Delirious Love

Chapter Nineteen

Smutish warning...

Emory's POV

After getting off the ferris wheel, we were on our way home. Ansel had attempted to get us to stay longer in case I wanted to do something, but at the carnival, we literally did everything. After convincing him that we could go home, he nodded and led me to his car, opening it for me. We're now on our way to his place, and I'm glad since I'm tired. We arrived at his complex and made it up to his apartment.

Once we got inside, I stretched. When I finished stretching, I turned around to see Ansel staring at me. It was a gaze that I couldn't describe. That scared me. He didn't say anything; instead, he simply began walking towards me. He and the wall eventually cornered me.

"Don't tell me you thought I'd forget about you rolling your eyes at me." He mockingly stated. My eyes widened, thinking that I'd been let off the hook, but I wasn't.

"No, you rolled your eyes at me," I reminded him, sticking to my gaslight strategy. When he wrapped his hand around my throat, gently squeezing it, as if it was a warning, I immediately changed my mind.

"Ansel, I'm sorry-"

"I'm not interested in hearing your explanation. Go upstairs and take everything off but your underwear." He said, sterly. Even though I thought this was complete bullshit, I obliged nevertheless since I didn't want to worsen my punishment. He let go of my throat and took a step back, enabling me to go upstairs to do what he had asked.

I was both nervous and excited to see what he had planned. Was it going to be like what he said while I was drunk? Or would it be a different kind of punishment? I didn't know how long I had to undress, so I began as soon as I entered his room. I stripped off all of my clothes, and only wore my underwear. Sitting on the side of his bed, waiting for his arrival.

I heard footsteps after a few minutes.

This is it, Emory, your first punishment is about to happen.

As he enters the room, he scans me. When he sees me completely naked except my underwear, he hums in approval.

"Do you remember what your safe word is?" He asks me.

While nodding, I tell him, "Yes, it's 'Jumanji'." He looks at me and nods.

"Stand up." He says. I internally sigh and roll my eyes, apparently I'm a dog now.

Woof. I internally smile, not wanting Ansel to think I'm making fun of him or his orders. I get up and wait for the next command.

"Since this is your first punishment, I'll go easy on you today, yes?" He says and I nod in response.

"Yes, Ansel." I say, knowing he likes verbal answers. He approaches me, his hand gripping my chin.

"It's 'yes, sir' to you, got it?" He tells me. My eyes widen. What happened to his gentle side? Not that I'm complaining, but this side of him had me aroused as fuck. I could already feel my underwear dampen from his tone, his dominance.

Still speechless, I nod. He wraps his fingers around my throat once again, this time gripping it a little harder than he did down stairs. I let out a tiny moan, loving how he controls my breathing.

"Cat got your tongue, love? I believe I asked you a question. Speak." Ansel told me. Each sentence he said, he squeezed my throat a little tighter.

"Yes, sir," I replied. He hummed and released his grip on my throat. I took in a deep breath and looked back at Ansel. He approached the bed and sat on the edge where I had been seated. He made a 'come here' signal with two of his fingers. I complied and walked over to him.