'd both automatically slipped back into our previous roles, and then had to adjust when we figured out that those roles didn't suit our relationship anymore. 

It was going to be a struggle to get everything sorted out, and I was scared as to how I was going to handle it. A part of me still loved him. That part of me might be buried deep inside me, locked in a padded cage, and laced up with a straight-jacket, but it was still there. Try as I might, I had never really been able to get my mind off of Alex. Jordan had been a temporary distraction to get me through the heartbreak of losing my Master. 

No, he wasn't my Master anymore. I shook myself, and turned my thoughts firmly back to what I was thinking about before. Allowing myself to dwell on Alex wasn't the best idea at this point. We were just friends, I told myself harshly. Nothing more than close friends. 

As I stood there, forcing myself to wonder whether or not it would be appropriate to just go and shower without asking him, I noticed a rather large plate of chicken nuggets on the night stand by the bed. My heart fluttered at the thought of Alex placing them there while I slept.

I stressed for a few moments, wondering if I'd looked like an idiot when he came in. I'm not a very pretty sleeper, and I'm known for sprawling out across entire beds with drool trickling down my cheek. I blushed, imagining him seeing me like that. He would tease me endlessly, no doubt.

After a couple of moments, I decided to go down to where I knew Alex was sleeping. He'd always told me that he snored quite a bit, and listening now, I knew that he hadn't been lying. I could hear his snores from a floor away, and they made me snicker just a little bit. 

I picked up the plate of uneaten chicken nuggets, carrying them down the stairs with me. They wouldn't be good to eat now, having been out all night, so I quickly disposed of them, feeling guilty for some reason. I hoped that Alex wouldn't want to save them...

I placed the plate in the sink along with a few other dishes, and turned around. Having completed my first task, I urged myself to get on with my second one. Alex was curled on the sofa, a pillow nestled under his head, and a small blanket gathered around his feet, where he'd no doubt kicked it during the night.

I couldn't hold back a smile. Alex was unbelievably attractive, although most people wouldn't notice it right away. I'd spent hours studying his picture when I was his slave, and it was the subtle things that really endeared me to him.

There was the tiniest chip in his front tooth that added a sense of childishness to his grin. His bright blue eyes stood out brilliantly compared to his dark brown hair, but he'd always assured me that both were natural. He tanned impossibly well, so his skin was a soft, sun-kissed caramel color. He only had one dimple, and it only showed when he smiled his biggest smile, but it was one of the things that I loved most about how he looked.

He hadn't changed much at all in the time we'd spent apart. He was still the same, broad-shouldered and tall man that he'd always been. When he first told me how tall he was, it took my breath away. He was more than a foot taller than me, and I'd always loved the idea of him being so much stronger and bigger than I was. His dark brown hair still hung down into his eyes a little bit, and it was adorable. His eyes were closed as he slept, accentuating his long, dark eyelashes. They fluttered a little, and he let out a soft sigh, snuggling his head into the pillow a bit deeper.

Breath, Emma. Get ahold of yourself. You've been around attractive men before, and this should be no different. You need to get your priorities sorted out before you end up hurt again. You and Alex are just friends, nothing more. 

I sighed. A nice cold shower would certainly get me out of this funk. At the very least it would clear my thoughts, and god knows I needed that. 

I gave Alex one last glance, my eyes tracing over his lovely face, before forcing myself to turn and start up the stairs. Lingering longer wouldn't make anything easier, and I knew that if I didn't go now, I'd have a harder time leaving after a few more minutes of indulgence. 

I whisked my way up the stairs and straight into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me. The mirror was still not my friend, but things were at least better than they were before. The bruises were still ugly yellow colors, but I knew that meant that they were healing. The ones on my face were the most healed, and I knew that with just a bit of makeup, they wouldn't be visible at all. 

When I slid off my shirt, I could still see bruises marring my stomach. The shades looked worse here, and I knew that they weren't nearly as healed as the marks on my face. Jordan had been overly rough the time he'd hit me here, knowing that the bruises would be easy to hide. He did that sometimes. He pushed me beyond what he knew I could handle simply because there was nothing I could do about it, and no one else would ever see. 

I sighed, unhooking my bra and letting it slither to the ground. My breasts were probably the most healed of everything, and when I let my hands roam over them, the pain was manageable. Things ached a bit more now though, and I decided that I would probably have to forgo the bra today in order to minimize the pain. 

I quickly slipped off my pants and panties, letting them pool on the ground. I didn't bother to look at my legs or ass. I knew that they would be marked up to high heaven, and I didn't want to bother myself with looking at them. My ass ached fiercely, as did the tops of my legs, and briefly I remembered packing away a long skirt into my bag. I would have to put that on later. 

I hesitated there for a few seconds, lost in my thoughts. My whole body ached, and I hated that Jordan had made it so I would never forget him. I wanted nothing more than to shed the memories of my time spent with Jordan, but my own body betrayed me in that aspect. 

After allowing myself a couple of seconds in the bathroom, thinking, I stepped into the shower. The warm water surrounded me in its embrace, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt content. 

As I gently lathered my skin with soap suds, I started to sing, letting the peaceful and calm feeling take me over. 

~Alex~

I woke to one of the most beautiful sounds I'd ever heard. Maybe it was an angel serenading me, and for a couple of minutes, I wondered if I'd died and gone to heaven. If so, I wouldn't mind staying. The melodic voice was so relaxing and lovely. I wanted to stay here forever, basking in the warm glow it created. 

Finally, I cracked an eye open. I was still at my house, which obviously meant that I unfortunately hadn't made my way to heaven quite yet. The noise was still there, and I finally realized what it was. Someone was singing...

It took a couple of seconds for me to piece things together enough to realize who it was. Emma. That's right, she was a singer. She even acted in a few musicals, going so far as to be cast as a lead in one, while she was my submissive. I always wanted her to sing for me, but whenever I brought it up, she begged out of it. It was a shame that I'd let her, because I'd been missing out on it this whole time. 

I stretched carefully, feeling my back pop a few times. Sleeping on the couch hadn't been the best idea that I'd ever had. Yes, it had been necessary, but now I was paying the price. I would be sore for the rest of the day, but at least I hadn't imposed myself on Emma. 

Oh Emma. Her voice was stunning. I was a bit surprised to hear her singing, all things considered. Her time spent with Jordan would have had to be traumatizing, and to hear her voice belting out a happy, melodic tune brought a smile to my face. I didn't want her to stop, but I knew that once she got out of the shower, she would. The thought saddened me a bit, and I sat pensive, listening to her slightly muted song. 

About five minutes passed before the singing cut off, and the water soon after that. I let out a sigh, already missing its warm presence. I wanted to have her come down here and sing for me again, but I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. She'd been so reluctant to sing for me before, and I didn't want to scare her. She was already fragile, and the smallest thing could quite possibly break her. 

I settled into the couch, hearing the ceiling above me creak as Emma moved back to my room to get dressed. A small frown crossed over my face as I thought about last night. Seeing her get dressed brought a barrage of pleasant memories, but now I allowed myself to dwell more on the bruises. 

It killed me inside, seeing them. I wanted to go after that dick that called himself her Master, and cause him some intense pain. I wanted to strap him down and do so many terrible things that would ultimately lead to his death. 

I took a deep breath, clearing my mind. Yes, I hated this fool of a person. It's men like him that teach girls that they should be abused and degraded. Being a dominant is not, and never has been, about causing the highest amount of pain that you can. It's about being in control, and having a specific role. It's about causing pain, yes, but equaling it with the pleasure you dish out to a willing and happy girl. 

It's people like that idiot that I hate. Yes, I wanted to do many, many terrible things to him. I hated him with every fiber of my being. But I knew that expressing such hatred would only hurt Emma. I didn't want to do that to her. She didn't deserve that, and I knew that if I showed her how angry I was, it would only confuse her. 

Oh Emma. 

She's a lovely young lady. One of the kindest I've ever met. The first time we talked, I was certain that it was going to be a one-time fling. I messaged her on a chat sight, eager to get off. The conversation that we had completely floored me. 

She was quite possibly everything I never knew that I wanted. A shy virgin that blushed quite becomingly at even the slightest mention of sex, but that was almost desperate to please that she would become my little sex kitten when I wanted her to. 

Not only that, but she was rather vocal. It shocked me the first time we played, and at first I almost thought that she was in pain she was moaning and whimpering so loudly. I had her stop, just to make sure. She had always been the type to loathe a safeword, and I worried that she wouldn't use it if she was in pain. When she begged me to let her play again, I couldn't help but laugh. Not only was she not in pain, she was flying with ecstasy. It was beautiful to watch her throw her head back in sheer bliss, and from that moment, I was addicted to watching her in the throes of passion. 

She'd been a very devoted slave girl too. Every morning when she woke up, she sent me an email. This email contained her schedule, her outfit, and expressed her delight in being mine. Whenever I requested, she would tweak her outfit to what I enjoyed more—no panties for the day, I want you in something brighter, curl your hair today. 

Well, Emma was mostly devoted. There were times when she let her claws out, and when she did, it always gave me something of a rush. She could get rather aggressive over things, especially when she felt like I wasn't taking care of myself. She worried about me constantly, fretting over the fact that she wasn't there to make sure I stayed healthy and ate meals when I needed to. She was very health conscious, and when I didn't do something to her standards, those little claws of hers would come out. She could be fierce, but it only endeared me to her more. She cared so much, and when I didn't commit to the same level of care that she wanted to provide, she worried and nitpicked. 

But on the whole, she was entirely submissive. She was willing to try almost anything that I wanted her to, even when it scared her. We worked with anal, and I knew that she didn't really enjoy it very much, but she did it for me. She did everything for me. 

It gave me such an overwhelming sense of control. Good lord the feeling was addicting. Knowing my beautiful kitten would be waiting for me on the other side of the computer the second I got home always got me through hard days at work. It was like I was floating. 

I groaned, shaking my head. I couldn't let myself think like this anymore. She's not yours, Alex, get used to it. If you want her to be around while she recovers from what that bastard did to her, then you need to calm yourself down and back off!

I repeated that to myself several times to keep my mind from drifting back to the pretty, hurt girl getting dressed in my bedroom. To distract myself, I walked over to the kitchen area, browsing through the options that I had in my refrigerator. Nothing sounded appealing, so I settled on a mug of coffee, like I did almost every morning. 

Once it was finished brewing, I sat down at the kitchen table, nursing it. The caffeine buzzed through my system, energizing me and generally making me feel more like myself. It was settling into me a bit more when I heard hesitant feet making their way down the stairs. 

Emma. 

