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Part 1
He had been waiting in the hallway for a short while, watching the door and patiently looking forward to seeing her come home. When she finally returned, she slotted the key into the lock and twisted, swinging the door open and entering with a smile. She beamed at him, with rose-red lips instead of natural pink, and his heart thundered in his chest. His clenched knuckles turned white. She wore a sleeveless black dress with her back and right arm wrapped in artistic tattoos, her skirt loose around her knees so that it could twirl as she spun around. The V of her collar stretched only to the start of her cleavage, and he could not see her nipples through the material. He was a possessive Dominant, so he was glad that she had not drawn attention to her chest in public. Her scarlet hair had faded from the initial magenta with which she would dye it, and it flowed over her shoulders in wavy lines.
She turned around to shut and lock the door, something she liked to do so that she was trapped in the house with him. Yet another thing about her submission that he thoroughly enjoyed. She placed her bag on the floor, but when she turned back to face him, he already had his right hand around her throat and forced her back against the door.
Her lips parted with a smile and he breathed heavily, growling beside her head. She loved it when he played rough. kayaşehir escort He stood to her right, right hand constricting her windpipe, and she could only strain to breathe while he composed himself. She would always squeal with delight when he became primal, knowing that she provoked the beast in him until he even had control over her breathing. She would gladly let him decide if she could take in oxygen, but he cared more for her safety than she did, and he usually had to restrain himself to avoid hurting her. He switched hands on her neck, using his left thumb to hold her trachea while his right hand lowered to fondle her breasts.
With his right claw busy squeezing her large breasts and enjoying the warm bulge of flesh and cloth, he took a sniff of her cheek. Then he deeply inhaled her scent as he dragged his nose over her face. She smiled more with each pass, barely able to contain her excitement. She twisted her neck playfully, trying to kiss him like the naughty girl she was. She knew that she had to let him take the lead when he was in animal mode. She was helpless prey trapped in his clutches, and she was at the mercy of his desires. Still, she tried to kiss him. He forced her head back against the door and she winced with the slightest amount of pain. His voice was deep and hinted with anger,
“What is küçükköy escort rule one, Puppy?”
Her eyes went wide, sudden realisation clear on her face as well as horror of her mistake.
Part 2
“Sir! I am so sor-” he squeezed her neck and jolted her head.
“What is rule one, Puppy?” he emphasised.
“I am not allowed to wear makeup, Sir, except for on my eyes.” He slapped her face gently before continuing to squeeze her breasts, and she lowered her gaze to the floor in shame.
“I would say good girl, but you made me repeat myself.”
“Sir, I am really sorry. May I please expla-“
He did not raise his voice, but he cut through her words harshly, “Be silent.”
A moment passed, she did as she was told and waited, knowing that her discipline would be much harsher if she continued to disobey.
He was thinking, evaluating his own actions the way any good Dominant should. As much as she needed to be disciplined, her explanation might shed light on her actions, or at the very least help him decide on a suitable consequence.
“I want to make sure that you endure a lesson worthy of your actions, so please do tell me why it is that you are wearing… it.”
“As you know, Sir, I met my friend today and we walked around town. She wanted me to try on some makeup with her, but merter escort I was hesitant because of your rule, Sir. Then I remembered that part of your rule is that I must not do it while in your presence, which I was not, Sir, and she convinced me to try on some…,” she avoided the word, knowing that he disliked even hearing it. “I completely forgot about it by the time I got home, which is why I am still wearing it, Sir. I am truly sorry, Sir.”
Another moment passed before he said anything, taking a deep breath. He still had his left hand on her throat, but he had lowered his right hand without realising, and he used it to hold both of her cheeks. He let go of her neck and forced her to look into his eyes.
“The part about being in my presence, relates only to rule two. If I had texted you, requesting that you smile for me, you would have had to deny me, which you would not want.”
“No, Sir,” she spoke through her contorted red lips. He let go of her cheeks and resumed strangling her gently, keeping eye contact and lovingly stroking her hair over her ear.
“If I discipline you, are you going to remember rule one from now on?”
“Absolutely, Sir. Please do whatever you think I deserve, and I will endure it until I have learned from my mistake, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
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