Warnings: light bdsm/heavy smut (18+)
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March 2026 - Emily's POV
I was on edge all damn day. Once we got off the plane it was nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but the way y/n's glistening pussy looked. I didn't know what had gotten into her, but it put me in a horrible mood that I couldn't deal with her insubordination right then and there. She had never been so brazen about breaking the rules and then taunting me about it.
I was thankful when we got to the NATO headquarters because I knew she was relatively safe in the building. It allowed me more room to let my mind wander. I was debating how I wanted to punish her tonight. I needed to cool down a bit. I never wanted to play angry, and she had really pushed my limits earlier today. And to top it all off, I hadn't been able to do anything about it. I felt stripped of all control. All day I jockeyed back and forth on whether I was going to let her cum tonight. But I did know I was reclaiming control tonight.
I was thankful I had thought ahead and ensured we had connected hotel rooms tonight. It'd be hard to explain why she was coming into my room in the middle of the night. When we got back to the hotel for the night, I quickly put on my favorite strap-on and texted y/n.
Emily: Strip and lay on the bed. Now. I'll be there in five. You've exceeded your quota of brattiness today, so don't even think about disobeying. It would be good for you not to try my patience again today.
I ended up waiting twelve minutes just to make sure she was following directions and have her on edge for what was to come. I quietly opened the door and leaned against the door jamb, watching. As each minute passed, her breathing increased - anxious to start playing. She looked so beautiful spread out for me.
"Turn over," I commanded from across the room.
"Em," she breathed out. I rushed over to the bed in three strides and flipped her over myself. My hand came down hard on her ass, the sharp sound resonating in the silent room.
"That's 'ma'am' to you." I pulled her back so her feet were on the floor, her body still draped over the bed. "Do you know what you did today? Do you think it's cute to break the rules? To tease me? You have no idea what's in store for you tonight, little girl." She moaned at my harsh voice. "What are your safe words?" I needed her to remember it was alright to use them; I figured she might need them tonight.
"Red to stop play, yellow to check in," she responded quickly.
"Good girl," I praised her, stroking softly down her back. "You know, I count how many times you break rules or push limits. I counted six times today that you either broke the rules or tried my patience. I told you to sit still and you didn't. You writhed around on the plane like a desperate slut. You called me Em on the plane and earlier just now when you know damn well that isn't my name when we're playing. Morgan definitely knew something was up because you were being so obvious, almost cumming in front of him. You were very loud, and you took your panties off and went commando to an international conference like a little whore." I continued ghosting my fingers over her skin while listing all my grievances.
"And most importantly," I continued, "You rolled your eyes at me," I growled out. I gathered her hair and tugged on it. "Do you think it's polite to do that?" I hissed in her ear.
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