Laura woke to the sound of growling. On high alert, she quickly sat up and looked around to find the source of the growls. But she couldn't see anything. She started to panic, but then realized that the eye mask was still on her head.
Grrrrr - from her stomach. A snicker burst out from her, making her giggle hysterically. She slipped off the mask, bringing her eyes into contact with the light. Gaaahh! Those things were bright! And damn did she need to do her business!
She rolled off the bed and ran for the bathroom. She wanted some alone time before Dalton awoke. Yes! A door! She locked herself in so Dalton wouldn't be able to come in and interrupt her this time. After using the toilet, she ran the water as hot as she could tolerate.
She slowly washed herself, enjoying the massaging shower heads. Her skin was still sensitive from all that sexual tension yesterday. Thank goodness he finally let her cum. She shivered from the remember pleasure that had finally swept through her, leaving her empty and wrung out.
She stood under the water so long, the water started cooling. Ooops! She used up all the hot water. Getting out of the shower, she couldn't hold back the snicker. Dalton was doing to have to deal with a cold shower if he wanted one. Since no one besides Dalton was going to see her anyway, Laura just brushed her teeth and plaited her hair. So far, she hadn't heard any noise from outside, so she couldn't tell if Dalton was awake yet.
Wrapping the towel around herself, she slowly opened the bathroom door, not know what to expect on the other side. She came further out and saw that Dalton was still sleeping. Wow! She didn't think he slept so soundly.
She stood there for a few minutes, just taking him in. He really was a beautiful male specimen. Too bad he was so arrogant and controlling. If it weren't for the fact that she was his hostage, she would have gotten back in bed and teased him awake.
Her stomach growled again, reminding her that it still needed food. Well, she wasn't going to walk around naked anymore, if she could help it. She went to his closet and pulled out one of his t-shirts. It was so big, it fell almost to her knees. Suited her just fine. After their late night sex, she needed food. She went to the kitchen and started breakfast. She wasn't the best cook, but she could put a simple meal together.
Dalton woke to the smell of coffee and eggs. Damn! He had slept so late she was making her own food now. He wanted rush into the kitchen and see what she was doing, but he needed to answer nature's call first. And get himself cleaned up, as he got up and smelled himself.
When he finally walked into the kitchen, she'd already finished putting breakfast together. He scowled when he saw that she had pulled on one of his t-shirts. That wasn't the problem. He just didn't want her covered up. Period. He was getting used to seeing her naked all the time.
Oh well, he would get her naked again in no time. But since she was covered up, he wouldn't be walking around with a constant hard on.
"I was hungry, and I thought you might be too. So I've put breakfast together," said Laura nervously. "Have a seat, and we can start."
Dalton pulled out her chair for her, then sat down. Well, the omelets looked good. She'd even made French toast. The coffee was almost as good as his, with just a bit of sugar. They ate in silence. The food tasted as good as it looked. He shouldn't have been surprised. Laura was never one to do things half way.
When they had both appeased their hunger, Dalton cleared the table. Laura didn't bother getting up, since she knew he wouldn't want her help. It was going on ten o'clock now. She didn't exactly want to end up back in bed. How to broach the question of going outside? Hmmm... She didn't want to say anything that would raise his hackles. He'd probably throw her back in the dungeon. That would not do.
"Since you gave me the inside tour last night," started Laura, as Dalton swung his eyes to hers. "Can you show me the outside today?"
He just narrowed his eyes at her. Shit, she thought.
"Please?? We've been in the house since you brought me back. I just want to see what else you've done with your property."
What harm could it do, he thought. He was starting to feel claustrophobic anyway. And HE had been outside since he brought her back. She WAS starting to look jaundice. He made her wait on his answer while he finished cleaning up the kitchen. She was starting to get impatient, but she had to hold her tongue. He hadn't exactly said no yet.
When everything was cleaned up, Dalton went and opened the French doors. Laura didn't want to be presumptuous, so she just sat, waiting for his directive.
"Well, come on," said Dalton, impatiently, "you wanted to go outside."
Laura wanted to jump for joy, but she made herself just smile and join him at the door. His sandals were outside the door, so he let her use them, while he went barefoot. Her feet had to be more sensitive than his.
Oh... the wonderful sunshine. There was just enough breeze to tone down the heat of the sun on her skin. She took a deep breath. It felt wonderful. Laura walked from one end of the deck to the other, taking in the landscape as far as she could see.
The gardens below the deck were beautiful. The focal point was a huge thorn laurel in the center, with different varieties of forget-me-nots radiating from the center out. To the left, where the garden stopped, was an Olympic sized pool, with a guest house at the other end. To the right, there was a big building (hopefully, the garage). She had to make sure.
Laura turned and looked askance at Dalton. He sighed... Of course, shouldn't have expected her to be content to look from the deck. He held out his hand and she took it. They walked down the steps and onto a path of beautifully laid out stepping stones. She was so glad that he actually answered her questions. There were many questions swimming through her mind, but she only asked the ones that she hoped wouldn't make him suspicious.
