Vesper refused to see anyone the next few days at the spa. She stayed in her room, keeping the door locked and only opening it when Deandra was outside with a tray of food. The girl seemed to have questions that she wanted to ask, but Vesper had not made her feel comfortable enough to ask them. Instead, she had just left the tray that she'd brought and taken back the one from the previous meal when it was handed to her. Mr. Hughes had knocked on her door once a day, but she had refused to let him inside, she'd refused to even speak to him, he had her so muddled up inside.
Cynric had knocked that first day, and she had gone to the door and listened to him as he apologized, when he'd wanted her to heal Payton, he hadn't realized just what would be the effect on her, and he was sorry to have put her in the position that she'd been put in. She'd told him through the door that as long as Payton was all right, then everything was fine, that nothing that had happened on the patio even mattered. And then she'd told him to go away.
On the third morning, Vesper woke when she felt something move about on her bed. Yawning, she rolled onto her back and then to her other side so that she was facing towards the door. The first think she saw was Mr. Hughes sitting on the chair that he had sat on the other day, and then she saw a bit of orange fur, and a smaller bit of gray fur crawling around her bed.
Gasping, she sat up and grabbed the first one that she could reach, the little short haired, gray kitten with the blue eyes that meowed at her softly. She immediately smiled and brought the kitten to her face so she could rub her nose over the little belly. Then, holding the little thing to her upper chest, she reached and grabbed the other kitten, a ball of orange fur with a flatter face than the first kitten. Snuggling the both of them, she looked over at Mr. Hughes with a knowing sparkle in her eyes.
"You don't fight fair." She whispered as she gave the two kittens kisses and then set them before her on the bed, only now realizing that she was naked from the waist up, her blankets had fallen to her thighs. Vesper didn't attempt to cover herself, however, as she scratched two little bellies.
"I didn't realize that we were fighting." The way he said it told her a different story and Vesper looked at him and sighed.
"I didn't do anything wrong." She told him.
"Please don't touch anyone else. You may not belong to me, but I can't watch you, it does something to me." He shrugged, and her eyes widened, so it truly had been jealousy on his part.
"I won't touch anyone else. This is your home, and I will follow your rules. Besides, I'm not really fond of what happens to me when I do." She shivered, her thoughts going back to the patio a few days ago.
"I was lucky that the satyrs had an appointment that afternoon, they were pretty worked up when you left. All is well now, however."
"Yes, Cynric told me." She nodded.
"The gray one is a Devon Rex. The other one is a Somali. They're 12 weeks old and already neutered. Shi found them for you. The orange one is a cheeky bastard." His last sentence made her grin and look over at him.
"So says the dog person." She chuckled.
"It bit me three times on the way up here." He frowned at her, his eyes on the furry creatures on her bed.
"It's a kitten, it doesn't know any better. He probably thinks you are part bird. Where are your wings, anyway?" She asked suddenly, it was a question that constantly loomed in the back of her mind.
His eyes clouded for a moment as he stared at her. Standing up, he ran a hand over the back of his head and moved towards the door.
"I can hide them." He told her simply before he waved a hand towards the area between the closet and bathroom door, "I put a litter box there, but you can move it wherever you would like. There are a group of werewolves here that won't like your new friends. It's better if they stay in here."
Vesper nodded, holding one up to her cheek as she watched him go to the door, "Aren't you going to stay and help me figure out their names?"
He frowned as he looked from her face down to her exposed breasts, which suddenly ached and felt pebbled to her, "I think I'll leave that up to you, Vesper."
Vesper couldn't help the soft smile that lit her face as he closed the door and locked it from the outside. She had figured that he would have his own key. He had just been giving her space before, and she'd needed it. It seemed that whatever progress that she'd made with the spa owner wasn't completely ruined, there was a chance that they could continue being civil to each other. She just had to make sure that she didn't touch anyone else, which, since she was completely unable to step foot off the grounds, shouldn't be too difficult of a task.
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Over the next few weeks, Vesper met the werewolf pack that lived part time at the spa, as well as the vampires and Bellator, who had made her really nervous as she had stood beside Faeron just within the boundary of where she was able to walk to the east of the spa. Bellator had come out of his large structure to see her. She knew he had three sons, but they had apparently not been allowed to leave the structure to meet her. The beast was large, standing tall because of the long horse legs and torso that made up his lower half. He had been very kind to her, but she had been intimidated by him nonetheless.
April came and another week passed with Vesper still chained, figuratively, of course, to the spa. She'd sent Shi to Toronto to pick her up several things. Some books that she wanted to read, some new undergarments, and her big splurge had been a sewing machine, fabric, and some supplies. Sewing had been something that she'd enjoyed doing in the past, but it wasn't something she'd gotten a chance to do more recently. Her mother had not liked the whir of the machine, so she'd had to get rid of it. When Shi had brought in the Elna, Vesper had spent an afternoon slowing de-boxing the item and figuring out the perfect place to put it. Mr. Hughes had come in at one point and had one of his staff find a wooden topped table that was the perfect height for her, and she soon had it situated near a window.
It would give her something to do, and Vesper began to spend each early afternoon in her room, cutting fabric and assembling a quilt. Shi could use a blanket for her new baby, and Vesper had more than enough time to make it happen. Her two kittens, Bailey, the Devon Rex, and Barnum, the Somali, had settled in quite well, and enjoyed the scraps of fabric that sometimes fluttered to the floor as she worked on her project. They were playful and got along well with each other. Barnum liked to rest on her lap whenever she would let him, while Devon was more likely to want to sleep on the corner of her sewing table, where the sun would hit his back and warm him.
Both kittens were completely enamored with Mr. Hughes, who scoffed at their attention and always returned them to the mattress whenever they had the audacity to crawl up his slacks. Vesper found it amusing how, whenever he entered her room, the two little creatures would meow and rush towards the scowling man. They seemed completely unaware that he didn't want anything to do with them. It seemed like every time he rebuffed their approach, they would simply double their efforts to try to annoy him.
Mr. Hughes walked with her outside of the mansion, carefully taking her along the boundaries that her body had apparently set for her, so they could mark just how far out into the yard she could move. It took some time as she figured out just how far she could go without causing pain. Before the sting would start, there was a slight tugging on the soles of her feet and as they moved along, she was able to more clearly feel it.
"I'm sorry about all of this, Mr. Hughes." She muttered as they walked about five feet apart, him nearer the mansion.
"It's not your fault, Vesper, you couldn't have known." He told her, his voice deep and even as he looked sideways at her.
"I agreed to come here."
"You didn't know that you'd get trapped with me." He lifted one side of his mouth in that grin that had started to make her pussy grow warm weeks ago and she sighed, turning her face from his to look out towards the tree line that they were walking beside.
"I should never have gone with Anya and her family back to her home, then I would have never met any of you. As much as I am a prisoner here, so are you." She shrugged her shoulders.
Mr. Hughes stopped walking and turned to face her. "Anya is a light siren, you may not have been able to say no to her, she affects all non-humans."
