His Broken Submissive : Mercy

45 Naughty Little Kitten

Falling asleep was both easy and impossible. I felt like a kid on Christmas eve, knowing the sooner I went to bed the sooner Christmas morning would come!

Except morning left me waiting... alone.

Jonathan is downtown somewhere dealing with an emergency at one of his projects. I've already done everything I can here so just clean up, having made blueberry muffins.

They're Igor's favourite. At first, having security was weird but they're great at just being around without being in the way. Most of the time they're out front in their car when Jonathan is home. Igor only comes in when he's away.

My phone vibrates on the counter and I literally jump to answer it.

Jonathan: On my way home. I expect you ready and waiting when I get there.

My throat parches instantly. I reread the message and feel my heart begin to race. I've done everything to distract myself but now there's no stopping my mind.

"Everything good?" Igor asks from the doorway.

"Um, yup," I blurt out. "It's just Jonathan, letting me know he's on his way... think I'm gonna go upstairs and um... freshen up."

Igor nods and I practically run upstairs. I doubt there's even fifteen minutes before he gets back so I rush to make myself presentable. Not knowing what he has in mind I opt to braid my hair.

I don't miss that he has the cuffs along with a new, matching collar displayed on top of his trunk. A car pulls up, warning me I'm out of time so I shrug out of the silk robe and kneel into position waiting for him.

"Mr. Fletcher," Igor greets.

"Thank you, Igor, I can take it from here." My heart hammers, hearing Jonathan's authoritative voice as he dismisses our security.

Each footfall on the step leaves me tenser and tenser as Jonathan approaches.

"Mmmm," he murmurs in approval. I remain frozen in place as he walks around the bedroom, not given permission to move.

From the corner of my eye, I see him toss his jacket on the chair, followed by his tie, then he kicks off his shoes before moving in front of me. I tremble with anticipation, delighting when he lifts my chin to face him.

"I hope you're well-rested, Bella, today is going to test you," he warns. My body clenches, eager to meet this test head-on.

"I look forward to it, Sir."

Jonathan grins and works on undoing his shirt sleeves before peeling the garment off. My mouth waters, watching his muscles flex.

He chuckles and moves behind me. I hear the collar buckle clunk on the trunk and then feel his fingers wrap around my neck. His firm pressure guides me how he wants me.

Cold leather brushes my heated skin, setting off goosebumps in its wake as he fastens it in place. Next, he moves in front of me and holds out his hand for mine.

"I've been looking forward to this, Bella." There's a dark edge to his voice that makes me clench. Already I can feel heat pooling between my thighs.

I'm speechless, my attention solely focused on him as he brings his lips to my wrist, placing a soft kiss on my tender skin. Next, he wraps the cuff in place, making sure to press the tab into my palm and repeats the process with my other wrist.

His gaze is nearly black as it devours me. I struggle to sit still but it feels like an eternity that he leaves me waiting.

"What was your tally, Bella?" He asks, his voice strained and gravely.