The Primal's Kitten

Chapter Twelve

The week went quickly, work was a constant busy stream of things to get done, especially once the new moulds arrived, giving us a chance to get ahead on a few things. I was thankful when we finished up with another great day and still managed to wrap it up early because I was still waiting for John to text my task for the day. I ate a late lunch and hopped in the shower while I waited for him, not wanting to wait until the last moment to get ready for our date if I could help it. Once I got out of the shower, I checked my phone, and there it was. *I hope you’re ready for tonight. Wear a dress, no leggings, I want to go over some things with you tonight. See you at 6* I shook my head, not understanding the man’s obsession with what I wear on my legs, but I wasn’t going to argue especially if he had the fire going again tonight.  *Yes Sir, see you tonight!* 

I took an extra long shower again since it seemed John had a thing for me being clean shaved when I was with him. Just another of his quirks, I guess, not that I minded spending the extra time on myself. It’s the little things, right? Almost an hour later I was stepping out of the shower and smoothing curl cream through my hair before wrapping it in an old t-shirt to dry while I went to dig through my closet for a dress he had not yet seen me in. I finally chose a soft white overall dress and put a black turtleneck shirt under it since I wanted to make sure I was going to be at least somewhat warm if he didn’t have the fire going tonight. Mascara, eyeliner, and a little lip gloss finished off the look and I finally let my hair down, watching with a little thrill as a cascade of lavender fell down my back to settle in loose curls. Perfect. I had just enough time to run downstairs and put my boots on before there was a knock at the front door, which Lish answered since Gavin was busy in the kitchen making dinner and I was hopping around on one foot trying to pull my second boot on. I blushed when I saw John staring at me, though he chuckled and shook his head. “Ready to go?” He seemed in a good mood and that eased some of the worry I always carried so I nodded and smiled at him. “I am! Have a good night you two!” I called out to Gavin and Lish as I left, picking up my purse before I stepped through the door. John opened the car door for me as usual, but when I settled into the seat and had buckled myself in, I turned to find John leaning into the car. He slapped my thigh, hard, his mouth right beside my ear, his words hissing through his teeth. “Have I not told you to call me Sir?” His voice sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could answer, he had slapped my other thigh, making me jump. He stood up and shut the door on me before walking around and getting in behind the wheel. 

This night was already not going well, I had upset him. Tears swam in my eyes as I peeked over at him while he drove, silent for a good five minutes, his whole focus on the road, knuckles white where his fingers gripped the steering wheel. “Are you going to explain to me why you didn’t call me Sir?” He finally asked and his voice suddenly filling the cab of the car startled me out of my spiralling thoughts. “I didn’t mean to! I’m just not used to it yet,” I replied, my voice small. He lashed out, right hand leaving the wheel to slap my exposed thigh and I yelped, reaching to cover my stinging skin with my hands. I heard him growl in annoyance and I cringed, dropping my gaze as he reached into his pocket once we were stopped at a red light. “Give me your hands, right now.” I drew my hands to my chest, my eyes wide. “Why?” He was glaring at me as he let out another menacing growl, nothing like the delightful sound I had heard in my dreams. This was barely contained rage and violence. “Now.” I was too afraid to say anything else, so I offered my wrists, which he slapped a pair of metal handcuffs on, tightening them too much. I whimpered when he grabbed my wrists and pulled them up and over the headrest, straining my muscles and making me arch my back to be somewhat comfortable. “So disobedient tonight, I’m disappointed in you.” His hand connected to my thighs twice, harder than before, leaving them stinging and red. “I’m sorry Sir, I’ll be better,” I said as he hit me twice more, the tears that had been controlled by my lower lashes now spilled over. That seemed to appease him slightly and he put his right hand back on the wheel until we pulled into his garage. 

He reached over and released my hands from the cuffs before he stuffed them back in his pocket. Did he just carry them around all the time, or had he expected to need to use them tonight? If that was the case, then he had misled me about what tonight was for. Maybe he had planned something more amusing before I had displeased him? I could only hope I was right as we stepped out of the car and he let me into the house once the door was unlocked. I left my boots by the door and went to sit on the couch while John stoked the fire and called for dinner. He didn’t even ask me what I wanted, just ordered and hung up as if I was invisible. I hadn’t expected it to be this hard to have a Dom, and I was struggling, though I kept telling myself that he only wanted to teach me, things would get better. He sat in an old leather wingback chair near the fireplace, watching me curiously as I tried to tug my dress down a bit over my still red thighs. “I have a few ideas for the party. I was thinking we would start with a bit of rope, I’d like to suspend you, maybe a bit of predicament bondage, what do you think?” I wasn’t sure what that last part was, but I was sure it was something I would be able to handle. “That sounds good, Sir. I’ve never been suspended before.” I admitted the last bit a little shyly but was saved from saying anything more by the arrival of dinner. 

