Chapter 218: I Am Not A Child
Chapter 218: I Am Not A Child
Kingston
Finding and selecting clothes for Angelia to wear outside of a scene normally fell into the master/slave dynamic. In a way, in a relationship between a master and a slave one cloud say they were always in a scene because the slave was constantly under their master's control as opposed to a dominant and submissive who left the scene behind once it was done which meant the master always had to meet his or her slave's needs so they could be properly taken care of. Of course, choosing what their slaves wear wasn't just about taking care of them, but it was also about control. Master carved control in all things, even control in what their slave wears.
Having noticed how much she has shivered today, I choses a pair of fleece-lined sweatpants, along with a sweater and fluffy socks. In case she felt the need to shower or change her underwear before dinner, I also picked up a pair of boy shorts but skipped the bra, knowing some women find it uncomfortable and something they can't wait to get off as soon as they get back home. Fúck, I know how I had picked up that tidbit without having had a sister or girlfriend. When I returned to the bedroom, she had woken up but was still in the same position as she was, clearly still trying to awake. She gave me a strained smile when she saw me that betrayed how beat she was.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked, placing the clothing on a chair close to the bed.
“Yes, I could have probably slept until tomorrow if Marshall hadn't woken me up. I don't know what is happening to me, I have never been this tired before.”
“It is natural, you have been through quite an ordeal.” Marshall said beneath her, he was still stroking her back, seemingly not in a hurry to get up, not that I could blame him.
“Did you even get a full night's sleep these past weeks?” I asked, unfamiliar worry gnawed at me as I took in the bags underneath her eyes.
I didn't like seeing something I could fix instantly, but damn if I wouldn't keep trying until she looked refreshed and glowing again.
“Weirdly, the night you and Riccardo were in my apartment, I slept the entire night after you guys left. But other than that, no, I can't remember if I have.”
I took that as a no, one night, out of too many was hardly enough.
“We will make sure you get plenty of rest.” I promise.
“But first, you need to eat.”
She tried to suppress her grimace but I could see right through her smile.
“I am not really that hungry…..hey?” She called out, shocked when I dragged the blanket off them.
She was only in a pair of panties and the t-shirt she had on earlier today. Goosebumps peppered her skin, but it wouldn't for long.
“Come here.” I ordered her, patting the edge of the bed.
It looked like she wanted to object, but one look from me and she shut her mouth. With slow movement, she made it over to me. Grabbing the sweater, I made a move to put it on her.
“Eh…” she began awkwardly.
“I can dress myself, I am tired but not that tired.”
“I don't mind,” I said honestly.
In fact, a part of me found more satisfaction at helping her dress herself than undressing her would have. It was the meaning behind it, one you did for selfish reasons while the other was only for her.
“Raise your arms.”
Like a pretty little doll, she held her hand up, making it easier for me to pull the sweater on. It was a blue one and I almost fell into her gaze as the color brought out her eyes. Beautiful wasn't enough to describe how she looked.
“Do you need to change your panties?” I asked and got just a tiny bit amused when she blushed.
“N..no,” she stammered.
“They are clean.” She added.
Nodding, I grabbed the sweatpants, as I was dragging the fabric up her legs, I could feel her gaze on me, prodding, searching like she was looking for reason for my actions. The only reason I had was to tend to our girl. When I got to her upper thigh, she rose enough to let me slide it all the way up. Marshall was forgotten and with how quiet he was, I was sure he was meant to be a fly on the wall, intruding on our moment. Lastly were her socks, and I took my time as I took her cold feet in my hands and began massaging first one and then the other, returning some of the blood circulation. A near silent moan broke out of her and I could sense some of the tension she was carrying slowly dissipate.
There was something growing between us at that moment, though I couldn't quite put a name to it, it wasn't sexual but something more. My eyes slipped from hers, down to her lips and I took in the fullness of them and remembered how soft they were against my demanding ones, like even the shape of her lips were made to submit to mine. I didn't know why I suddenly wanted that kiss, as if I would starve to death if I didn't get it. It wasn't because I wanted to get my dick into her, or to take control over her. It was almost like a craving, like the physical proof that something more than were presently tying us together. My brows knotted at the realization of what this more was but fuck if I was ready to utter that word, that feeling. Mentally shaking my head, I finished dressing her.
“There, now let's go eat.” My voice was harsh.
A reminder to both her and me that whatever was between us, it was never going to be like what she had with the other guys. I could never be a soft man for her. All the softness I might have once had in me been hacked and filed down until all that reminded were razor sharp edges and cutting corners
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Angelia was hardly eating, I had made her salmon both because I knew how much she likes it but also because ur was high in energy. The two pieces on her plate were still practically whole, you could barely see that someone had taken a bite of it. I wasn't the only one watching her closely, both Riccardo and Marshall were keeping an eye on her too, making sure she was eating enough and the bites she had taken wasn't it. I didn't give a fuck if she felt our watchful gaze, we wouldn't leave this damn table until she had finished at least one of the salmon fillet.
I knew we weren't her dominant anymore, or had any rightful control over her but if I would ever let my angel starve herself, no matter how unconscious her starvation might be.
“Eat more,” I said when she placed the knife and fork down, signaling that she was done.
“I am not a child.” She grumbled.
“I can decide how much I can eat myself.”
“Hmmm,” Riccardo hummed in disbelief.
“Is that why you seem to have lost about twenty pounds in only a few weeks? Honey, you need to take better care of yourself or we will do it for you.”
So, it seemed Riccardo had stopped taking the observing role and gotten back to his bossy self. It is about damn time, I was sick and tired of him acting like a completely different person. Her brows scrunched up at the mention of her weight, till now, it had been a topic we had avoided talking about but it needed to be mentioned. She was starting to look unhealthy and it wasn't something to be ignored and brushed under the carpet if we wanted to help her.
“I know…” she sighed.
“I have just been struggling with my appetite and I don't enjoy eating if I don't enjoy it.”
“We get that, baby girl but not eating won't make that issue go away.” Marshall said calmly when all I wanted was to shake some sense into her.
Couldn't she see how not well she was? One or the reason I went past the denim jeans was because they wouldn't fit her. At least with sweatpants, you could tighten the drawstring around the waist. She sighed in defeat, looking at her food as if it was an enemy rather than something made for her by me.
“If I eat this.” She made gestures to one of the filets.
“Will that satisfy you enough to let me go back to sleep?”
While the question was directed at everyone, it was me when locked eyes with.
“Yes,”
“No,” I said right after Marshall. He was obviously pleased that she had agreed to eat more than what she had already eaten. But a few pieces of salmon were hardly considered a meal.
She raised her eyebrows at me, clearly annoyed. I shrugged, not caring one bit.