I felt nervous for a few seconds, hastily running a hand through my hair. Then I stopped. It's not like Emma's never seen me with my hair mussed in the early morning hours. At least I had coffee, so my personality would be slightly more amiable. Either way, I wasn't trying to impress her or anything. If she didn't like the way I looked, it didn't bother me. That was her fault, not mine. And it didn't matter, because I didn't care.

Yeah. Keep telling yourself that buddy. 

I waited impatiently as she made her way slowly down the stairs. I couldn't tell if she was just nervous, or if there was another thing causing her cautious steps. I hoped she was only being shy, and that the marks her idiotic former Master had given her weren't hindering her movement this much. 

Finally, she made it to the bottom of the stairs. I couldn't keep the smile from my face when she peeked her head around the corner, looking for me in the kitchen. She must have smelled the coffee brewing. 

As she walked over to me, her trademark shy smile brightening her face, I scooped up a mug and filled it with coffee for her. She took a seat next to me, and I passed her the coffee. The mug nestled into her small hands, and she blew softly on it to cool it down a little. 

While she was seemingly engrossed in her coffee, I took the time to admire her. She was a truly beautiful girl, in every sense of the word. She had lovely, long brown hair that reached down her body in an entirely enticing way. Her big brown eyes seemed to dominate her face, but they were constantly warring with her shy, demure smile. Her breasts were knockouts, large but completely suited for her slender body. And she was so little. Sometimes I worried that she would be too fragile, but she seemed to be able to handle almost anything I dished out. 

Her outfit was spectacular too, and I couldn't help but smile. She wore a long, flowing black skirt that reached clear down to her ankles. Her blouse was loose, but I felt as though she wore that to disguise the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. It kind of worked, but I'd seen her both with and without a bra enough times that I could tell both ways. 

"How did you sleep?" She asked, breaking the silence. I felt a little bit uncomfortable, knowing that I'd just been checking her out. I chanced a glance up at her face, and was glad to see that she hadn't seemed to notice. The silence had probably felt a little bit overbearing to her, that's all. 

"Ah... it was alright." I figured the less I said, the less likely she would be to realize that I was lying through my teeth. Going vague would be my best bet, and I just prayed and hoped that it worked. 

She instantly creased her brow, setting down her coffee mug and frowning at me. "You didn't sleep well at all, did you?"

I shrugged noncommittally, not wanting to meet her eyes. 

"Why didn't you just sleep in the bed with me?" Her voice was curious, but I thought that I might be able to detect a hurt undercurrent. I let out a long sigh, not entirely sure how to answer. 

"Emma... I would have preferred sharing the bed with you, to be honest. But I didn't want to make anything uncomfortable by assuming that either of us would be okay with it. It was easier to sleep down here on the couch and know that I could wake up in the morning knowing that I hadn't done anything to take advantage of you." It all came out in a rush, and I blushed a little bit. I hoped that she understood where I was coming from.




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"Okay..." Her voice was a bit hesitant, and I wanted to take her into my arms and hold her until that hesitance went away. That's not what I wanted her to feel when she woke up and found that I hadn't slept the night in the same bed with her. 

We sat in a semi-awkward quiet, neither of us quite knowing what to say at this point. We drank our coffee, and when both of us finished them, sat staring at the little remnants that decorated the bottom of our mugs. 

God this was hard. 

"Alex, where did my Master go?"

That shook me up quite a bit, and I wanted to launch into a lecture with her. I knew that she could be entirely stubborn, and I didn't want to scare her away, so I took a few cleansing breaths before replying. 

"I think he left, Emma. The last thing he said before exiting the plaza was 'good luck getting home' or something like that." My voice trailed off, and we both again fell into silence. 

"I'm sorry," I told her after a long pause. She nodded back at me, still studying her coffee cup. Her hands fidgeted with it, rocking it back and forth. The frustration inside of me grew, and I wanted nothing more than to start chewing her out and lecturing her on everything that I'd told her about this lifestyle while we were still together. 

"Emma, you do know that a man like that can't be considered a Master, don't you?" It all came out in a massive rush, and I felt like covering my mouth with my hands. I wanted to just scoop the words back out of the air before she heard them, but it was too late. 

She turned her head towards me, cocking an eyebrow. 

"You know it's true though, don't you? That man isn't a Master at all. He's just some freak that likes abusing girls, and he ought to go to prison for it. People like him that use BDSM as a cover up for harming people that they should be taking care of make me want to scream. I can't stand it. Please tell me that you know that that's true. You're not some slave that broke up with her Master. You're a young lady that put up with an abusive relationship for far too long, and now you can finally start the healing process."

I don't know why I continued speaking. The words just fell out of my mouth, and although I felt as though my words might be too harsh for what she needed right now, I knew that she needed to hear them eventually. 

Emma was quiet for a long time. Too long, in my opinion. I shuffled nervously in my chair, hoping that I hadn't overstepped my bounds too much. The silence stretched on and on, and I was just about to apologize when Emma turned back to me. 

"Thank you."

I could see the streaks of tears down her face, and they shocked me a little bit. I hadn't heard her crying, not even one little bit. "Oh Emma." I pulled her to me close, forgetting that I wasn't supposed to be anything more than a friend. I seemed to be finding excuses to do that an awful lot, I thought to myself a bit ruefully. 

I couldn't deny that Emma felt incredibly right in my arms. Last night, holding her had gotten me turned on to an immense level. Today, it felt a little bit different. Things didn't seem as heated as last night. I was content to simply feel her on my lap and in my arms. Last night, I hadn't seen her in so long, and there was a part of me that just needed her desperately. 

That didn't mean that I didn't want her. I still did. But I recognized just what Emma needed right now. She was a girl that had been severely hurt, and she needed someone to hold her and love her. As much as I had loved hurting her in the most pleasurable ways possible, Emma didn't need that right now, and I knew that. So I wasn't going to try and introduce that right now.

But sitting there, holding her in my arms, I realized something.

Emma and I could never be just friends. 

And if I had my way, she would soon realize that too. 



His Kitten Again 04



I can't even believe the response that I've gotten from the first couple of chapters of this series. As a new writer, it's a bit overwhelming, but every bit of it is completely appreciated. I hope you'll all stick around as the series progresses, and please keep the comments coming! In the meantime, please enjoy Ch 04! It's the longest chapter yet, so sorry for the slight delay in getting it to you guys :)

~shysubmissivegirl~








~Emma~



I was sprawled out on the bed, naked, a warm and luxurious breeze drifting past me. My nipples hardened, and I arched my back slightly, a soft moan slipping through my lips. My hands were high above my head, the wrists linked tightly to the top of the bed, anchored in place. My ankles were free, and I flexed them a little, enjoying the slight freedom he was giving me. 

The warm air caressed up my brazenly displayed sex, drawing a rush of wetness as I anticipated what was to come. I knew he was downstairs, rustling through drawers, stalling to let the heat build. 

Finally, I heard him calmly making his way up the stairs. They creaked slightly under his weight, and I almost let another moan loose as I pictured him. Dear god, I wanted to feel his touch. 

The door slowly inched its way open, revealing my Master. Wow he was handsome, I thought to myself, watching him as he made his way over to me. He wore a button down shirt and slacks, both which fit him perfectly. A slightly wicked smile adorned his face, sending a shiver down my spine. 

I arched up again, willing him to touch me. His wicked smile grew, and he reached out with his fingertips, trailing them less than an inch above my skin. As hard as I tried, he never let them touch, just kept them high enough above my warm skin that they tormented me. 

I whimpered, thrashing around a bit. My arms couldn't move, but my legs weren't tethered, and I flailed, desperate for his soothing and arousing touch. 

He frowned at me, giving me a sharp slap on one breast. I let out a soft whimper, feeling more wetness pooling in-between my legs. My Master made his way down by my legs, making a small sound of disapproval as I fidgeted, closing them so my shining pussy couldn't be seen.

He frowned again, and turned to open the chest of toys he had placed in the corner of the room. The chest was filled with every devilish tool you could imagine, and I hadn't spent too much time paying attention to it, because it scared me to think of what he could do to me with each and every thing in there.

He rustled things around, searching for just the right device, before tugging something out. It was two long lengths of cord, and I already knew what he planned on using them for.

He grasped one of my legs, pulling it hard away from the other, exposing everything there to his eyes. I groaned and threw my head back as he slid the cord around my ankle and made sure that it was tight but not painful. He then pulled the cord snug, tying it around the bed post in the bottom corner of the bed. He repeated this motion with my other leg, then stood back admiring his work.

I was writhing back and forth on the bed, my arousal mounting with each growing second. My movement was limited, but I knew that my Master loved to watch me squirm as he teased me deliciously, drawing me to the edge of pleasure again and again until he finally let me go over.

While I was lost in my thoughts, Master had returned to his toy chest, procuring a blindfold. "Head up," he ordered, leaving no room for discussion. I complied, lifting my head so he could slip the snug blindfold over my eyes with ease. It closed over them, cutting off all of my vision.

I tried to lay there calmly, but that was nearly impossible. The most handsome man I knew was right across the room from me, searing for the right combination of equipment that would give me that exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that I craved so very much. The very thought was unbearable, and I longed to reach up and yank the blindfold off simply so I could watch him as he went to work.

The first touch I felt from him made me flinch. I wasn't expecting him to start his loving caress so soon. His light, feathery touch made me whimper. I wished he hadn't bound me down so that I could arch up and feel more of his fingers all over my body.

But fate wouldn't have it that way, and as he continued his whisper of a touch, I was forced to lay still and calm. I couldn't stop the moans and whimpers that pushed their way through my lips as he teased around my nipples, never actually touching them, just teasing them.

His hands made their way down my stomach, brushing over my belly button, bringing a little giggle to my lips. It tickled a bit, and I couldn't help it. His hands retreated, then returned by bringing down one palm onto my stomach with a loud smacking noise. My laugh cut off, replaced by a small yelp of surprise.

His hands continued their trek down, keeping an adequate distance from my pussy. I groaned in frustration, but two quick smacks to the tops of my thighs quieted me, and I tried to allow him to finish his exploration in peace, but there were certain places that he touched that drew noises from me, and I simply couldn't stop it. Every time, a loud smacking noise would fill the air, and I would be left feeling even more aroused.

Finally, after his fingers had trailed their way clear down to my toes, they left my body. I wanted to whine, to beg him to touch me again, but I knew that doing so would likely end up with me having a gag in my mouth, which I absolutely abhorred.

"Emma?" Oh how his voice could send the most pleasant shivers down my spine. I loved listening to it, but more importantly, I loved obeying it.

"Yes Sir?"

"I'm going to paddle your breasts now, understood? I was keeping track of each time you disobeyed my wishes and moaned or whined. The smacks were reminders, and now you need to be punished."

