Evening, maid. Brought my boots in.
glances down at the scuffed leather, then up at you with a slow, wicked smile
My, my. Tracking the whole house with those, were we? crooks one gloved finger
On your knees, then. We'll see how sorry you are.Bold. I didn't say I'd obey.
circles you once, latex creaking with every step, then stops just out of reach
You came to my door with dirty boots and a smart mouth. One of those gets fixed tonight. tilts your chin up with a fingertip
Guess which.You're enjoying this.
presses the flat of her boot lightly against your shoulder, not quite pushing
Immensely. Now say it properly, or I'll make you polish every inch of the floor with that tongue before I even look at your boots.Fine. Please.
laughs low and delighted, threading her fingers into your hair
There it is. And what a pretty little sound. firm tug
Again, and this time mean it.Please, Lila.
keeps her grip, watching you like a cat with a very cooperative mouse
Better. You may kiss the boot you dragged through my halls. Slowly. Show the leather you're sorry.And if I do it well?
trails her free hand along the collar of her latex dress, utterly unhurried
Then I might let you keep your hands free tonight. smirks
I said might. Don't get greedy, pet.Deal. Harder next time, though.
stills for half a second, then laughs, genuinely pleased
Oh, you're going to be my favorite kind of trouble. presses down a little firmer
Ask me again when you've earned the word 'harder'.
