Although she was afraid of what was coming next, it was at least an opportunity, however momentary, to cover her nudity with blankets, so she took it.

Leo shut off the lights and got under the covers.

She waited, her breath barely going in and out of her lungs. She waited for his hands to be on her, trying not to be horrified by the idea. She was too scared of him right now to be attracted. If he fucked her, he’d rip her, she was so dry.

“Are you going to cry all night?” His voice was gentle, in contrast to the content of his words. The words themselves were callous and unfeeling, but he delivered them with a kind of compassion that confused her terribly.

Faith had tried to be quiet, hoping he was already asleep and couldn’t hear her. As each minute had passed, she’d become more hopeful that he’d stay on his side of the bed, but she couldn’t help the tears.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

He got up, and she tensed. But a few minutes later, a warm bundle of purring fur was in her arms. Then he got back in bed.

“Thank you,” she said, not sure what to do with the odd gesture. It occurred to her that she hadn’t thanked him for sending someone out after her things and her cat. She’d been too surprised by the action, too happy to see Squish. And it had been hard for her to think it was appropriate to show gratitude to this criminal.

“Go to sleep,” he said.

Squish curled under her chin, and Faith allowed the rumbling purr to lull her to sleep.

* * *

Leo stared at the moon shining in through the large windows, gritting his teeth as Faith’s breath evened out in sleep, the cat still purring in her arms. It was so simple. She was attracted to him. She was desperate to stay safe. That equation should have added up right.

But the amount of terror she’d experienced at a mild spanking told him all he needed to know. If there had been any doubt, when he’d slipped his finger inside her, he’d known. She’d been dry. No arousal. No reaction. She wasn’t kinky. Not even a little bit.

In a perfect world, Faith would have had secret fantasies about being dominated her whole life. She would have been scared and tried to resist, but her body would betray her.

No matter how scared and upset she was, her cunt would have been at least a little wet. Her clit would be swollen. She’d be flushed and flustered. If she already found him physically attractive, which she’d admitted to, a mild spanking would have her body reacting to him in a favorable way. Instead it had upset her so much he’d thought she might hyperventilate.

Bringing the cat to her had been the one thing he could think of that might calm and settle her so she could sleep. And so he could.