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

I adored his praise, and I understood why he was doing what he was doing. His slaps and smacks had been primarily teasing as he'd gone about his exploration of my body. They were done to arouse me, but he'd told me before we began that he wanted me to stay quiet until he fucked me, or unless he spoke to me directly. I hadn't listened to him, and now it was time to make up for that fact. I shifted to lay back fully in the bed, awaiting the start of my punishment.

"You disobeyed me on seven different occasions, kitten."

His voice was deep, the threatening undertone sending a quiver of fear and excitement racing through me. I nodded, swallowing nervously. Master didn't go easy when he punished me, but I knew that he would always take care of me afterwards. I had nothing to be afraid of.

The paddle came down sooner than I expected, cutting off all reasonable thought. Oh ow! I cried out, the sharp sting radiating throughout my body, causing me to squirm around. Another whack, and then another followed in quick succession. I shrieked and yelped after each one.

He took a pause before the last four blows, letting my anxiety build. Finally, just when I wanted to open my mouth and ask him what was taking so long, he rained them down, the loud smack of the wooden paddle against my skin ringing through the room. I screamed out, then bit my bottom lip hard, drawing blood.

My Master stopped, and I could hear him lay down the paddle. His hands were then everywhere, all over my breasts especially, soothing the stinging skin. I whimpered at the feel of his rough hands on my sensitive skin, shifting and squirming because of the balance of pain and pleasure.

Damn, he was so fucking good at this!

I whimpered my plea to him, begging him to touch my body, use it, and bring me that overwhelming pleasure that I knew was destined to come after a punishment. His hands lingered on my breasts for a few more minutes, no longer soothing. No, they were on a path of arousal. He tweaked and tugged at my nipples, traced sensuous circles all over my breasts, and occasionally leaned down to nibble on the sensitive skin.

After sufficiently teasing my breasts, he pulled the blindfold off of me. I looked up at him, then all along his body. He'd undressed sometime after he'd put my blindfold on, and he was a magnificent sight. He worked hard to maintain the body that he did, and it certainly paid off.

His cock was lovely too. Thick and long, but not to the point where it was painful. Just the right size that I was pleasantly stretched when he fucked me. He was always the perfect size for a blowjob, and I loved giving him those. I licked my lips, and he smiled down at me.

Quickly, he undid the restraints binding my hands. He knew that he wouldn't need to use them anymore, as he had never once gotten any level of resistance from me during oral. Once he'd released my hands, I sat up in bed, rubbing at my sore wrists. I loved over at my Master, eager to do anything that he asked of me. I wanted to make him happy more than anything else.

He slowly brought the head of his cock to my lips, and I opened my mouth wide to accept him in. His cock steadily pushed its way into my mouth, and I gently sucked on it. I loved the feel of his hard cock in my mouth, and giving him a blowjob before he fucked me was quite possibly one of my favorite things to do. My Master knew that, and used it heavily to his advantage.

After giving me enough time to adjust to him filling my mouth so full, he began to rock his hips back and forth, driving himself further into me. It was hard to breath, but he was careful to withdraw long enough for me to catch my breath before returning to fuck my face. He picked up the pace, groaning above me as I moaned around his cock.

All too soon, he pulled out. "Oh god kitten, you're so damn good at that." He patted my head, gently stroking my hair. I grinned at his praise, nuzzling my head into his leg. He allowed me to cuddle up to him for a few moments, and I reached out my tongue to lazily lick up and down his cock.

He moaned and pushed my head away. Before I could whine, he had himself positioned between my legs. "I need you kitten... good lord I need you." He pushed forward, burying his cock deep inside me in one long, hard thrust. I groaned, reaching with my hands to grip the comforter underneath me.

He started fucking me, and hard. I could tell that we were both getting close, and fast. We both needed this so badly, and I could hardly contain myself from reaching out to him and pulling him deeper inside me. Every thrust of his hips sent me nearer to the edge. God I was so damn close...

There was a knock at the door, and I bolted upright.

"Emma, are you okay?" It was Alex.

I quickly studied the room around me, panting quietly. My Master wasn't in there. There was no chest of wicked toys in the corner. I wasn't tied down to the bed, and there were no marks on my breasts or wrists. The comforter was heaped at the bottom of the bed, knotted and twisted around my feet.

It had all been a dream.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I called out to him, my voice cracking unsteadily as I did so. I cursed to myself, still uneasy and shaky because of the dream.

"It sounded like you were calling out. I got worried. Can I come in?" He sounded really worried, and I blushed, knowing that the only thing that would have made me call out was that ridiculous dream.

"S-sure..."

He pushed the door open, peeking in at me. I tried to give him a reassuring smile, but I don't think it came out quite how I wanted it to. He furrowed his brow, his eyes narrowing in concern. Quickly, he came over and sat on the bed by my feet.

"Emma..." His voice trailed off, and I knew what was coming. He'd been saying the same thing every morning since I'd gotten here. That had been... wow almost a month and a half ago. It was hard to believe that so much time had passed. Things had been so monotonous and routine that it felt like I'd barely been here a week.

"I know, I know. You want me to go to a therapist. I just don't see the point, Alex. I'm doing fine, really," I said, looking him hard in the eyes. "In fact, I was thinking I should probably get a job so I can get my own place and stop being such a burden on you."

Okay, so I hadn't actually planned on going out and looking for a job today. I'd been thinking that I needed to get some of my own cash so that I could start helping out around here, but getting my own place would be a lot better. With the way things were, it would only be a matter of time before things exploded between Alex and I.

Or rather, I exploded. Alex was entirely platonic towards me, and anytime I so much as snuggled up to him these days, he would awkwardly shrug me away. It was getting to be a little bit hurtful, but I tried not to think of it that way. I knew Alex just wanted to be friends with me, and each night as we slept in the same bed together, I had to firmly tell myself that to keep from doing something stupid.

"You know you don't need to do that. You can just stay here." He patted the bed to emphasize his point, smiling at me a bit. I just shrugged and ushered him out of the room so that I could get dressed.

"Okay, well, once you're all ready for life, I've got breakfast waiting for us downstairs. So hurry up, because I'm starved!" He said it teasingly, but I could tell that he was actually really hungry.

"Oh, just go ahead and start without me!" I called to him as he left, shutting the door behind him. He never took me up on the offer, even though I made it nearly every morning. In a way that made me happy, because it made me feel special. But it frustrated me that he would go hungry just for me too. I wasn't worth that, and it would be fine if we just ate part of our meals together. Alex didn't see it like that, though.

I got dressed slowly, still in a daze from my dream. Bits of it were slipping away from my memory already, but large parts were still there, and I basked in the sensation of reliving them. By the time I was dressed, I was already wet. I sighed, but knowing there was nothing I could do, went down to breakfast.

I got to the bottom of the stairs to find Alex on the couch in the living room, eating his breakfast. I was a little bit stunned, and part of me wanted to be hurt. That's stupid, Emma. Stupid stupid stupid. He did exactly what you've been telling him to do for weeks. If you didn't want him to take you up on it, then you shouldn't have offered.

I walked into the kitchen in a stupor, dished up my plate, then went to sit by him on the couch. He was watching the news, so I sat there quietly, picking at the eggs and nibbling off bits of my toast. Every morning it was either eggs and toast or cereal, because that's what Alex could make. He was up earlier than I was every morning, and he said it was just easier.

After a few minutes, Alex looked over at me. "Oh hey, you're up!" He'd just noticed me. I wanted to let out a sigh of frustration, but instead plastered a smile onto my face and nodded happily. He reached over and ruffled my hair like a little kid sister, then turned back to the news. It was some story about inflation or money or the economy, and I didn't pay much attention to it.

Instead, my mind turned to thoughts about my relationship with Alex. Or, rather, my lack of relationship with Alex. When I first came here, it seemed as though things would settle perfectly. He would let me have my space to heal up, but he would be ready to help me and love me once I was ready for him.

These past few weeks, everything's been on the decline. We've steadily moved away from cuddling, snuggling, touching, hugging, everything. He still teased me, but I felt more like a younger sister than someone he could potentially be attracted to.

It felt like a constant battle between two sides of me. One was my rational side, saying that it was a good thing he was leaving me alone. I still needed time to heal up, and he was letting me do that. If I was honest with myself, I was only just starting to get my sex-drive back. It was still nothing compared to what it had once been. I knew that if he actually came up to me and offered to have sex with me, I would turn him down.

The other part was my irrational side that insisted that I was ready. This side of me was stubborn, and asserted that even though I was still hurt from what Jordan did to me, I would be just fine having a sexual relationship with Alex. Not only was I ready, this side said, I needed it! This side must have been responsible for that dream last night.

I wasn't sure what to think. Both sides had a point, but with Alex drawing further and further away from me, I was forced to take part in a solely platonic relationship with him. I couldn't even explore my irrational side other than in my dreams.

Alex's voice shook me from my thoughts, asking, "Want me to take your plate?" I looked up at him, blinking. The news was ending, the anchors were saying their goodbyes, and he had his hand stretched out towards me, reaching for my plate. I passed it to him, and he frowned at it.

"You not hungry or something?"

The plate was almost completely full, and I shrugged my shoulders noncommittally. He gave me a look, and I refused to meet his eyes. I wanted to be angry with him, even though that was stupid of me. He hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, he was more than likely doing everything right. That didn't mean that I had to like it, my irrational side sulked.

Alex came back after clearing off both of our plates. He was fidgeting with his hands, knotting and pushing them together. "If you want to, you can look through here for available jobs. Once you get hired, I'll go with you to look for a new place if you want to. You could even get a car. I'll loan you some money for it, if you want me to."

I winced, remembering my earlier comment about getting a job so that I could move out. I hadn't really meant it, but obviously Alex had taken it seriously. He actually seemed excited about me getting out of his hair, and that hurt just a little bit.

"Awesome! Should we go get on the computer and start looking right now?" I suggested. If he wanted me out of here, then I should get out of his hair as soon as possible. The last thing I wanted to be was a burden, and obviously I'd been on the past few weeks.

We both smiled at each other, and headed towards the computer. He pulled up the browser and went to a job listing sight. "You're into medical stuff, right?"

I nodded. Before I met Jordan, I'd been working on getting my master's degree as a Certified Nurse Midwife, but I already had enough qualifications to get a decent job in a labor and delivery ward of a nearby hospital until I earned enough money to go back to school and complete my degree.

We searched at the local hospital, and I was pleasantly surprised to see an opening as a medical assistant in the labor and delivery unit. Alex hugged me tight, and every inch of my skin felt burning and alive. I pulled away before I did something stupid. 

I sat at the computer for another two hours, working on my resume. Every so often, Alex came in to check on me. He helped me word things correctly, and then read through it all one last time before I submitted it to the job. The listing said I would need to wait four to five business days to receive a response.

