“Why, Juliet, are you in a hurry to see me naked?”
“Yeah,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Actually, I am, and unlike you, some of us don’t have forever.”
I was in front of her in two steps and my hand was in her hair, fisting it. I tugged her head back, forcing her to look up at me.
“Ouch!” She said. “That hurts.”
“No, but this will,” I said. I reached out and flicked her nipple. She squeaked. It gave me a sick sense of satisfaction to know that I was giving her just the slightest bit of pain: a little bit of darkness to mix with her experience. “I believe I told you that being polite was not optional.”
“You might have said something about that.”
“While you’re here, you’re going to show respect to me, but you’re also going to show respect to yourself.”
“To myself?”
“Yes,” I said. “To yourself.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“And you don’t know how to behave.”
“Then why don’t you make me,” she growled.
My cock was instantly hard. Was she actually asking for my discipline? For my hand? Was she really asking me to take control of her and me and this moment? That was something I craved. It was something I loved.
It also wasn’t something I needed to be told twice.
“Get in the shower,” I said, releasing her hair. She turned and got in, closing the door behind her. I finished stripping down and then I joined her. She eyed my body, raking her gaze up and down. She settled her stare on my cock, and my dick twitched. I liked having her look at me.
“You look different than I thought you would,” she whispered.
“How did you think I’d look?”
“More scars, maybe?” She whispered, looking up at me.
“Juliet.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“You asked me to make you behave,” I said. “Turn around.”
“What?” She squeaked out. I could sense her sudden anxiety about this turn of events. She wanted to play with the big dogs, but she didn’t really understand what that meant. It was fine. I was more than willing to show her what it meant. I could show her what obedience looked like. I could show her what it meant to tame a brat.
“Turn around. Don’t make me tell you again.”
She turned to face the shower wall. The water was pouring down on us. Unlike many shower heads, this one was in the center of the shower. It allowed the water to rain down on us directly, and I loved that. I liked the way that it made me feel, and I knew that she did, too. She had goose bumps on her arms when she turned. I paid careful attention to that.
She was delighted and surprised and nervous. All of those emotions were good. I especially wanted her to be nervous.
“You said you wanted me to make you behave.”
“I...yes...”
“One thing you’ll learn is that I take requests like that seriously.”
“Of course,” she said, but her words were breathless.
“While you’re here, you’ll be mine to play with.”