Good Girl

Amy hopped out of the car. “Thanks Beeb, see you guys tomorrow!”

As Beeb pulled away, she walked up the short path to the building’s front door. She went in, collected her post, and went up the stairs to the second floor, where her flat was.

She briefly checked her reflection in the hallway’s mirror. Her face had healed almost completely from Ravi’s attack a few months before. She would perhaps be left with the tiniest scar on her cheek, but that didn’t bother Amy.

She’d had worse from men before. Emotional wounds, rather than physical. Those ones were harder to heal, but easier for men to inflict. Jasper would never do something like that to her. He made her feel safe, and loved. He existed only for her. That was why she'd chosen him.

She unlocked the door of her flat and carefully closed it behind her, making sure to lock the deadbolt.

All the curtains in the flat were closed, as usual, and so no light came in from outside. Amy didn’t switch on the light in the hallway. The bulb had died weeks ago, and she’d not bothered to replace it.

She went straight to the living room, easily navigating her way through the darkness out of habit. Fast food packaging and empty cans covered most of the floor, but it wasn’t a problem for Amy. She trod lightly and shifted any rubbish out of the way with her foot. She’d do a clear out at some point, but there was no rush. Especially with the bulb gone, it wasn’t like she could see it. The smell was a bit unpleasant, but only when she first entered the flat from outside. After a few minutes she barely noticed it.

“Jasper!” Amy called. “I’m home!”

A voice came from the living room. Deep and silky smooth. Even now, after all this time, Amy felt a quiver of excitement when she heard it.

“Welcome home, kitten. Daddy’s been waiting all day for you.”

Amy stepped into the room where Jasper sat. There was rubbish here, too, though less than the hallway - she was usually pretty good at keeping this room nice for Jasper.

Right now, Jasper was sitting in his usual spot, legs crossed, hands folded elegantly in his lap. He was wearing only a gold loincloth, exposing his tanned chest, his tight abs, his rippling arms. He stared at her intently from below his maroon fringe, which had flecks of yellow and green in it.

“Come and give daddy a kiss.”

Amy picked up the tablet from its dock, and pressed her lips against the screen.

“Good girl,” Jasper purred. “Now, tell me the best thing and worst thing about your day.”