"Does this bother you?" "That depends on your definition of 'bothered'", she replies."Does this bother you?" "That depends on your definition of 'bothered'", she replies. He gives her wrists a sharp squeeze; she must squirm to keep from gasping aloud. "I can't allow that kind of attitude," he muses. "How should I discipline you?" When she does not respond, he crushes her wrists in his grip almost brutally, feeling her body both tense and radiate heat in response. "What should I do?" he repeats. As the familiar trembling starts, she replies, "As you wish." The grip releases her, but something compels her to leave her arms where they are; nor does she turn to look at the one who commands her. "Gather your things," he orders, standing up behind her. Obediently, she puts her book away, and picks up her coat and gloves. |