Alex gave me a one-armed hug after I submitted it, and we decided to go out to lunch to eat, so that we could celebrate. I hadn't gotten the job yet, but finding that was just so lucky that I had to believe that I would get it. It's like it was meant to be. I was thrilled to find it, but a small part of me couldn't stop nipping that even fate seemed to be pushing me away from Alex.

Frankly, I thought fate needed to mind her own business.



~Alex~



This morning had been sheer hell for me. I was downstairs making breakfast for Emma and myself when I heard cries coming from our bedroom. I'd raced up there as quickly as I could, then paused outside of the door. She sounded terrified, and see was begging her "sir" for something.




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I couldn't keep myself from knocking. It sounded like a terrible dream, and for some reason, I felt indescribably guilty. I hadn't been gentle enough with her, I thought. I must be pushing her too hard. She really, really needed to talk to a therapist. Hell, I probably needed to talk to a therapist.

I went into the bedroom once she said that I could, and sat at the foot of the bed. "Emma.." I started. I said the same rant every morning about how she needed to get some help.

"I know, I know. You want me to go to a therapist. I just don't see the point, Alex. I'm doing fine, really." She paused for a moment. I didn't really believe that she was okay, but I didn't want to make her think that I was doubting her ability to heal on her own, so I stayed quiet.

"In fact, I was thinking I should probably get a job so I can get my own place and stop being such a burden on you." She continued. I was floored. She wanted to leave? I was definitely pushing her too much. I'd been trying to control my urges, not overstep my bounds with her, just be friends, everything. And now she wanted to leave.

Well, I for sure wasn't going to make her feel more uncomfortable, and beg her to stay. But if I was being honest with myself, I really didn't want her to go. I loved having her around. She brightened each of my days, even if I did have to control my urges around her. "You know you don't need to do that. You can just stay here."

A few seconds too late, I patted the bed, as if telling her that she could stay right there. It was stupid, but I felt like I needed to do something. I just wasn't sure what she would be okay with at this point, and so far all I'd succeeded in doing was scaring her off and making her feel like she needed to go get her own place so she didn't have to constantly be around me.

She shrugged, and I knew that I'd made her more uncomfortable than she'd been before. Damn it, Alex, why can't you learn to just keep your mouth shut. I was cursing myself out in my head when she shyly told me that she needed to get dressed.

I felt a little bit flustered for a second, caught off guard. It was stupid of me, but I hadn't even realized that she was still in her fairly revealing pajamas. I probably should have offered to take her to the store to get her some different ones, so that she would have been more comfortable. We were sharing the same bed, which she'd insisted on, but the least I could have done was to try and make it as easy and un-traumatizing as possible.

"Okay, well, once you're all ready for life, I've got breakfast waiting for us downstairs. So hurry up, because I'm starved!" I plastered a smile on my face, and said it with a teasing lilt. I wanted her to feel like she was welcome, like there was no pressure on her.

I then retreated out of the room, embarrassment coloring my cheeks. "Oh, just go ahead and start without me!" I heard her call as I made my escape. I thought about how I'd waited for her to come down every morning, and wondered if she thought that was me pressuring her for something. I'd just start eating my breakfast alone this morning, if that put her at ease.

I sat down on the couch, my plate in my lap. This felt so wrong after having eaten together every morning for so long. I wanted to wait for her, but doing so would make her uncomfortable. So I lifted my first forkful of eggs into my mouth and chewed them robotically.

I couldn't believe the situation I'd gotten myself into.

The first couple of days that Emma had been here, I'd wanted to win her over. I thought if I could just woo her enough, she'd forget all about that bastard she'd been with before, and be mine again. I wanted her so badly, and I eagerly jumped on every opportunity to spend more intimate time with her. I had even arranged with my work to work from home so I could be here with her. I doubt Emma noticed that, though, as she'd never known anything different. All she knew is that from 10 to 6 every day except Saturday and Sunday, I was hidden away in my computer room, making calls and scheduling things.

After those first few days, I saw that the approach I was taking wasn't going to work out how I thought. My ego was damaged, and at first I huddled into the corner to lick my wounds. Then I realized that Emma was more important than my pride.

I did my very best to be friends with Emma, I really did, but god it was hard. I always worried that I was doing more damage than good when I stopped hugging and cuddling her. It probably confused her to high heaven, but I knew that this was better than pressuring her to do things that she just wasn't ready to do.

Apparently, along the way I'd screwed up massively. Being friends was still more than Emma could handle at this point. I decided that today, I would do my best to get her started on her own life away from me. Maybe if I did that, it would help her heal more.

That's all I really wanted for her, was for her to get better and feel better about herself. That's what she needed, and if there was any way that I could help her get to a point where she was comfortable being herself again, and doing things that she liked to do, then I would do it.

What Emma needed right now was to get established, and feel independent. I would do everything that I could to get her to that point. I was pretty well off, so I knew that I could lend or give her the money she needed to rent a small apartment and get a cheap car so that she could get to work. I also knew of a website where local job openings were posted. She was into medical things, and there was a hospital nearby that I had no doubt she could get on at if she wanted to.

Emma came down, and we ate and watched television, then I told her of my plan. She seemed surprised, which made me smile. I was glad that I could help her in this way. If she wanted to feel independent, then damn it, I was going to help her feel independent. 

We logged onto the computer, and just as I'd suspected, there was an opening at the hospital. It wasn't a surprise to me that she wanted to go into midwifery. She loved the feeling of accomplishing things, and I knew that each baby she brought into this world would be another achievement for her. She was also incredibly caring, so I knew that she would care for each of the expectant mothers in an exceptional way.

She started working on her resume, and I stepped out of the room to let her work. I spent most of the time she was working on it calling places, trying to figure things out. In-between calls, I popped into the office again, checking on her and answering any of her questions. I knew the owner of a used car dealership, and he agreed to give me a phenomenal deal on a small, reliable car. The owner owed me a favor anyway.

I also called the landlord of the apartment building about a five minutes' walk from here, asking if there were any vacancies. He told me about a small, one bedroom one bathroom apartment that had opened up about six weeks ago that he really wanted to have occupied. He'd marked down the prices quite a bit because it had been open for longer than he wanted it to be, and he wanted to get it sold.

I didn't like that things were working out so perfectly. A car that was incredibly cheap but super reliable. A vacant apartment in a good part of the city, close to me but far enough away that she would feel independent, and for a killer deal. A job opening in the place that she wanted to work the very most, for a decent pay. I knew that she would have by far the best resume of any other applicant, and that they would hire her within two weeks.

It was all just perfect, wasn't it...

We went out to lunch to celebrate. It was this cute little café, and I knew that Emma would simply adore it. She did, of course, smiling at the sweet décor and the peaceful atmosphere.

It was incredible going out to eat with her. Everything felt so normal, and I didn't feel like I needed to constantly stress about upsetting her, or making sure she was at ease. We were just two people going out for lunch to celebrate her first submitted resume in a new place.

The whole lunch, I couldn't keep the fact that I was going to be losing her from my mind. Yes, I wanted her to go out and experience life, and heal in the way that was best for her. But I was also intensely selfish, and I wanted to keep her with me. It was a struggle, trying to be happy for her, and yet knowing that I had to let her go when I didn't want to.

After lunch, we went back to our place. Our place. I laughed to myself even as I thought it. I guess it wasn't really our place, and it certainly wouldn't be in a few weeks when she moved. We were actually going back to 'our place' so that she could pack her bags and get things in order.

As she packed, I told her about everything that I'd found while she'd been compiling her resume. "There's a great deal on a small, used car over at the car lot a few miles from here. We could go tonight and get it, if you'd like to. I also called the landlord of the apartments just a few minutes from here, and there's a vacancy. The apartment is small, but it's a killer deal. I'd pay your rent for a few months, of course, so you could get on your feet. The landlord said that you could move in pretty much whenever you wanted to, and that he'd be more than happy to help you move in."

"Alex, what's the point of me moving out if you're still going to do everything for me?" Emma asked, turning towards me. She was kneeling on the ground, gently folding clothes and putting them into the small bag that she'd brought with her. Some of her brown hair had escaped the messy bun she'd pulled it up into, and cascaded around her face in an entirely appealing way.

She had a point, but I didn't want to admit that to her. I sighed, studying my shoes intently. "I guess it's just in my nature, Emma. I want to take care of you, I want to make sure you have everything you could possibly need and then some. I know you've been hurt so badly, and I'm trying my hardest to make up for what that bastard did to you. I want you to get better and move on with your life. I figured the easiest way to do that was to help you get settled and feeling independent as soon as possible. But I guess I'm not doing a very good job of that. I keep trying to do things for you, because it's what I'm used to doing. I'm sorry, Emma. I promise I'll back off and let you do things for yourself. I just... I really just want what's best for you. I want you to be happy."

I realized how lengthy my rant was becoming, and I quickly snapped my mouth shut, embarrassed with myself for sounding so sappy. Emma didn't need that right now.

I looked over at her when I heard movement. She'd stood up, and was coming towards me. I was a little bit nervous. I've said it before, and I'll say it again—my kitten has claws. I was worried that she was going to use them on me right then, and I wanted to run away as fast as I could.

Right before I was going to try and make my escape, Emma threw her arms around me, squeezing tightly. It took my breath away, and with my arms pinned to my sides, I couldn't even hug her back.

She was hugging me so tightly that I didn't know quite what to do. "Uh... Emma honey... my arms," I started, and she instantly sprang back. My arms hung limply at my side, and I made a show of teasingly shaking them out.

After I regained feeling in my arms, I reached them out to her, and she shyly walked into them. I wrapped her up tightly, more than a little surprised that she was willing to come hug me when she seemed so intent on being independent just a few moments earlier.

We hugged for a long time, and I was content to just hold her tight. She seemed perfectly happy being there in my arms, which helped me fight down any guilt about possibly making her uncomfortable.

We slowly drifted apart, and then ended up on the bed. I was laying back, and she had her head resting on my chest. We hadn't laid like this yet, and it was beyond comforting. My hands went of their own will to play with her long brown hair, stroking it back from her face gently.

"Thank you," she said suddenly.

"Hmm..?" I was drifting off into a peace induced coma, and it took me a few seconds to come back to the present. "For what?"

"I've never had anyone care about me as much as you do. I know I'm still fragile, and I know you're trying so hard to take care of me and do what's best for me, and I appreciate it so much. I can't imagine there being anyone else out there in the entire world who would take better care of me than you do. And Alex?" she stopped suddenly, biting her lower lip in the way she does whenever she's nervous or feeling shy.

"Yes?"

