Steven didn't expect to have a good sleep, but he did manage to doze off in short order, by some small miracle. He couldn't tell the time, but there wasn't much need to. His job as a personal trainer forced a strict schedule on him, and his body knew what to do and when to do it. He went to bed at the same time, woke up at the same time, and while he did set an alarm clock, he woke up before it most mornings. To top it off, the padded cell made for a comfy sleep.
It probably helped that he was dog tired from getting his ass handed to him two days in a row, as well.
Whatever the reason, he went to sleep easy and woke up in what he assumed was morning. He sat up with a hiss, taking on all the accumulated pain at once, but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He was still sore in places he hadn't even known about before, and his dick was going to be wearing that pain for the next couple of days, but nothing was broken, just bruised. He'd live. For better or worse.
With nothing else to do, he moved over next to what he assumed was the door, sat up against the wall, and waited for his jailer to come back. It was faint, but he swore he could hear music thumping on the other side of the wall. This steady, booming vibration that made the walls tremble. Diana was awake, and she'd be coming to check on him before too long.
He only had to endure for a couple of minutes, as it turned out. The door flung open without warning, and he turned away from it in reflex, raising his hand to shield his eye from the blinding light. He blinked a few times, squinted, then turned towards the light to see nothing. She hadn't stepped in.
After a moment, she poked her head in, scanned the room, then locked in on his sitting form and brought out a sweet smile that had no place on a face that evil. "Good morning. I was ready for you to try something stupid again, but I'm guess you can learn. You're a little smarter than you look. A little." She tipped her head to the side. "Sleep well?"
"Well enough." With the wall's support, he managed to push up to his feet, trying his best to hide his pain along the way. It didn't work for the most part, he winced every inch of the way, but at least he managed to keep the groans to a minimum.
"Good. You'll need the energy." Ominous words, but she ducked out of the room before he had the chance to inquire further. "Come on, food's ready, time to eat."
Steven followed after her, walking straight at first, then shifting to a limp when she turned away. She was wearing clothes, which was somehow a relief, but not much. Shorts, tight-fitting and demin jeans that hugged her hips and let a couple inches of her ass spill out at the bottom. A white crop top clung to her upper body, hugging her bulging chest, the lack of sleeves put her arms on full display. It was either a size too small for her when she bought it or she'd outgrown it later, but whatever the case, it was working overtime to keep her powerful frame in check, and it was complemented by her black hair, draping down her back like a dark blanket.
"You're not staring back there, are you?"
Her accusation snapped him back to attention and straightened him up. He had been, without thinking. Stupid, it wasn't like he didn't get a good look at her naked body yesterday, but there was something about her in that outfit that was even better, accentuating her form and making his imagination fill in details.
He wasn't about to give her that satisfaction, though. "No."
Steven thought he did a decent job at selling that lie, but the chuckle he got in response told a different story.
Whatever the case, his focus went to his nose as they neared the kitchen, with welcome scent making their way to his nose. Something was cooking. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, and a glass of orange juice. A full meal, something his stomach was aching for. His mouth watered and his heart fluttered.
That all dropped when they rounded the corner and he saw what was set on the table. His senses hadn't been off, he'd smelled right, all those things were on a plate at the kitchen table. But only one plate. The faint hope that it was his got dashed the instant she sat down right in front of it and crossed her legs, settling for a lazy breakfast. "Wait." His shoulders sagged and looked around the room. "You didn't make me anything?"
Diana laughed, a harsh, evil sound that was starting to make his hairs stand at attention. "Like I'd do that for you after the stunt you pulled yesterday. Please."
"You said the food was ready."
"It is." She pointed down, under the table. "Right there."
Steven's searching eyes trailed down for the first time since he'd entered the room, and found the dog bowl waiting there. Only it wasn't empty now. It was filled with milk and Cheerios.
He opened his mouth to speak, but it took him a good three seconds to find the right words. "You're fucking with me."
"You wish." Again with the laugh. Diana picked up a strip of bacon and nibbled at it, paying him as little mind as she could get away. "Eat it or go hungry. Your choice."
Steven clenched his fist tight as he went over a few unlisted, violent options, but he decided against them all for now. He had to be smart about this, not like yesterday. Besides, the bowl looked clean enough.
He got to his knees, grabbed the bowl, and started to stand back up, only for Diana to place her bare foot on the back of his neck and keep him in place. "Ah, ah. You've got to work your way up to table privileges.
She started putting more pressure on him, forcing his head toward the waiting bowl. "No, come on-"
"It's not up for debate, puppy." His nose was just above the bowl now, close enough to smell the milk. "On your
knees."
With nowhere else to go but down, that was the direction Steve went. He lapped once, took in half a mouthful, then scarfed down more. He fell into a solid rhythm soon enough, working away at it while she rubbed his head with the bottom of her heel and went about her own meal.
After five minutes that passed like five hours, he finally finished up. With that done, he sat back on his hunches and straightened up, just as she was finishing up. Steven kept his lips tight and looked off to the side, doing his best to avoid eye contact with her without making it too obvious. He wasn't about to get himself into more trouble, but he did have one thing to ask. "Is that all? Am I going back to the cell?"
