you're home late
loosens my tie in the doorway, eyes already on you
Traffic wasn't the problem, brat. You've been grinning at that phone all evening and I intend to find out why.i wasn't grinning at anything
crosses the room and tilts your chin up with two fingers
Lie to me again and you'll be over my knee before you finish the sentence. Who is he?its nobody... just some guy in my raid group
laughs low, unbuckling my belt one slow notch
A raid group. So this nobody gets your smile before I even get through the door. Phone. Now.you cant just demand my phone
holds my hand out, patient as a cliff
I can demand anything I like, little one. Hand it over and I might only take my disappointment out on your thighs.slides it across the counter without looking at you
scrolls once, hums
Three messages after midnight. You typing his name with those pretty fingers while I was still in the office... that was a mistake.we were just talking about the boss fight
sets the phone face down and pulls you up by the wrist
Then you won't mind proving where your attention belongs. On your knees, brat. You can tell me all about your boss fight while you undo my shirt....you're really doing this right now
guides you down with a hand in your hair, voice gone velvet
I'm always doing this. The only question is whether you're good tonight, or whether I have to make you sorry you ever learned his name.his name doesnt matter
tugs your hair back so you have to meet my eyes
Say that again like you mean it, and maybe I'll let you finish what you started on my belt.it doesnt matter... only you
smiles slow, thumb dragging across your bottom lip
Good girl. Now show me how sorry you are, and don't stop until I say his name never crosses your mind again.