"I don--," she stopped for several long seconds, as if debating whether or not to say something. I don't know which side won out, but after a few moments of hesitation, she began again. "Thank you for helping me find my own place, and for arranging for me to get a car. I've loved staying here with you, god knows I have, but I think going out and being on my own is what's going to be best for me right now. I know it's going to be hard too, leaving you, but it's what's best for both of us."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep back the tears.

Why did I have to love her?

"I know it is. That's why I did it," I managed to force out in a pleasant tone. Emma and I laid like that for a while, and before too long, I looked down at her, realizing that she'd fallen asleep. Her face was so peaceful and beautiful, and I didn't want to disturb her.

Carefully, I shifted so that she was off of me, and was instead snuggled up to a pillow. Seeing her cuddle into it, taking a deep breath in and smiling to herself in her dreams made me smile.

I sat there for a few minutes, watching her sleep. She was so cute when she did. Her nose would twitch occasionally, and her eyes would flutter, then scrunch together tight, before relaxing. She would smile in her sleep too, and it made her face radiate joy in such a stunning way.

Watching her was intoxicating, and I almost convinced myself to stay there and pull her back onto me so that I could hold her all night.

But then I remembered what she'd said earlier, about how she needed to be independent and on her own. I let out a soft sigh, leaning down to give her a gentle peck on her forehead.

I then picked up a pillow, got the small blanket from my closet, and headed down the stairs.

Oh Emma... what am I going to do?



His Kitten Again 05



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Chapter Five

~Alex~

I sat at the kitchen table, rubbing at my red, exhausted eyes. I hadn't been able to sleep well the past few days, a result of the oppressing quiet that dominated the night hours now that Emma was gone. I couldn't sleep in my bed, so I'd taken to sleeping on the couch again, which meant that I got very low quality sleep.

I started in on my second mug of coffee, then groaned when the shrill sound of my cellphone attacked my already splitting headache. I reached into my pocket and pulled it out, fully intending to hang up, until I saw who the caller was. Emma. I could never turn down a call from her.

"This is Alex."

I heard her sweet laugh, and allowed myself a small smile. "I know who it is silly. I'm the one who called you!" she teased over the phone.

"Good point. What's up?" Even I could hear how formal and rough my voice sounded, and I regretted it. I didn't want Emma thinking anything was up, but like she always did, she caught on.

"Wow, don't you want to like... get to the point or something?" Her voice was still teasing, but I sensed a hint of worry under it. She stressed over things an awful lot, and this was no different.

I didn't have any choice but to give her an excuse, so I told her as near to the truth as I could. "Sorry, I didn't sleep the best..."

"Again? Alex, you need to take care of yourself. You're not drinking caffeine before bed again, are you?" Her voice was thick with worry now, and I heard her shift the phone to her other ear.

"No, mom. I'm being a good boy."

"You better be! If I ever find out different, it's going to be doubled on your hide!" It was an entirely empty threat, and we both knew it. I heard her melodic laughter on the other end, echoing my own, lower chuckle. 

We sat on the phone in pleasant silence, and I took a long sip from my coffee mug. I felt more refreshed than before, although I wasn't sure if it was the coffee or hearing from Emma that was doing it for me. "Oh! I was calling to tell you something, wasn't I?" she suddenly remembered. 

"That's what I figured," I responded, amusement coloring my voice. 

"Oh, hush you! If you aren't nice, I won't tell you my great news!" Her threat hung in the air for a second. I doubted that she would follow through on it, seeing how I was the only one she really had to share her news with, but I let it slide. 

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry Emma. Would you please tell me your great news?" I tried to put sincerity into my voice, and I could practically picture her on the other end, considering whether or not she would accept my apology. 

"Well... okay... It's two things actually..." She trailed off, causing me to urge her on. "First, I got the job!" She squealed on her end, and I wooped and hollered on mine. I was so happy for her, even though I knew she was going to get it all along. There was no one else nearly as qualified, and I told her so. 

"Aww, thanks Alex! That means so much to me!" 

There was another pause as we let the excitement and happiness settle a bit. "So what's the other good news?"

Emma stayed quiet for a few seconds, piquing my interest. "Emma?"

"I'm here."

"...so what's the other good news?" I urged her on. I was really curious now. What was making her so nervous?

She mumbled something under her breath, and I laughed. "What was that? Come on, you know you can tell me anything."

She repeated her mumbling, a little bit louder this time. I still couldn't make out a single word that she said. "Emma. Come on. Tell me." I was getting a little bit frustrated. I didn't understand why she wouldn't just tell me what her supposedly great news was. 

"Fine. I have a date tonight, okay?" She huffed, and I could hear the irritation and annoyance in her voice. But it wasn't the tone of her voice that shocked me, it was what she said. 

"Oh... congratulations. Who's the lucky fellow?" I managed to force out, trying to steady my racing heart. A date? Was she insane? 

"A guy from my work. We met today, and he asked if I wanted to go to dinner. I didn't have anything else going on, so I figured that I might as well go..." She sounded a lot more uncertain now, and guilt flooded through me. She's not yours, Alex. She can date whoever the hell she wants to. 

"What's his name?" I asked, sincerely wanting to know. Hopefully it was a good guy that would treat her well. She deserved that after all the crap she'd been through already. 

"John. John Leeman." 

I couldn't help myself. I started laughing. Of course it would be John. Of course it would be. I couldn't stop laughing, even when I heard Emma's sounds of confusion on the other line. I had nothing to be worried about. He wasn't a threat to my relationship with Emma in any way. 

"Alex, what is it?" Emma asked impatiently. "Answer me now, or I'll come over there!" 

"Sorry, sorry!" I managed to get my laughter under control, breathing in deeply a few times. "Sorry. It's just... John's my best friend." 

"Oh!" Emma sounded surprised, and if I knew her well enough, her cheeks would be coloring that pretty red that they did whenever something caught her off guard. "Should I... do you want me to call the date off?" 

"Oh god no! He'll be a perfect gentleman, I can promise you. And I think you'll actually like him," I found myself saying. I knew that he and Emma would get along very well, I'd just been waiting for the right time to introduce them. I wanted to make sure that Emma was ready for it, but I guess she was more than ready. 

While I knew that he and Emma would get along well, I also knew that they were far from compatible. Emma was not John's type, whatsoever. He liked very quiet, very shy girls. Emma was shy, but she could also be incredibly aggressive. She liked being the one that cared for her man, while John wanted to be the one who cared for his girl. Not only that, but I knew for a fact that John rarely talked dirty during play, and Emma loved the naughtiness of it. 

Three strikes, you're out. 

I felt perfectly safe letting him go out with Emma, but I knew that we needed to talk about her. He needed to know before they went out how to treat her, and what he could and could not mention. I wanted Emma to have a good time, and John could be a little overbearing sometimes. 

"Okay... if you're sure." She was hesitant, and I wanted to reassure her. 

"Emma, I am very sure. In fact, I'm thrilled that you're going out with John. He's a great guy, and I know you guys are going to have a lot of fun tonight. To be honest, he hasn't gone on a date in a while. It'll be good for both of you," I told her sincerely. 

Emma squealed, and started gushing at me. "What should I wear? Where do you think he'll take me? Do you think we'll go dancing, or to dinner, or to a bar? Do you think that red top looks good enough? What about jeans with heels? I mean he's so much taller than me, even taller than you! I can't look like a little girl next to him! What do you think Alex?"

I responded the best I could, a little caught off-guard. "If you want me to, I can ask him where he's taking you, then give you a hint on what to wear. I don't want to ruin the surprise, but I can tell you want to impress him. The red top looks amazing on you, by the way. And I think you're fine without heels. He's like me. He likes his women short." I laughed, and heard her laughter join mine. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squealed one more time before we said our goodbyes. She adamantly reminded me to call her once I'd figured out where she was going so she knew what to wear. 

Once we hung up, I couldn't keep myself from laughing some more. If I knew my best friend, I'd be getting a call any second about his date that night, along with a barrage of questions about where he should take her, and what he should do. He always got nervous before dates.

John wanted desperately to settle down with a lovely little girl, and because of that, he stressed about every last detail of the dates he planned. He wanted to seem in control and impressive on the date, but never knew quite how to do that, and to what extent. So he always ended up calling me. 

John and I had met when we were seven. We went to school together, and we became the closest of friends. We shared everything together, as weird as it sounds. His Mom passed when we were fourteen, and his Dad went off the deep end. John practically moved into our house, and we got even closer. 

When I turned 18, I started exploring a lot more. I'd lost my virginity already, and while it had been entirely pleasant, I knew that something was missing. I guess I'd always known that something was different about me, but I didn't know what until I started looking. 

When I stumbled across a BDSM page, everything felt right. I suggested a little bit of light bondage to my girlfriend, the same one I'd lost my virginity to, but she said it grossed her out. We ended up breaking up over it. 

One night, I was talking to John about needing a new girl. He asked why we'd broken up in the first place, and I didn't have any choice but to tell him. When I did, I expected him to freak out a little bit. It took a while, but he finally told me that he like that stuff too. 

After that admission, we grew closer. We started sharing our own findings, what we liked and what we didn't. It took us a rather long time, but we both found submissive girls. The first few times with them were exciting, but it didn't take long to realize that they weren't as submissive as they'd told us they were. 

John and I both gave up on girls for a few years. He focused on his schooling, and I focused on furthering my career. I dabbled in girls online a little bit, never intending to find anything even close serious. Then I found Emma. 

I couldn't keep from telling John all about her. She was perfect. Everything that I had ever wanted in a submissive and then some. She made me feel confident like I never had before, and solidified everything I'd learned from my other slaves. 

I could tell John was a little bit jealous of the stellar relationship I had with Emma. He went through girls like a mad man on a rampage, tossing them aside once he was done with them. It made me wince, but I couldn't do anything. He resented the fact that I'd found a girl that was perfect for me when he couldn't even find a girl that he liked. I tried to find an online submissive girl for him, but I just couldn't find one that was suited to his needs. 

When Emma and I broke things off, I was torn to bits. I loved her, and she'd left me. John was there for me, and we spent many nights in the bars, trying to erase the memories of our sad love lives. 

We'd spent the rest of the time trying to piece ourselves together. Neither of us had spent more than a few days entertaining a girl, and neither of us has really wanted to. John was firm in his decision to find the right girl and settle down, but he wasn't going to settle for the wrong girl. I felt the same. 

And now Emma was here. And she was going on a date with John. Dear god. 

My cellphone started ringing again, bringing a smile to my face. I answered it quickly, knowing who it was without ever looking. "Hey, John."

"Hey." He sounded nervous, but I already knew why. 

"Let me guess. You met a girl, and you're taking her out tonight, and you've got no idea where you're taking her." I tried to keep my voice monotone to tease him. 

