“Would you like to play, my pet?”
My boyfriend stood in the doorway of our bedroom, a half-smile on his face as he looked at me. I turned towards him as the door clicked shut.
I hesitated before I replied, toying with the words on my tongue.
“Yes, master.”
“Get on your knees.”
I smiled at him prettily.
“No.”
He paused.
“What?”
“I said, no.”
He considered me quietly, and then began to walk towards me. With each calculated, menacing step he took, my heart pounded a little faster.
