Nikki's eyes opened as her alarm echoed through the familiar room, and just as usual she reached for the remote to turn it off and stretched to begin her day. She let out a long sigh as she looked at the corner. She still saw it as
His
corner, despite how rare it had become for Him to be there. But when He was, it sent a thrill of fear and arousal through Nikki's curvaceous form. Emotions that used to be so separate but had become almost merged with the weeks that she had spent with Him by this point.
Going through her morning ritual, Nikki made the bed, every action in anticipation of any possible incoming orders that He would give her. But there were none. The hardest part of her day had become when she would open the bedroom door. It was the worst torture. And that wasn't hyperbole. Nikki would gladly spend every night with Alpha and Piper and Lucy than face what would inevitably face her when she opened this damn door.
But she had to. For the past week and a half Nikki had to hold on to the hope. But as the door opened, her hopes were dashed and her eyes narrowed. Her apartment. She hadn't been in the fake bedroom that He made to look like her own. She'd been in her own place as if nothing had happened. As if the nightmarish dream that had become her life had just...poofed away.
Had she done something wrong? Had He gotten bored with her? Was this the true fate of dogs? He...awakens them to their nature and then just...puts them back where they were? Was this a test? If it was a test, how does she pass it? If she became a "person" again, would He take her back to break her again?
These questions and many more flooded her mind as she glared at the monotonous life that her apartment represented, gently rubbing her neck. Nikki went down on all fours and crawled to the bathroom to take a shower. Standing upright for no reason now felt as foreign as walking on her hands. The shower was just as torturous. How many times had He washed her? How many times had she associated the beads of water running down her flesh with His hands exploring her body the way only His hands could? Hands over her breasts, her legs, her thighs, her ass, her pussy, her neck, her hair...every part of her body that He owned...which was every goddamn inch.
It was far from the first time that Nikki's fingers played with her clit as she stood in the shower, letting her mind wander. Though as much pleasure as it brought, there was just as much frustration. She couldn't reach a climax without instruction, and part of her no longer wanted to.
As Nikki got dressed for work, she ate a modest breakfast of granola bars and yogurt tubes. Nothing like the hearty breakfasts that He made her, but they were no longer practical. She'd have to make it and then eat it on the floor which just felt...counterproductive, especially after she'd just showered.
So quick breakfasts were the plan, though part of her thought that He wouldn't quite approve. It was one of the few things she did in defiance of Him for just...releasing her with no warning like He had. Just one morning she woke up in her apartment and was just expected to get on with her life. It wasn't like she could go to His place either. She'd never been conscious on the way to or away from it. It could be in another country for all she knew.
Nikki growled in irritation as looked at herself in the mirror. She never realized how annoying clothing is after you're accustomed to being nude all the time. If it wasn't cold, then what was the fucking point? Blowing out a puff of air, she left the apartment and headed to work. The subway was almost as bad as her door. He had specifically told her that He watched her every day on it. So of course, every day she looked for him.
His words echoed in her mind. 'Your face was always in your phone. You should pay more attention to your surroundings.' Nikki had no way of knowing if that had been an order or not, but she followed it anyway. One thing she had never noticed until she was aware of
everything
was how many men were secretly ogling her, and how many women for that matter. She found herself unconsciously giving them better views of areas their eyes lingered on. It gave her a small semblance of the thrill that His gaze gave her.
But just like every day since she'd been back, He wasn't one of the eyes looking at her. With her mind so focused on what everyone else was doing, the train trip was over before she knew it and it was back to her job of answering phones, taking messages, organizing things and printing out forms for her boss.
There were a few things that made her day just that bit more thrilling than it would have been otherwise. Her boss, Mr. Andrews was one of those things. She remembered how she used to abhor him. She thought he was a crass pig. But now she actually looked forward to his temper and the borderline abusive way he would talk to employees he didn't think were worthy of working for his company.
Truth be told, Nikki was much more productive now than she had been before He took her. Her boss gave her orders and she'd been conditioned to follow orders, especially from men. Though if she were being honest, she purposely looked for loopholes in what he said. Specific word choices. Anything that allowed her to do 95% of the job instead of all of it. Never enough to cause an actual problem for the company. That would be disrespectful. But just enough to annoy him.
Nikki had been working for about two hours before he finally realized one of these things. "NIKKI!" Roared through the office, making Nikki freeze and damn near reach an orgasm from the unbridled rage she could hear. The other employees in their cubicles merely kept looking at their computers, happy that his wrath wasn't directed at them.
"Yes Sir?" She meekly answered, looking over in his direction.
"In my office. NOW!"
"Yes Sir." Nikki fought the urge to crawl to the office and instead played the part of a person and walked there on two legs like she always had to do in public, closing the door behind her. "Mr. Andrews?"
"What...the FUCK is
this
?" He growled, slamming his fists on the desk, indicating the small stack of papers in front of him.
Nikki's eyes widened as she bit her lower lip. "The...report you asked for..."
"Oh, is it?" He looked down to the papers. "I wasn't aware... It was probably because it wasn't DOUBLE FUCKING SPACED LIKE I SPECIFICALLY TELL YOU I WANT
ALL
OF MY FUCKING REPORTS! Are you stupid?! Can you not understand basic fucking instructions?! Do I need to hover over you and hold your hand just so that you can do your fucking
job
?!"
Nikki could feel her eyes watering at the verbal assault. Every swear, every degradation, every chauvinist insult filtering through her ears and straight to her pussy. She bit her lip harder and took the abuse, her fingers fidgeting with her necklace. It wasn't just his fury that excited her. Mr. Andrews had a tendency of standing when he was yelling. He was very expressive in his anger. And more importantly, the more he yelled, the more Nikki could see the outline of his "expressiveness" becoming more and more prominent in his pants.
He loved yelling at her, breaking her down, making her feel like the lesser being she was. And she loved him for doing it. It was an unspoken situation that they both not only accepted but reveled in. He was fully aware that her eyes would inevitably trail below his belt and he would let her look. But just as inevitably he would eventually yell, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
And she'd have no choice but to drag her eyes away. "Yes Sir. Sorry Sir." Nikki murmured. He knew how much she wanted to keep looking and enjoyed taking that small joy from her just as much. The only thing that frustrated her about him is that he
clearly
wanted to fuck her. Every yell, every stomp, every slam of his fist showed the violence with which he would ravage her body if given the chance. But it wasn't her place to give that chance. He had to
take
it. If he didn't brutally take what he wanted, then this was all pointless. But to date, he never had.
And it wasn't because he was content just yelling at and demeaning her. He wanted her, and he wanted her bad. She could tell. Was he scared that she would report him? Was it his wife? His kids? Whatever held him back only gave him more frustrations to take out on her, and she greedily took it all in the absence of the release she craved.
