She sat nude on her knees, angry eyes glaring at the hard wood floor. Her Master stood above her, his dangerous gaze boring into the back of her head. She had directly disobeyed his order, in front of his face and he was furious with her. Feeling neglected over the last few days she had began to deliberately disobey him in small ways but never had she so blatantly ignored one of her masterâs requests.
Earlier that day he had called his pet on his lunch break and requested that she be bathed and in position for him in front of the bed when he returned home from work that evening. He had told her that he would return at 6:30 and she agreed and said sweetly,
âGood bye Sir.â
That evening when he came home he found her, having fallen asleep after her bath, naked in his bed. He stood tall in the door way, staring at her for a moment before dropping his briefcase causing a loud âSmack!â against the floor. She woke, startled at the noise, looking over to him. The minute her eyes met his he could see the panic slide over her form. She sat up, her body flushing as she looked down and began shaking her head,
âIâm so sorry, Sir. I am so very sorry⊠Please donât be angry.â
She could feel his glare boring into her. He was quiet for some time, allowing her to bask in the discomfort that rested thickly between them. Finally, he spoke to her, cold and hateful as he hissed,
âOn your knees in front of that fucking bed nowâŠpet.â
He seemed to spit the last word from his lips in disgust. She whimpered and moved quickly into position in front of the bed, lowering her head, eyes on the floorboards that rested uncomfortably under her knees. He slammed the door and she flinched, catching a gasp in her throat as she closed her eyes. He stood over her, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt.
âWho the fuck do you think youâre dealing with? What kind of little game are you trying to play here, pet? Because Iâm not interested in playing games with you, little oneâŠâ
She began to shake slightly, anger building inside of her. She was willed and feisty, and at times he enjoyed that about her, but today she had made a dangerous mistake. He could see her anger and he only spoke more harshly at her.
âI gave you a direct and simple order, even generously giving you a time I would return instead of making you sit there all day, and you blatantly disobey me? Thatâs a ballsy move, little one. Tell me, why? Why do you choose to make me punish you?â
Unable to speak, tears sliding down her hot cheeks as she sat shaking. She didnât answer because she couldnât He moved quickly and pulled her hair, ripping her head back so she was forced to look at him, and his anger caused his voice to quiver slightly as he hissed,
âAnswer me, nowâ
She cried, shaking hard as she fought hard against the paralysis of her fear, she narrowed her gaze on him and spat,
âHonestly, Iâm surprised this even caught your attention⊠Sir.â
And on the final word she boldly smirked up at him. He began to laugh. He laughed in her face, shaking his head at her.
âThese are not your rules darling. Oh little one, what a stupid mistake youâve made.â
His reaction frightened her and she flinched, trying to squirm away. His hand still had a tight hold in her hair, as he sensed her try to move, he continued laughing as he pulled her up by her hair so that she stood before him. His eyes stared coldly in hers as the smile slid from his lips, he stared her down until he could feel her entire body tremble. He growled, his face pressed close to hers,
âOn the bed, on your kneesâŠnow pet.â
She ran to the bed as his fingers released her hair and quickly got on her knees, thighs parted wide. He circled the bed, watching her.
âHead pressed into the mattress, ass in the air⊠Now!â
She jumped quickly into position, crying into the mattress that muffled her breathing.
âPull your chest to your legs, and wrap your arms around the back of themâ
Her neck bent in an extremely uncomfortable position as she hugged her legs, she felt him roughly latch the handcuffs on her hands, locking her there.