Persephone: Leonidas' Domina

15.5- Mature Content

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As Leonidas walked behind her, her silk blue robe flowing with the wind, all he could think of was the fact that he looked like a kicked puppy following his owner to it's doom.

He could not help but think about what she could possibly do to him.

Hit him?

Make him stand in a corner?

He did not know, he had never done anything like this before.

His nerves began to do their giddy play with him and his fingers demanded for a surface to drum on though he ended up wrapping his arm around his body and biting his lips hard so as not to shake too much.

She cornered into a stall, perhaps in a more definitive way, a stable as he stood some steps away while she talked to the stable boy.

She had a smile on her face that Leonidas had come to understand as 'I talk to you only because I respect the fact we both breathe air but do not dare keep me from what I want' before she pointed at him and kept talking.

The stable boy had his head down all through the talk and did not even look up when she pointed his way before handing over a key to her and walking off.

Or scurrying, if one looked well enough.

"Come,"

She entered into the stable now and he followed suit, the smell of horses and their remains lighting up his nose though he fought the urge to give any reactions whatsoever.

He already had too much on his plate.

Heaps and months of hay surrounded them, a whole big room of it with the horses in stalls ten feet away while Leonidas wondered what they were doing there.

Persephone had taken off the robe now, hanging it unto a rack as he stared at her body.

She had on a black lace bra, or Leonidas thought that was what it was called, he was no expert in woman wear, panties, yes, he knew what those were, and some sort of belt like material around her waist, bringing out her curves that had strings attached to black lacy stockings.

And was holding a riding crop in her leather gloved hand.

When she turned around, there was a look on her face that Leonidas could have sworn made the black cloth compliment her brown skin beautifully but with that riding crop in her hand, all he could think of was I am screwed.

"Undress,"

It was the usual command, the usual order that he had come to get used to it because she demanded it everytime they met but all of a sudden, he was too aware of the blue tattoo on his back and too aware of the thing in her hand. "What do you want to do?"

Her eyebrows raised at it. "You asked for this."

"Yes, but-"

She sighed, walking to a square box of hay that was right infront of him and sitting on it while she crossed her legs, giving him a very clear view of her laps.

Leonidas swallowed.

"If you have any complaints, you can leave," She drawled, with zero interest in her voice. "We only have one hour for this before the boy returns and if I do not finish this when that happens, you shall never see me again."

The last words snapped him out of his ogling of her thighs as he looked at her, his voice in a whisper, "Never?"

"There are other people who would not fail me."