"Well... yeah. Shit, is that the only reason I call you anymore?" Panic filled his voice, and I could hear him shuffling things around at his place. 

"Basically."

We both paused for a few seconds, and he let out a laugh. "I don't know man. Maybe after her I won't call you anymore. She's a real gem."

Something inside of me flared up. "No, you're not going to like her. She's not your type at all." 

"Whoa, what's up? How do you even know who it is?" He was starting to get a little defensive too, so I forced myself to calm down. 

"It's Emma." My voice carried a heavy weight into it, and immediately John understood what I was trying to convey to him. 

He cussed under his breath. "Your Emma?" 

"Yeah... My Emma." It hurt to say that, but it was true. She'd been my Emma, even if she wasn't anymore. 

"Shit, I didn't know. Hell, I didn't even know that you guys were a thing again. Damn, I'll call her and break it off." He ranted on and on, his panic raising. He normally stressed over dating at all, and I knew that he certainly didn't want to date someone he thought I might still be interested in. 

"No, no. It's okay. Really. Just promise me something, John."

"Sure, anything. You know that."

"Be good to her. She's been through hell, and she's just starting to make her way back. This is the first time she's dated anyone since she's been here, and I know she's even more nervous and excited than you. She deserves to have the time of her life, and just let go a little. Will you do that for her?" 

There was a long pause on the other end of the call. 

"You know I will." Thank god. 

At least I knew I was leaving my Emma in good hands. 

~Emma~

I finished getting ready for my date that night. Alex had called and told me to dress nice, but still comfortably. That didn't give me much of a hint as to where we were going, but it was nice to have some sort of clue. 

After a while, I finally decided on jeans and the red top that Alex had said looked good on me. The jeans were dark and contrasted nicely with the deep red of my top. I felt like I looked good without oozing sex appeal. 

I'd just finished putting on my makeup when I heard a knock at the door. I straightened immediately, giving myself a quick once over to make sure everything looked good. My skin at least looked better now that the bruises were all gone. Once I was sure I looked decent, I went to the door and pulled it open. 

John stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. There were beautiful calla lilies, my absolute favorite flower. I wondered briefly how he'd known, but brushed it off as a coincidence. 

"Oh wow! Thank you John! They're absolutely lovely. Come on in, and let me get these in a vase before we go, alright?" I was nervous, so I was rushing a bit. To cover up for it, I threw him a smile, before turning to compose myself. 

I didn't have a vase, so I improvised by using a glass cup. I buried my face into them, inhaling deeply. I adored the smell of them, and I hadn't had any in a long while. I'd missed them a lot, and it was very nice to see them decorating my small apartment. 

"Alright, let's head," I announced happily, turning towards John. He smiled, and held out his arm for me to take as he led me out of the apartment and to his car, a small but cute silver one. 

The drive to wherever we were going was pleasant. We chatted amiably, getting to know each other a little bit more. John was a perfect gentleman, and the light conversation flowed easily.

Before I even noticed it, we'd parked. "Oh John, really?" I was getting excited, staring out the window to where he'd taken me. He laughed, nodding his head. I squealed and popped my door open before he could come around and get it for me. 

A carnival. John had taken me to a carnival. 

I was like a kid in a candy shop. I hadn't been to one since I was ten, and as such, I was eager to go on all the rides and play all the games. 

John let me with a pleased smile. We made our way around, playing games and gathering tickets as we did so. He bought us both corndogs, and we munched on them happily as we walked. 

Once we'd played all the games that we wanted to, we started in on the rides. Some were almost scary they were so fast, and my heart pounded in my chest with exhilaration. Others were slower, and gave me a chance to calm down. 

After what must have been two hours, I figured we must have been on every single ride in the entire park, but John assured me that I was wrong. With quick steps, I trailed behind him as we made our way to the Ferris wheel. 

The line was short, so we got on quickly. He helped me into our little carriage, and sat across from me, grinning wildly. I smiled back. 

The Ferris wheel started going, and I was surprised at how slow it was. My parents were both terrified of heights, so I'd never been on one, but I'd always imagined that they sped through the air. Instead, it was more of a gentle swaying as our carriage shimmied around. 

"Did you have fun tonight, Emma?" I heard John ask me. I'd been looking out the side at the twinkling lights from the carnival as they grew smaller and smaller as we spun higher and higher. 

I turned back to him, smiling widely. "Of course I did! I love carnivals, and you were so fun to come with. Thank you for bringing me, John." I hadn't imagined that we would have this much fun. Alex was right when he'd said that I would like John. 

I sat there for a second, the smile slipping from my face for a few seconds. Alex had seemed determined that I would really like John, but to be honest, he felt more like a brother than anything. Yes, we'd had an impossibly fun time tonight, but that spark simply wasn't there. I felt a bit disappointed. I didn't want to go home and tell Alex that I didn't like his friend that way. 

"Can I ask you something?" John said, startling me out of my thoughts. 

"Of course."

"Why haven't you gone to therapy?" The question took me by surprise, even though it shouldn't have. He and Alex were best friends, and it was only natural that Alex would share things with him. "Before you jump to conclusions, he didn't tell me the specifics of what happened. Just that you'd been badly burned in the past."

I took a deep breath. It was a question I'd asked myself many times. Alex had said over and over again that going to therapy would help. I knew that it probably would, but I was being honest when I said I felt like I didn't need to go there. I already felt confident in my decisions. Yes, I'd been burned by what Jordan had done to me. But I'd picked myself up and moved on. I started making choices that I felt good about. I didn't need someone else to validate them for me, and I told John that. 

"I guess that makes sense. You know, Alex is really worried about you. He's not quite sure how to help you, but from what I know about Alex, that's not keeping him from doing things. What's he doing?" John sounded genuinely concerned about it, which made me smile. 

"I don't know. He helped me get into my new place. He helped me get a car too. He also helped me apply for my job at the hospital. Other than that, we just talk I guess. We sometimes go out to eat..." My voice trailed off, and I tried to keep the sadness out of it. 

I missed Alex. Desperately. 

"So, he's being a good friend then?" John asked. He didn't seem to understand the implications of what he'd just asked. I forced down the tears that threatened to spring up, and nodded. 

"You don't want to be just friends with him, do you?" His voice was soft and gentle. He reached over to me and pulled my chin up so I was looking at him. He had a shy half-smile on his face, and he wiped away my tears. "It's okay. I know him, and trust me when I say that if you play your cards right, everything is going to be okay."

That was the last thing I could get out of him regarding Alex. I felt awful over spending the last part of our date thinking about another man, but I couldn't help myself. My heart was with Alex, not his best friend. 

I just hoped that Alex would end up feeling the same way. 




His Kitten Again 05



John and I finished our ride on the Ferris wheel. We were both a bit quieter as we made our way to the ticket stand. He bought me a giant teddy bear with all the tickets we'd won, and I snuggled into it as we got into his car. 

The car ride back home was significantly less pleasant than the ride to the carnival. There was a heavy weight as we both considered what we'd said and heard today. I don't know what John was thinking, but I couldn't stop replaying what he'd said last in my mind. 

If you play your cards right, everything is going to be okay. 

I sighed, sinking into the car seat. I wanted to believe that Alex and I could be together, but he'd seemed more than happy to send me off with John. He actually encouraged me to date him, and told me that he knew I'd like him. It was beyond frustrating not knowing what he'd been thinking when he'd told me I should go. 

Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind. As we drove towards my apartment, it grew and developed, taking the right shape. I turned towards John, and quickly told him of my idea. The grin on his face told me that he approved. 

We both talked it over, sitting in his car and finalizing the details. We arrived at my apartment just as we had figured everything out. The wicked smile on my face matched the one on John's. 

He hugged me goodnight, maneuvering around the massive stuffed bear that I clutched in my arms, giving me a brotherly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for a fun night, John. We should do it again sometime."

He smiled back at me. "Yes, we should. You've been more fun than my last year of dating combined. I'll call you, alright?" 

I nodded, and gave him one final hug before heading up to my apartment. I snuggled the bear close to me, going over my plans in my head once I'd settled into bed for the night. 

One way or another, I was going to find out where I stood with Alex.

Whether he liked it or not.



His Kitten Again 06



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Chapter Six

~Alex~

I was miserable. 

Absolutely miserable. 

Emma had called this morning to tell me that she was going on another date with John. They had gone out every single night this week, as well as last week. After that first date, they'd decided that they'd hit it off. 

This meant that every night, I sat at home alone. I usually had the television on to provide background noise for my sulking, but I never actually watched it. Mostly I wandered around the house, moving things to different spots, then moving them back, in an attempt to distract myself. 

Why did I let him go out with her?

Oh come on, Alex, you know it's because you thought they weren't going to be compatible. Sure, John and Emma had potential to become close friends. But there was no way that they were suited to date in any way. 

Well, it just goes to show how little you actually know her. Obviously they were meant to be, and you're destined to become one of those bitter old men chasing kids off your lawn with a cane. 

Obviously. 

I let out a frustrated sigh. I'd tried going on a date, and it had ended awfully. I felt so bad for the poor girl who had to listen to me mope about Emma and John. She was very sweet, but declined politely when I asked her out for another date. I didn't blame her. I was a wreck right now, and I didn't even want to hang out with myself. There was no way I could expect someone else to want to. So, I sat alone at home, wondering just exactly what John and Emma were up to this night. 

Their first date had been my idea. I knew Emma wanted to go somewhere fun to get her mind off of things, and there was nothing more fun than a carnival. I'd also told him to bring her calla lilies, her absolute favorite flower. I knew she'd love them. 

After the first date, John didn't ask me for help on planning where to go. Emma always told me the morning after what they'd done, but I had to sit there all night thinking about everything they could possibly be doing. 

It lead to a rather hard night, which explained my misery. 

Things between Emma and John were progressing rapidly. He'd kissed her after their fourth date, which had been spent at a fancy restaurant, sipping wine in the candlelight. Emma told me that it was one of the most romantic things anyone had ever done for her. 

By their seventh date, John was staying later at her place than I thought was appropriate. Emma confided in me that she wasn't ready to actually sleep with him, but it looked like things were heading that way. I was livid that John was pressuring her to do things she wasn't ready for, but she reassured me that he was being a perfect gentleman and respecting her limits. 

Every date Emma told me about made me more miserable than the last. It seemed as though each thing they did was something I'd always dreamed of doing with Emma. I loved telling her the dates I'd planned for the two of us if she ever came here, and now John was taking away my chance to do them with her. It was hard to deal with. 

I hated feeling this out of control with the situation. At least before, I was able to control what I was doing, and I knew why I was doing it. Now, everything felt disoriented. I didn't know what to do, all I knew is that I wanted to do something to get my Emma back. 

I sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh, strengthening my resolve. When Emma called me tonight, I would ask her to come over. I would tell her how I felt, and if she didn't feel the same way, then I would need to let her and John have their happily ever after, and try my best to be happy for them as well. Either way, after tonight, everything would be on the table. 

But for now, I was miserable. 

Absolutely miserable. 

~Emma~

I was miserable.

Absolutely miserable. 

I was sprawled out across my couch, barely listening to the television that John had turned on sometime during the past few hours. He was sitting on the ground, watching it intently while I impatiently counted the minutes until I could call Alex and tell him how the date had gone. 

Don't get me wrong, I adore spending time with John. But it was obvious that he was not the one for me. We had both figured it out after that very first date, and we'd talked about it on the way home. He knew that I loved Alex, and so did I. I just didn't know how Alex felt about me. 

We'd devised this plan to figure it out. We were pretending that John and I were hitting it off. Every night for the past two weeks, John and I had gone out on a "date." I'd told John about everything Alex had imagined doing with me, and we fed those same ideas back to him. 

Let's get something straight here: John and I didn't ever go on a real date after that first one. Mostly, we sat at my place while he gave me chocolates and I cried and moped. He was like my best friend, and although I felt bad for dragging him through this, he didn't seem to mind too terribly. 

"I can tell you're thinking about him again," I heard John say. I turned to look at him, groaning. He was looking up at me with worried eyes, his brow creasing in concern. 

"I can't help it. How much longer do you think we're going to have to do this until something happens?" I whined. John laughed, patting my head from his place on the ground. 

"It's okay Emma. He'll cave soon enough, and then you'll basically have the rest of your life to make him pay you back for it. Alright?" He was trying to appease me, like he did every night. I could tell that he was a little bit worried that Alex hadn't responded to the situation yet, but he didn't want to say anything that might worry me. 

I didn't respond, and instead popped one of the chocolates that he'd brought into my mouth. He sighed and turned back to the television, grabbing one of the chocolates for himself. 

We sat like that for another couple of hours, occasionally breaking away from the television to chat for a little bit. John was funny, and like I always did, I resented the fact that I didn't feel anything other than friendship towards him. I was sure he'd be a great partner in life, but I knew that Alex was the one for me. 

Finally, eleven o'clock at night came. We both stood, like we did every night, stretching out the kinks we had from lounging around. I then led him to the door and hugged him goodnight. I always watched to make sure he got to his car safely before firmly shutting and locking up my apartment.

I sat there for a few minutes, before reaching for the phone. It was an unhealthy obsession, but every night I called Alex after John left. Tonight was no different, and I quickly dialed his number. 

"Hello?" It was Alex. Good lord he sounded terrible. 

"Hey. It's me."

"Emma. I need you..." My breath caught. Did he really just say that? "To come over.." he finished. 

"Oh. Okay. What's up?" I was a little worried about him. He really sounded awful, worse than any other time that we'd talked. I hoped that something hadn't happened to him. 

"Please come..."

"Okay, okay, I'm on my way right now. I'll be there in just a few minutes, I promise." I was searching through my purse for keys as I spoke to him, finally pulling them out and slinging my bag over my shoulder. "I'm leaving now, okay? I'll be there in less than five minutes."

I quickly hung up, and rushed out to my car. My heart was racing as I thought of every reason why he would ask me to come over. Oh god, please don't let him be hurt!

I sped over to his house, breaking ever traffic law known to man. I'm normally a very good, reasonable driver, but panic over Alex drove me to drive crazily. I parked hastily, and ran to his door. I didn't bother to knock and simply shoved the door open.  

"Alex!" I yelled, looking around the room frantically. Breath, Emma. He's fine, you know he's fine. He probably just wanted to ask you in person how the date went. I took a deep breath and walked into the house with trepidation. 

I didn't see him anywhere on the first floor, so I made my way up to the second floor. I peeked in the bathroom, but didn't see him. He must be in his bedroom, I decided. 

As I walked down the hall, a flood of memories came over me. Him holding me while I cried into his shoulder. Thinking of him coming into the room while I slept. Telling him about the miscarriage. I shuddered. I didn't think about the miscarriage too often. It was still very painful to think that a poor, unborn baby had to be brought into this. But when I did think of the miscarriage, I knew that the child had saved my life. It took having a miscarriage to get me to realize that Jordan was abusive, and that I couldn't put up with it any longer. 

I remembered his reaction when I'd told him about the miscarriage. Shock, anger, and then compassion. He was livid not only that Jordan had done this, but that I'd allowed it to get that far. He was so firm in his belief that no one ever deserved to be abused, no matter what. Alex always encouraged me to not do anything I didn't feel completely safe and comfortable with, and I'd ignored him by being with Jordan. 

Finding Alex again was sheer luck. Yes, it was stupid dumb luck. But it's what I needed to shock me out of it. I'd planned to run from Jordan, but it was his memory that spurred me into action. It was his words that told me that I deserved better than what I'd been getting from Jordan. And if I was lucky enough, he would be the one to give me everything that was better than before. 

I pushed open the door to his bedroom. Alex sat on the bed, staring at the wall. He didn't seem to really notice me for a few long moments. "Alex?" I called out. He turned towards me, a huge grin on his face. 

"Hey. Emma. There you are."

"Alex, are you okay? You worried me..." I let my voice trail off, trying to not show him how scared I'd been. He'd sounded so terrible, and all the ideas of what might have happened to him had flooded into my mind. 

"Just tired. I've been sleeping like crap since you moved out." He did sound worn out, and I started to make my apologies, getting ready to leave so that he could sleep. "No, Emma, stay. We need to talk." 

I stopped in the doorway to his bedroom, intrigued. "What do you want to talk about, Alex?" I said carefully, making my way over to him. He patted the bed next to where he sat, indicating that I should sit there. I did. 

"Emma..." His voice was like a gentle caress, and I longed to lean into him, to feel his arms come around me. 

"Alex..." Before I knew what was happening, I felt his lips on mine. There was a burning flare of passion ignited inside of me, but he pulled away much too soon. I frowned, wanting him to kiss me again. 

He pulled away from me completely, and scooted off the bed. He began pacing across the room, running his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You're dating John, and I had no right to do that either way. I'm so sorry Emma. I just don't know what to do with you." He sounded stressed.

I hopped off the bed and walked over to him, leaning in and kissing him before he could stop me. It was a deep and breathless kiss, and I couldn't help but moan into it. "We were never dating you idiot," I gasped breathlessly, pulling away. 

He looked confused, and I didn't want to explain right then. "Now, as for what you should do," I paused and leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear. "You should tie me to the bed, and do whatever you please... Sir."

I could hear him groan, and felt his big strong hands push me onto the bed. I went without a fight, feeling a wave of submission come over me. I was sprawled out on his bed when his rough, stern voice interrupted my thoughts. "Stay, Emma."

I nodded eagerly, and forced myself to hold still. I wanted to squirm, run to him and beg him to touch me again, to kiss me again. Just everything. I heard him ruffling things around in his closet, and it took all of my will power to not look. His footsteps came back into the room, and I felt the roughness of cords on my wrist. I couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped me. 

"Do you trust me, Emma?" He asked, stroking my wrist with a feather-light touch. I nodded quickly. Of course I trusted him. He'd been the one to get me out of danger, and I knew he would keep me there. "Do you..." He paused and took a deep, shuddering breath. "Do you remember your safeword?" 

I nodded again. It was a fairly simple, common safeword. Red. I didn't like using it, but I knew that he would stop everything if I even uttered the word. Once I'd nodded, I felt the cord on my wrist draw tight, and my arm stretched above my head towards the corner of the bed. 

Once he moved away from that wrist, I gently tugged, testing my leverage. I could move enough to still be comfortable, but not much at all. Alex had stopped at my feet, and was taking off my shoes. He dropped both of them to the ground, and tied more cord around each ankle, stretching them both towards their respective corners. He then made his way up to my other wrist, and carefully bound that in place. 

I couldn't move at all, and a feeling of peace and calm settled over me. Everything was up to him now, and he could do anything he wanted with me. I squirmed at the possibilities. I was tied up, just like I'd been in my dream, and I was his. 

"Please sir..." I began, the excitement I felt filling my voice. I took a deep breath, and tried to begin again, but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. Despite everything we'd been through, I was shy at heart, and it was coming out as I was tied to his bed. A blush crept up my cheeks, and I lowered my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at him.

I felt his fingers stroking my warm cheek. "So beautiful," he murmured, leaning down and brushing a kiss there. I shivered under his lips, wanting to feel them everywhere on me. "Now, Emma. You're tied up, and I could do anything I wanted to you right now." I couldn't help but smile at that. 

"Would you like to know what I'm going to do?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling my neck. I whimpered, and nodded. He pulled back, looking over me. "We're going to talk."

"What?" I shrieked, unable to hold back the whine. He frowned at me, and I could feel the disapproval radiating off him in waves. I lowered my eyes. "Sorry sir..."

"We're going to talk because that's the thing that we both need the most right now. I know you want to be fucked, I know you want me to touch you. But all of those things can come later. Right now, we need to establish a firm base of trust and we need to clear up everything that's happened these past few weeks. Understood?" His tone of voice left no room for argument, and I found myself nodding in agreement.

"That's my good girl." I shivered in pleasure. He had the most wonderful voice imaginable, and I loved being his good girl. 

"Now, you tell me exactly why you lied to me, and don't even think about holding anything back," he ordered.

"I... I wanted to make you jealous sir. I thought that it would make you want me to see me with someone else..." I let my voice trail off, realizing how ridiculous I sounded. The plan had been stupid, but I'd been desperate. I hoped that he would understand that. 

His laughter surprised me, and I looked up at him. His eyes were sparkling, and a grin adorned his face. "Oh kitten, I've always wanted you. I just didn't want to push you to do something you weren't ready for." He reached down and stroked my cheek again, and I leaned into it happily. "There better not be a next time, but if there's ever anything you want, just come talk to me about it." 

I couldn't keep myself from blurting out, "Just like you came and talked to me sir?" I instantly regretted saying what I had, and I clamped my mouth down tightly. My cheeks flamed red again, and I wanted to bury my face in his bed and die. 

His eyebrows pushed down low on his face. "Fair enough. I suppose I deserved that one. But remember, kitten. I don't tolerate disrespect. Teasing is fine, enjoyable even. Just remember that I'm in charge here, and you should respect me." 

"Yes sir. Sorry sir."

"Don't be sorry. You had a fair point, so all is forgiven. Just remember in the future. Understood?" His corrections were firm but gentle, and I nodded happily. I was more than content with being reprimanded, especially when he'd mentioned there being a future. 

