His disappointment is like a tangible force wrapped around me. Even after all of my classes for the day, I can still hear his words, see the anger in his eyes after the night at the party. I deserve whatever punishment he deems fit.
After classes, I don't bother going home first, but instead head directly to Adrian's place. Turning into the parking lot, I cut off the engine and just sit, thinking about what's to come next.
I like to believe that after these past few weeks with Adrian, I'm used to his punishments. Though I have never done anything too bad, I know that this time will be different.
Sighing, I drop my keys in my purse, pulling out a rubber band to tie my hair up and out of my face. My heart races as I get out of the car. I climb up the stairs, smiling at an elderly woman as she walked past me.
As I stand in front of Apartment 17, I finger the key in my pocket, trying not to panic. Taking a deep breath, I dig out my key and unlock the door.
The lights are off when I enter and it doesn't look like Adrian is here. I drop my bag on the table by the door before walking into the kitchen. There is a note on the kitchen counter, a simple piece of copy paper with Adrian's handwriting on it.
'A, I'll be back at eight. Bathe, prepare yourself, and wait for me in your spot.'
I glance over at the clock on the wall, noting the time. Dropping the letter, I walk into the spare bedroom and strip, placing all of my clothes in the hamper before entering the bathroom.
After getting out of the tub, I dry off quickly, twisting my hair up into a knot and pinning it in place. Grabbing my lotion, I spread it all over my skin, rubbing it in.
I place the silk cushion on the floor in front of Adrian's bedroom door. I kneel on it, tucking my legs beneath me. Clearing my thoughts, I inhale and exhale, listening as a key is inserted in the deadbolt, twisting until the lock slides free.
I interlace my fingers behind my back and stare down at the floor, listening to Adrian's footsteps. I long to look up, to see his eyes, to reassure myself that despite what's coming, he still wants me.
But I don't dare look up. My punishment will be a lot worse.
Adrian drops his keys and moves past me to get into his bedroom before slamming the door shut behind him. He doesn't speak, nor does he even touch me in any way as he passes.
Sadness blooms in my chest as I fight the urge to get up and go after him. I feel so worthless kneeling him. Any other day, we might be playing, enjoying ourselves right now, but because of my stupid mistake, I have to be punished.
My knees begin to ache from my prolonged position, but I don't complain, and I don't shift my position.
It seems like forever before Adrian opens the bedroom door, being careful not to touch me as he goes to sit in his chair.
He sighs and the sound wraps around me, the first sound I have heard him make since this morning. I try not to react to him, but it's hard.
"Come here." His voice is harsh, his words a rough command.
I spring into action, crawling over to him before kneeling between his legs. I can feel the difference in him today from yesterday when he surprised me in class. Yesterday, he was happy, but today, I feel his anger, brewing just beneath the surface.
The legs of his leather pants are tucked into his scuffed black boots, and although I can only see just to his waist, he's wearing a slim-fit black, cotton shirt.
He shifts to the edge of his chair. Adrian folds his hands in his lap, and I can practically feel his gaze on me. We stay like this for some time, but after a few minutes, he finally addresses me.
"What would have happened at that party if your friend or I weren't there?"
I tremble, hearing the underlining malice in his voice. "I-I wouldn't have done a-anything."
Sighing, he reaches up and pulls the pin from my hair, running his fingers through the ends of my hair.
"I think I'm in a forgiving mood." He wraps my hair around his fist, pulling it roughly so I look up at him. I gasp, shivering at his treatment. "When I ask you a question, you answer it truthfully. D'you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Now, what would have happened at the party if your friend or I weren't there?"
I want to look away from his penetrating gaze, but his hold on my hair keeps me immobile. "He might have taken advantage of me."
"Mm-hmm." He lifts his free hand, skimming his fingers down the center of my chest. With a feather light touch, he circles my left breast with his index and middle finger before pinching my nipple.
I gasp as the sharp pain shoots directly to my core.
"Arch your back," he whispers gazing down at me impassively.
I do so without hesitation. The action causes me to press against the leather of his pants. I can feel the prominent bulge in his pants. He's not as unaffected by this as I thought.
"Did I give you permission to go to a party?" He asks releasing my nipple before switching to the opposite one.
"No sir."
"But you went anyway?"
Before I can answer, he lifts his hand and slaps my breast, making me yelp. With just a warning look from him, I quickly resume my position.
"Yes sir."
"Then you need to be punished, don't you?"
I can't help the breathy sigh that leaves my lips. "Yes sir."
The corner of his mouth tipped up into a half grin. "Is that what you want? You want me to punish you?"
His hand slips between my legs, his sensual fingers rubbing my nether lips, spreading the wetness that he caused.
"Yes sir. I need you to punish me."
Adrian sits back, regarding me with cool green eyes. The absence of his touch makes me squirm, the ache between my legs building.
Reaching on the side of his chair, he grabs and a box and sets it on his lap. It's a hand carved wooden box, with Latin inscriptions across the top. I remember him showing it to me a few weeks ago. He made it one Christmas a few years ago, and in it, he keeps my journal and other items he keeps for my submission.
Adrian removes the top, pulling out a gold, metal collar with a single O ring on it. I sit up straighter at the sight of it, already anticipating the cool metal against my neck. He notices my reaction, but merely smirks, placing the collar on the end table.
"You'll have to earn that back, love," he says as he pulls out a ball-gag from the box. "Open."
I open my mouth and he presses the red ball against my mouth, pulling the black straps around my head and tightening them in place.
"Look at me."
