Hobi's Demands • JHS

Twenty One

"What does that mean?" You couldn't believe he'd say that, you'd never feel the same if you saw a pic of him with someone else.

"We'll discuss that after your punishment, when we talk about the party tomorrow." Hobi was turning you with his hands back to the living room, but you were resisting you wanted to know what he meant. Not later, now.

"I'm still going to the party?" Now you were as unmovable as he'd been at the entrance to your bedroom.

"Don't you want to learn more about being a sub?"

His grin was contagious and you realized you loved his little grins, his smiles. Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest. You didn't mean loved, you meant enjoyed. He was gorgeous, he was marketed to be everyone's fantasy, he was your fantasy. Not love, infatuated.

"That's an answer you have to think about?" You realized you'd been tumbling over your own thoughts and hadn't responded.

"Of course, as long as our discussion goes well and you don't punish me." You crossed your arms obstinately and he ran his hands up your ribs until you laughed.

"I am going to punish you because you earned it. If you really intend to try to get out of that then you should ask yourself if you're ready for this dynamic." Hobi was slowly backing you into the living room, his eyes were watching yours but then they dipped down to your lips and you felt heat everywhere.

"Are you going to hurt me?" You winced, you didn't like the idea of him doing that.

"Not more than you want to be hurt, or can handle." Hobi finally lifted you and carried you around the waist the final steps into the living room, clearly frustrated that you were holding everything up.

"I'm hungry." You huffed when he sat you down on the rug.

"Help me get the table set, I think she put everything in the fridge." You followed Hobi as he made his way to the kitchen.

"She?" You glared at the back of his head.

"Calm down Sunshine, one of the PAs, she was with me when you sent your pic. It was quite the drama in the moment." He glanced over his shoulder at you, he didn't look very nice about it.

"Is that how you got to my apartment so quickly?"

"I pretty much handed her everything and came from the car." Hobi found the box of sushi in the fridge while you opened drawers until you located chopsticks.

"Because you were jealous?" You smirked and took the soy sauce from his hand then headed toward the table.

"Is jealous the right word? I think I was furious at your audacity."

He placed the sushi on the table and then scooted behind you, hands against your lower back. It was domestic and sweet all at once even if his tone was scolding. He grabbed water and Sprite from the fridge and then nudged you into a chair.

"I want to talk about your comment while we eat." You dipped a piece of sashimi into soy sauce and lifted it to your mouth, Hobi was about to do the same.

"If you think that means I like the idea of you sleeping with other people, you're wrong. I don't share, you're still in trouble." He chewed, a challenging look on his face.

"Yah! Dominants share their subs?" You felt confused, you didn't reach for another bite, what had you gotten yourself into?

"Sometimes, but I don't that. It turned me on how open you were with your body. How I pissed you off and you didn't stop for second to think you just sent me an explicit picture of yourself. That anger was mixed with wanting to throw you on my bed and wreck you for every other man."