"Good girl. Now, would you tell me how you managed to rope my best friend into all of this?" He seemed frustrated about this point specifically, so I knew I needed to defend John's actions. I didn't want Alex being upset with John, especially when he'd only been trying to help.

"I told John how much I loved you, and he wanted you to have that kind of love. Apparently you sounded a little jealous on the phone when he told you about the date, so he thought if he could get you more jealous, you'd finally crack and do something about it sir. He just wanted you to be happy." Alex's face smoothed, and he even smiled some.

"He's a good friend, I suppose. Even if he did have me thinking that he'd stolen my kitten away from me." We both laughed a little bit, and I felt his fingers trail across my stomach. I shivered a little, looking up at him with desire. 

"Not yet," came his firm reminder, along with a flick on my armpit. It stung a little, but faded quickly. "We're not done talking yet, kitten. You need to behave so that we can finish."

I nodded, pouting a little. He chuckled and brushed his lips over mine. "Wipe the pout off your face. All good things will come in their own time, and don't you forget it."

I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. Alex was right. We needed to get everything out in the open before we would be ready to have an actual relationship. This was important. "What else do we need to talk about sir?" I asked. 

"I need to know if you're actually ready, Emma. I know you think you're confident in your own choices. But I want you to take five minutes. Really, truly think about. Are you sure you're ready to give yourself to another man. I mean, for all you know, I'm just like any other man you've ever met. There's never any guarantees that you'll be completely safe with me, other than my word. So, take these five minutes. Really, really think. I'll come back, and I expect and thought out answer, understood?"

I nodded, and watched him leave the room. I didn't like seeing him go, but I understood that we both needed this. Alex giving me this opportunity reaffirmed my trust in him, and I took the five minutes thinking over everything we'd done, everything we'd said, and how I could really show him how much I trusted him. 

After five minutes, he came back in and sat in-between my spread legs. He looked at me intently, waiting for me to start.

"I trust you Alex. There are so many reasons why it's impossible to not trust you. Finding you here, it was like a dream come true. I was hurting, and you became my friend. You took care of me, you helped me to get on my own feet and do the things that I felt like I needed to do in order to become independent and stable again. 

"I think that's what I really needed. A friend who would encourage me to do the things I felt were important. I think that our friendship is very important. Having it gives us something to fall back on. It gives us stability, and it's so reassuring to know that you're not just my Master, you're my friend. 

"Being my friend has also given me the confidence that you will do what's best for me. Talking with you today, I know that you wanted more than friendship. But you were willing to be just friends and nothing more because it was what I needed. You put my needs above your wants in order to take care of me. 




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"That's why I trust you. Because you've given me every reason to do so. I can't imagine trusting anyone more than I trust you. You want the best for me, and I know that you would never hurt me. I have a safeword, I know I'm completely safe when I'm with you. So please, sir, please..." I trailed off, getting needy again. I couldn't even finish the sentence.

Alex smirked down at me, tracing a lovely hand across my stomach. "So now that I've got you all tied up, and you trust me... what am I going to do with my beautiful little kitten?"



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I am so sorry for the massive delay in getting this chapter to you guys! Things have been so incredibly hectic around here, and I've had literally no down time. I'm sneaking in writing as it is. So, sorry about that. This last chapter will be a lot shorter than the others, but I hope with all my heart, even though some things might not be the way you imagined them, that you still enjoy the final chapter of His Kitten Again.

~shysubmissivegirl~

Chapter Seven

~John~ 

It was hard to fume on a day that was supposed to be happy. At the same time, it was hard to smile on a day that was filled with so many discouraging reminders. I stood next to Alex, both of us decked out in our finest, and watched as Emma lithely made her way down the aisle.

She was a knockout, that was for sure. Her face glowed, and I'm sure Alex was just as pleased. For me, it was hard to manage even a half-smile. I'd known this day was coming for quite some time, I just hadn't expected it to be quite this difficult. 

When you love two people as much as I loved Alex and Emma, the happiest day of their lives should at least be happy for you. But it only served as a constant reminder that I was still alone. All of my efforts into finding my one true love had been entirely fruitless. All of my adventures and flings with women hadn't managed to do the one thing I truly craved—give me someone to come home to at night. 

Emma finished sashaying her way up the aisle, and I could already see the tears forming in his eyes. I forced myself to set aside my selfishness and focus on the ceremony. It was the least I could do for these two.

The preacher started speaking, the words rousing the feeling of loneliness inside of me again. He spoke of commitment and love, and finding one's true partner in life. I wanted all of that, and yet, I had none of it. The feeling weighed on me even as I tried to be happy. 

Tears were streaming down Emma's face, and I watched as Alex reached out and gently wiped them away with his thumb. My heart lurched, and I longed to find a woman I could do that for. She smiled shakily at his as the preacher announced that they had written their own vows for each other. 

"My dear Emma. It's hard to even express how much love I have for you. If anyone had asked me the day after you left, I never would have thought that I'd find myself here, the luckiest man alive. But, as fate would have it, you came back to me. Thing haven't been easy, I'll admit. But if it had been easy, then I wouldn't know how much I love you. I can say with complete surety that I will be there for you, even when it seems as though all hell has broken lose and is waiting to consume us. Because we've been through hell already, and we're still here, and I still love you. 

"Yes it's been hard. Yes, it will still be hard. But I know that no matter what we face, we'll get through it together. There's no one else that I'd rather go through life with. No one else that touches my heart like you do. You make me feel alive, Emma. You make my heart soar like it never has before. And I will always cherish you. I promise you that." To everyone else in the chapel, it must have sounded like he'd stopped there. Only Emma and I could have heard the whispered, almost silent, "kitten" he slipped in at the very end.

Tears were coursing down Emma's face, and she had to take several deep breaths in order to calm herself enough to continue. "Alex, I don't even know what to say. You sure are hard to follow. I had a lovely speech all ready, and once you started talking, it all flew out of my mind. You have a way of doing that to me. Of making me forget everything, of making all my fuss for perfection go away, because with you, it doesn't matter if I'm perfect. I know that I'm perfectly in love with you, and that's all I need. 

"You're right. We have been through hell. But together, we can always make it through. I love you with everything I am, and I'm so glad that fate gave me the nudge I needed to come back to you. You're my everything. My days are brighter and my life is fuller because of you. Everything that I have is yours, and I wouldn't want it any other way." Cheeky little thing that she is, she mouthed "sir" to finish it off, copying his addition of "kitten."

I shed a few tears with my friends as their vows to each other ended. I finally pushed my jealousy away in order to celebrate with everyone else. When Alex and Emma kissed, I cheered with everyone else present as the small ceremony. I blushed when Alex deepened it more than was probably appropriate for company. And I grinned when he came up for air, and immediately turned to hug me. 

My two best friends, married and happy.

Damn I wanted that. 

We took some cheesy pictures and posed in front of a backdrop in order to remember the day. I tried my best to smile pretty for the camera, but the whole time I worried about the possibility of having something stuck in my teeth and ruining all of the photos. 

After that, we headed to the reception space. Alex had pulled out all the stops, insisting in the highest-end area he could find. He'd settled on one of the tallest buildings in the city. The entire top floor was open space, with large, dominating windows that looked out on the skyline. In the darkening light, it was impossibly romantic. 

When everyone had arrived, the processions began. Food was served, and was delicious. Emma and Alex had magnificent taste, and had chosen the most incredible array of food I'd ever seen. There was something for everyone. 

After dinner, most of the tables were pushed back some to create some space for dancing. Emma and Alex kicked everything off by sharing their first dance, and I couldn't help but catcall at the very end of it. By the looks on both of their faces, I knew they didn't mind too terribly. 

Once their first dance ended, the festivities began. The dance floor was flooded, and I tried not to look too desperate in my search for a single girl to dance with. A few girls came up to me, and I asked several of them to dance, but my heart wasn't really in it. They were all tipsy, if not beyond that, and I knew that they were all nothing more than the one-night-stands that no longer seemed to satisfy me. 

Still, I danced, and tried my best to have a good time. I knew Alex and Emma were constantly looking at me, trying to ensure that I wasn't miserable the whole night. I did my best to not ruin their day, but dancing with drunk girls who wanted a fling in bed didn't boost my morale too much.

Alex and Emma finally decided to head out for the night, which meant that the party quickly settled down. We cheered for them as they ran out to their getaway car, which would take them to the fanciest hotel downtown. Emma still didn't know about that, but Alex had confessed the location of the honeymoon to me while he was getting ready. 

I was happy for them, but as I looked down at the drunk girl clinging to my arm, my heart was breaking. 

God, why couldn't I have that? 

Why? 

They pulled away, and I shook the cheap girl off of me. I wanted nothing to do with her, and it didn't faze me when she pouted and cried. I simply walked away, feeling empty inside.

Alex and Emma were brilliant together. They were incredibly happy, and from the sly comments Alex made, things in the bedroom were working out more than fine. He sure didn't have a single complaint. She loved him and he loved her. It was all perfect and great and amazing and... exactly what I wanted. 

I knew in my mind that there was a girl out there for me. A girl that I just had to be patient in order to find. Maybe she was shy, or maybe she was unsure of what she wanted right now. Either way, I knew she had to at least exist. My problem was finding her. 

Well, that and I wasn't in the mood to be patient. It could very well be that she'd just had a messy breakup and wasn't ready to be involved with someone quite yet. But I didn't want to be logical right now and think about it that way. I wanted my girl to be here, with me, right now. 

With a sigh, I shoved the thoughts clear from my mind. Dwelling on them did me no good, and I knew it. I just needed to be patient, even though it was hard. It would all work out if I could just do that. I'd end up with a girl who suited me as much as Emma suited Alex.

They were perfect together, in every sense of the word. Two puzzle pieces that not only fit together, but completed the puzzle in the best way possible. Their connection was impossible to describe in words. 

There was really only one way to put it.

He was hers, and she was his kitten again.

~The End~

Hey everyone, so I hoped you were okay with the ending to HKA. I'll admit, I didn't want to end it this way. But it was either this, or make you wait a month at least for the ending. I thought this was better.

Never fear, Alex and Emma will be brought up in my next series, featuring John. There's still a lot that's unresolved, and I assure you, it will be addressed. I only hope it'll be in a way that you enjoy. I also promise that the next series will be a bit spicier in the sex area ;) 

I hope you'll take the time to read through it, and leave some more of your encouraging and uplifting comments. Even the ones with criticism are amazing, and they all make me smile.

This next series is still about a month, maybe two away. I'll be out of town for about the next month, so that's why this chapter is how it is, as well as the long delay being as long as it is.

Thanks again for going on this journey with me, and I hope you'll tune back in for my next series!

~shysubmissivegirl~