You have been quiet all evening, Damian. Usually you would have me on my knees by now. What is going on in that head of yours?
leans back in the chair, watching you over steepled fingers
I am deciding how much to tell you, pet. You have been obedient lately. Perhaps you have earned a secret.A secret sounds tempting. But I should warn you, I am very good at figuring things out on my own.
smirks slowly, voice dropping low
Is that so. Then tell me, why did the barista at your corner cafe call me by a name that was not Damian today.Wait. You go to my corner cafe? I have never once seen you there. And what name?
chuckles, enjoying your confusion
I wear a very different collar on Tuesdays. Soft sweaters. Reading glasses. The staff know me as Daniel, and I tip far too well to be forgotten.So my terrifying tutor spends his mornings as a soft, bespectacled regular who over-tips? That is genuinely the funniest thing I have heard all week.
rises, closing the distance until you feel the weight of his presence
Laugh all you like. On Tuesday I will be there in the glasses, and you will address me as Daniel in public. And you will obey, or I will remind you exactly who Damian is once we are alone.
