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CH4:

SHOWTIME

J. POV

I knew when she woke up.

The bed being made of wood, made some creaking noises that were dead giveaways. Then again, I was able to hear her breathing and heartbeat change, right before she her gasp, and her groaning yawn she as she stretched all the way from the kitchen.

I held myself back from doing anything though. It was enough that I added all the commodities I had. I had just finished cooking breakfast in addition to the water, painkillers, saltine crackers, and shower recommendations I had provided.

I hear her feet bare, patting against the hard wood floor and the shower come on, and I just had to close my eyes...

Mmm...

I couldn't help but imagine her wet skin.

Electric heat crawled up and down my spine to settle in my groin with a tingling sensation, when I was snapped out of my fantasy, my eyes opening quickly - when did I close them? - by the master bath door snapping shut. I shook my head and shoulders to loosen up slightly.

Showtime.

I walked down and stopped on the hallway, other side of the wall in-suite bathroom to the bedroom I had accommodated for her, and took down the massive artwork piece that covered the two way mirrored wall.

She had already removed the dress, revealing to my hungry eyes the sexy body she was hiding underneath in the skimpy lingerie she had been wearing. I had to accommodate my pants, which were feeling very uncomfortable due to the hard on I was now sporting due to the amazing sight before me.

While I know she wasn't, the pearly white color of the skimpy number called out virginal.

I had sneaked a peek here and there, even seen her in a bathing suit, but never this close...and never without that gauzy-flowing cover al. Which no matter how transparent it was, it still annoyingly protected her from my stare. Right now though, I had to shut my eyes and swallow thickly, my hand still holding tight against my pulsing, clothed problem.

Squeezing myself like this wasn't going to be enough.

I felt my breathing become heavier as I tried to relieve some of the pressure by unzipping my jeans and giving myself a few jerky strokes. I stood still, my hand now moving slowly in a tight vice, watching her as she - with uncertainty - viewed the gift basket's contents I had picked up for her. A welcome home gift of sorts.

Essentials.

I smirked smugly as her deep blush appeared while she read the directions to the Kama Sutra honeysuckle cream.

I am so going to lick that flavor off her flushed-pink skin when I get the chance.

I stopped the ministrations to myself and turned around, opening the door of the hall closet behind me to get the next basket out. With it in hand, smiling as I thought of her wearing what's inside, I turned and the sight made me stumble back and shut the door to the closet as I slammed against it.

She just had no clue how much the vision of her doing this tortured me.

She had looked up, probably alerted by my little scuff against the door when she had caught me off guard.

I won't let it happen again.

I wanted to say fuck it all to hell, go in there and slam myself into her as the water pelleted my back in quick cold bursts of stormy rain drops after how long I would have her screaming for more..but I held back. I'd have to make her comfortable first, break her, then bring her out in her training. I was not interested in the broken down version that has been the shell she shows the world, but the butterfly she will become.

She will be beautiful in her submission, earning her pleasure and grant me her passionate release.

That day will be gloriously sublime. A day that I hope comes sooner than expected, and with little to no hardships on either of our parts.

"I will free you from your prison, but first I have to make you a prisoner." I whispered to her, my words unheard by anyone but myself, as I continued to watch her.

It became harder to hold back once her body was revealed to me completely. It took a herculean effort to keep my feet planted where they stood.

Once she was finally inside the shower, I went into the bathroom quietly and switched her dress and lingerie for the basket which I laid by the door on the floor, taking the others with me so she would have no choice but to wear what's in the basket..

Knowing I wouldn't able to watch her dress and act normal - that is, walk correctly without a hard on - I replaced the painting on the wall, covering the mirror and checked that everything was in place to begin. Then, I went outside of my cottage, and walked down a little ways to a stump. I looked around at the forest that surrounded me.

Nothing but hundreds of acres of land, trees, and forest.

I took a cleansing breath, stretched and took off my shirt, threw it over the water spike, grabbed the axe and started swinging. I was hoping the exercise would help me burn off some of the pent-up energy I had now from watching her.

I had, of course, left the wide view window open for her viewing pleasure.

Now, I'm not vain nor have I ever been, but I remember the gasps she gave when watching me work shirtless on her grounds.

As I placed a log on the stump, I smirked at the memory.

She always wore those large, dark sunglasses. She felt more secure hiding her wondering eyes. Little did she know I felt her scorching sight caress my body more than once, which in turn caused me to take more breaks than usual when she was present at the house. Something that happened more than once. I went as far as having to buy a damn jock strap to try and keep being caught with the massive...growing problem.

I grabbed the axe I had left leaning on the stumps ready to be split, thinking about never having to use that damn jock strap again. Instead, she would help me take care of that problem.

I can't wait to hear her gasps when I work on her grounds now.

I stepped back, measuring the distance between me and the log.

I chuckled at the cheesiness of my own thought, preparing to split the log.

With one leg behind me I make a good show of back-round-up-and-straight-onto-the-wood swing, and cut it in half. I picked up one half and set in leaning against the base log and stepped back for the second swing. Then do the same with the other half.

Yeah I know it makes more sense to just let the axe do the work but given my enhanced strength I am not too concerned with wasting energy. I need expel most of it in fact. The truth is that when she does see me out here, she gets a reeeally good look.

I pick up the firewood and reach for the next log to set on the log.

Feast your eyes on this, pet.

I thought while swinging the axe once again, feeling my muscles roll with the smooth movement while sweat beads made an appearance due to the sun beating my already heated skin.

My mind working overtime while I burned the extra energy thinking of the wonderful ways I will be making her sweat.

All in good time.