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use the bathroom and move freely in her room. But I never leave it unattached when I leave the house and always make double sure that the door to her room is locked. Always.
    I have to leave her by herself almost every day because William’s business calls for my attention. What he told me at the luncheon has unsettled me, and it may endanger everything I have worked for over the past few months. These bastards keeps trying to lure him into a joint venture that would destroy him, and he has no idea. The discussions we have because of their new attempts to catch him are tedious and time-consuming, but at least they keep me busy and my thoughts off of Liz.
    She becomes quieter every day, but as her silence grows, so does her obedience. I haven’t fucked her since that fateful day even though my body craves her every single time I see her.
    But I have trained her. Every time I walk into her room, I find her on her knees, taking in the exact position I told her to be in when I walk in. She greets me with a devotional “Hello, Master” and doesn’t look up until I tell her to. There is no more backtalk and very little sassy comments when I ask her to do something.
    Some would think I did it. I broke her. She thought her decision to stay when she could have left would soften me into letting her go and becoming the kind of boyfriend who brings flowers to her door. Instead, her restraints are tighter than ever and my commands strict and demanding, and she submits with very little resistance.
    It’s almost boring.
    I hardly touch her and content myself with watching her obey my orders. To kneel, to sit, to crawl on all fours behind me, to present her beautiful and naked body in front of me. I tell her to play with herself, and I tease her with vibrating toys, but I never let her come. I always leave her hungry with her cheeks blushed and her sweet little pussy wet and yearning for more. I forbid her to find release by herself when I leave the room. Her biggest disobedience this week was to touch herself shortly after I left her room. She knew that she was on camera the entire time, but she still did it. When I walked in, yanking her busy hand away, she almost broke into tears. Almost.
    Since then, she has complied. Every time I stop and am about to leave her to herself, she looks at me with those begging eyes, desperate with lust. It drives me crazy.
    Yet, I keep my distance.
    I wish I could say that it is all part of the plan, but even I don’t believe that anymore. It may create a similar outcome, but my cautious behavior is more related to my need to build emotional distance.
    I want her to crave me. I want her to look at me the way she does now. Begging, yearning, craving.
    But I had no intention of becoming this connected to her. This fucking close. She makes it hard for me to claim her without driving myself nuts.
    It’s for the best that all this William mess keeps me busy for the week. On top of that, I keep receiving weird messages and e-mails. Hints and threats coming from an unfamiliar number. I’m pretty sure they are from the same guy who tried to scare me on the phone. I still don’t know who he is, but if he was one of the big guys, I’m sure that he would be able to come up with more than teenage boy texts and empty threats. His spelling is awful, and his messages are full of grammatical errors that suggest he is nothing more than a small tool. I haven’t replied to a single one of his messages.
    It has been exactly one week since Liz moved into her room even though I know she wouldn’t call it that: moving in.
    A special day calls for special food, so I find myself spending a little more time in the kitchen than usual. I have always been an avid cook even though it is not always easy to keep up with my busy schedule.
    However, to me, cooking seems to be an efficient way to use my limited time. I can relax while cooking a meal, and even more importantly, I can make plans, schedule meetings, and conduct