John loaded and set plates on the coffee table, setting a glass of water down with mine and a glass of wine down with his. I looked at him, but he scowled at me so I tucked my head down again, not wanting to make him mad again. He had gotten us a mix of things from a place nearby and I couldn’t hide the way my nose scrunched up when I smelled cooked meat. “This place has some of the best specials in town, I think you’ll like it.” He gave me a pointed look and I smiled. “Thank you for ordering dinner, Sir.” I didn’t know what else to say, even if my stomach was already lurching. I was happy to eat the salad, mac and cheese, and broccoli on my plate, but right there in the middle, touching everything, was a small portion of steak. I took a deep breath and began to eat, taking small bites of the steak and hiding them in other foods so that I wouldn’t taste the meat so heavily. It wasn’t helping much but I powered through the plate not long after John had finished his own meal. We spoke for a bit longer about his ideas for the play party and then moved on to chattering about the munch and other things like work and family, though the longer I sat, the more nauseous I became. I hadn’t eaten meat in almost three years and the sudden appearance of red meat in my stomach was not going over well. I felt cold but I could tell I was sweating and beginning to shake, and when I began to salivate heavily, I excused myself to the bathroom. 

I tried to be as quiet as I could while emptying my stomach of everything I had just eaten, knelt on the floor as I tried to hold back my own hair. Lovely. This was not what I wanted or expected out of the evening, but perhaps he would take my aversion to meat more seriously in the future now that I had gotten sick. When I was sure I was done, I got my hands wet in cold water and patted my face gently, swishing water in my mouth as well and spitting it in the sink. John was still sitting in the chair, watching the fire when I stepped back into the living room. “Did you not find dinner to your liking? You could have said something.” He sounded angry and the tone of his voice made me want to shrink into the floor. “That’s not it at all! As I said, I haven’t eaten meat in years and it can make people sick to suddenly have it again.” I bit my lip as I made my case, unsure why he was mad at me for getting sick. “And you forget so easily. Disobedient and overly dramatic this evening, it seems I need to teach you another lesson in how a submissive is supposed to act.” 

I shook my head but he rose out of the chair and advanced on me while I scrambled off the couch and around behind it. He looked so mad, and I didn’t think it was right that he should punish me like this but he kept coming toward me, his steps slow and methodical. This was nothing like my dreams, was this how I was supposed to feel? He cornered me in the dining room and grabbed me by the hair, curling his fist into my curls and gripping hard enough to make me cry out as he dragged me down the hall toward a closed bedroom door. He turned the doorknob with his free hand and stepped inside, flicking the light switch beside the door. It wasn’t a bedroom after all, but a small play space. There was a cross in the corner to the left, and a bench in the corner to the right while the middle of the room remained open, a ring bolted into the ceiling. He hauled me over to the bench and pushed me down on it, bending me over the higher edge. I squirmed and huffed, begging him to let me go. “You’ve earned every mark I’ll leave on you tonight. I do not understand why it’s so difficult for you to learn your place.” His voice made ice form in the pit of my stomach as I was held with my cheek pressed hard to the leather and he reached out with his free hand to take a leather tawse from the wall. “Do you not want to be my submissive? Do you have no respect for the relationship I have so graciously offered you?” He asked almost calmly, though my answer was cut off when the first strike of the tawse landed against the curve of my butt. I yelped and squirmed, but it only made him grip my hair tighter and press me down on the bench harder. He struck me until I cried, begging him to stop as I sobbed and apologized over and over again. 

John left me where I slid to the floor and went to clear the dinner dishes, no verbal or physical comfort given after the punishment I had endured. I got up when I heard his keys jingle, wiped my face, and went to gather my purse and put on my boots since it seemed the night was over. I felt terrible. John acted as if nothing had happened and made idle chatter in my direction as he drove me home, paying no mind to the fact that I used my arms to leverage myself off the seat for the whole drive. When we pulled up outside my house, John even got out and walked me to the door, kissing me goodnight before stroking my hair and walking back to his car while I let myself into the house. There were still a few lights on downstairs, but I could hear music coming from Lish and Gavin’s room so I knew they were busy so I turned the lights out, got myself a glass of water, and headed to my room to console myself. I couldn’t even bring myself to take a bath and trying to get my panties off without touching my raw and welted skin was a feat all its own. I stood naked in the mirror and looked at the damage before washing my face though I had cried most of my makeup off during my punishment. With a deep sigh of disappointment in myself, I turned off the light in my bathroom and climbed between the sheets, laying out on my stomach in an attempt to find some level of comfort as I slept, not that I imagined I would find any.