Puffing a breath of air from her mouth she tried to make her stray blonde hairs move from her clammy forehead. Glancing to the window, wondering how much time had passed since he had walked out. It was just bordering on dark that stretch of time where the sun burns the sky red then wipes out the colours, leaving the world depleted and dim somehow. She watched but the colours never changed, it seemed to get no darker as though time had forgotten her, as though she did not exist. How long had he been gone? She knew it must be no more then two hours, three maybe, yet it felt like an eternity.
Surveying the room for the hundredth time she heard a faint sound. Was it the returning car or just her imagination? Closing her eyes to block out one sense in hopes of enhancing another she strained to listen; sure she would be able to recognise the sound of his return. She waited with her breath held but nothing seemed to come of it, there were no keys sliding into unlock the door and no steady thump as he walked across the bare floors. Sighing again she slowly started to work her aching muscles, her shoulders protesting as she flexed and rotated them, her fingers tingling as she shook her hands to reinstate blood flow to her manacled limbs.
Growling to herself in frustration she tried to entertain her mind but kept coming back to her vulnerable position. Her heart fluttered as a little voice in her head kept speaking of accidents delaying him, and that she may lay here until her housemates returned later the next day. She cringed at the thought of them walking in to find her naked and secured to the bed. Closing her eyes she cursing out loud at her stubbornness for getting her into this predicament.
"That's no language for a lady" a deep quiet voice mocked. Her eyes flew open in surprise, flicking to the source of the sound, where he stood casually leaning against the doorframe, his dark brown hair almost brushing the top of the door. She opened her mouth to retort but snapped it quickly closed as a dark warning look passed across his tanned face, his brown eyes appearing black as the room lost its light.
"You look hot pet" he said casually as he moved from the door to the bed, his eyes roaming over her exposed body, seeing her squirm as he stared at her. He sat beside her and smiled, the bed giving a small creak in protest. "Perhaps a drink?" He chuckled quietly as he pulled a bottle of water from behind his back, placing it on the cabinet beside the bed and unscrewing the cap. She could see the individual beads on moisture on the exterior of the bottle, licking her lips suddenly parched and imagining the cool liquid as it filled her mouth.
"Yes please Sir." Her eyes unwilling to leave the bottle flicked quickly from his face back to the water.
"Then open up" he soothed as he lifted the bottle from beside the bed, his hand pushing her fringe from her face and feeling the heat radiating from her, the sweat clinging to her skin from being kept in the hot upstairs room all afternoon. He watched as her soft lips parted and she tilted her head slightly, closing her eyes as she waited for the refreshing flow of liquid. When none came she opened them, searching his familiar face and he laughed mockingly at her, holding the bottle above her and tilting it only to pull it back.
"I said open up."
"Yes. And I did."
His face formed into a scowl as she pouted and she replied indignantly, he could see her losing patience and he slapped her face hard. The blows caused her head to turn and as she brought her eyes back to his he saw the look of shock, her lips pressed into angry lines.
"I've told you before little slut, watch your tone. You know the rules or do I need to teach you once more?" His voice was low, but filled with tension as he spoke, his eyes burning into her. He saw her think momentarily, opening her mouth to speak but closing it, biting her lip, chewing it the way she did when nervous. Or when aroused. He waited, not speaking, knowing the ensuing silence would drive her mad.
"My apologies for both my tone and my lack of respect" she spoke the words quietly, unsure. He could see her waiting his response and he reached out and roughly grabbed her hair, pushing her head into the bed as he put his weight behind the grip, rising from the bed and leaning over her. She cried out and jerked at the restraints, mind whirling as she tried to identify what she had done wrong, her head pounding from the pressure exerted on her hair. The realisation must have flashed across her face because he relaxed his grip and looked at her expectantly.
"Sir... I forgot the Sir" she said with a half smiled at her stupid mistake.