Oh, I have been a bad girl.
It’s easy to come to that conclusion the second I step inside my dimly lit living room. No sounds come from anywhere in the house. Instinctively I find myself gripping the leather of my purse a little bit harder.
When this is the scenario I come into when I arrive home, I can be sure that I made something to upset my master.
And he hates it when I’m clueless about the ways I’ve displeased him. He always makes sure I know what I’m being punished for. Alec knows exactly what to do to make me suffer in only the best ways I can think of. Even when the pain comes, I welcome it, embrace it, and get off on it.
With trembling hands and wobbly knees, I make my way up the stairs of the two-storey apartment, feeling the adrenaline starting to kick in. My heart is beating at a faster pace, I'm not sure what to expect when I, in slow but steady steps, approach the room.
Our playroom, where all the action takes place; where we can truly let go and feel like ourselves.
I face the open door, for a moment confused when I don’t see him. I go to step inside but a deep groan stops me dead in my tracks. My entire body stiffens, and a shiver rolls through my spine.
I understand the wordless command. I stop, I lower my head, and wait right where I am for my next order. Resistance means more punishment. It's seen as a bratty move and just makes for the worst kinds of lessons.
“Do you know what you did, Sammy?” His voice is so deep, that it makes me tremble again, scared in a way for what’s to come but just as excited.
“No, sir.” I hear the steps around the room, the shuffle through some of the drawers but not in one moment I dare to look forward, look at him.
Again, I hear him walk, apparently after finding whatever he was looking for, a few steps in my direction, closer, closer, closer, until I can feel his imposing presence. The heat emanating from his big body and the smell of his expensive cologne engulfs me.
With my head down, I see the tips of his shoe-covered feet, the black leather suits his aura and fits his entire personality when he’s in the role of my Dom. Even with him so close to me, he doesn’t touch me, only his breathing caressing the top of my head, and I don’t look up, even if I’m dying to see the first glimpse of him after so many days away.
His hand on my chin, pulls up my head. I follow his lead and let him guide my look to wherever he wants it. It ends up being his eyes. Those dark green gemstones get me lost for a few seconds, and I realize I’m holding my breath trying to control every impulse wanting to take over my body.
I know that the moment I say the word, all this act will drop and he’ll be just Alec… just my husband, just the father of my child. No need for anything else, not one single excuse on my part, no questions asked.
But no. I want this. I want him like this.
He knows it just by looking into my eyes, I feel it when he snaps back into his role, the second I show him the answer.
“You’ve been bad, Sam.” He speaks, quiet, strong, confident, and very dominant. Just the way he knows it’ll make me want to crawl out of my skin with need.
“Sir?” I question. I dare. He doesn’t like it one bit.
The grip, until a few seconds ago gentle on my chin, now rests firmly on my neck, pressing, giving the smallest pressure, enough for a warning that it’s clear: don’t fuck with me tonight.
“Tell me, Sam, are you being so bad these last few days without me that you don’t know what I’m punishing you for? What else have you done wrong, my lovely?” Even though the voice is buttery soft, the danger emanating from every damn word makes my lungs struggle and the look in my eyes change.
There’s no way he knows. I’ve been careful.
The minute the thought crosses my mind, the look in his eyes tells me everything. The smirk slowly stretching his lips is wicked enough to take the rest of my breath away.
“You still think you can disobey me and I won’t know about it?” His voice is full of fake disappointment, and adrenaline pools in my stomach, I have no idea what are his plans for me tonight but if he knows what I did while he was away, I am in big, big trouble.
“Where do you want me, Sir?” I try to go straight to the point; the wait and anticipation is killing me, I can already feel the heat from between my legs, the need to be touched by him, having him so close and so far at the same time is maddening.
“So eager for her lesson.” He sounds pleased, I love it when he sounds pleased by me. My heart beats faster.
“I want to make you satisfied, Sir.” I look up at him through my lashes, faking all the innocence I can muster, reminding him just how this all started between us when I was just a little girl, so eager to make him happy.
“To the bed, take all your clothes off except for your underwear. Be a good girl for me.” With my lower lip stuck between my teeth, I do exactly what he says, even if I do take my time, slowly removing my dress, playing with my hair, and giving him a vision of my back before I remove my bra and get on the bed, on my knees, waiting for my next order.
Alec is in nothing but a gray pair of sweatpants. They show off his thick legs and I can already see the outline of his hard cock straining through his pants, showing me just how much he loves seeing me submit to his will.
He walks slowly to the bed, around and around, just watching me, mastering the art of making me feel like a prey about to be devoured by a wild animal just because I did something to provoke him.
“Do you know why you’re being punished, Sammy?” I swallow thickly before I answer.
“Yes, Sir, I do.”
“And why is it?” He keeps walking around and only stops when I take my time to open my mouth.
My Master hates to wait, he’s an impatient man. And by making him wait, I’ll only add to my torture.
“I touched myself without your permission.” His growl is both satisfied and frustrated at the same time, he doesn’t move an inch closer to me, and his eyes never leave mine.
“And why did you disobey me?” he demands. I shudder at his serious expression, his hard voice.
“Because I needed to come,” I answer honestly since he’s always had his way of knowing when I’m lying or doing something without his knowledge, this just proves my point.
Again, he moves. His steps are quiet and slow, on his hands is rope, red, and very familiar to me between our sessions. With ease he climbs the bed, dragging his knees on the soft silk of the black sheets until our faces are only inches apart. His lips, red, soft and so skilled, are the best and worst kind of temptation. Our noses brush, and I feel his hot breath on my face, awaking goosebumps all over my body, on the verge of starting to beg to feel more of him.
“Lie down.” This time I immediately obey. His big body comes up, and both hands take their sweet time roaming up and down my body, feeling my skin. His head bends down as he takes a deep breath right at the crick of my neck, drowning in the scent of my perfume, earning a whimper from me when his lips brush the sensitive spot on my neck where his mouth leaves a kiss, followed by a strong, firm bite that has me arching my back towards him. My hands go to grip his shoulders on a thoughtless move and without any kind of warning I end up with both of my wrists pinned up by my head, his whole muscled body pressing mine to the mattress, each move stealing me from every bit of oxygen left in my lungs.