Mind Games and D.I.D

65. You've not been spoken to.

After entering the house, Tony closed the door behind him at the top of the stairs and made his way down while typing on his phone. He paused at the bottom and glanced up to take in the sight of Morgan. She had really put everything into this visitation, remembering his requirements to please him. Morgan was lying seductively on the bed in a black lace, zip-up corset with matching underwear and suspended fishnet stockings, which were a little hard for her to get up her right leg, due to the ankle cuff, but she managed to slip it underneath. And since she'd had all day to do her hair and makeup, it looked fantastic.

"Good evening, Master..." she greeted him lustfully, only for Tony to glance back down at his cell phone and continue to type out a message without acknowledgement.

"Are you going to say something?" She asked in frustration to his lack of response. "I've put a lot of time into this..."

"You've not been spoken to," Tony stated strictly while finishing up his message, forcing her to infuriatingly sit in silence and wait for his full attention.

Morgan surely expected him to walk over and have her right then and there, but when done with his phone he didn't. She watched as he inhaled deeply, dropped the small paper bag and pulled off his suit jacket, dropping it behind him on the stairs.

"What did I tell you about smoking in here?" He asked sternly as he reached into his pants pocket for his keys. She felt a quiver go down her spine, as she remembered being a little careless with one or two cigarettes throughout the day. "You've failed the first test."

"Fuck..." she muttered to herself as she watched him unlock the cabinet.

"Looks like I'm going to have to discipline you now..." he stated as he turned back with the flogger in hand. Morgan had lost count of how many times she had truly felt scared with this man in this room, but now was another time. Her eyes filled with remorse, and she began to quiver in terror.

"No... I'm sorry, sir! Please don't hurt me... I'm really, really sorry! It was just one, I swear!"

"You should have thought about that earlier," he retorted staunchly as he walked over to her.

"No..." she cringed and inched away from him.

"Come here, baby..." he commanded calmly as he stood at the edge of the bed and gestured for her to move to a spot just in front of him. Morgan's hands were shaking but she tried hard not to show it.

"I beg you..." she quietly pleaded, then flinched as he bent down and wrapped his hand around her ankle, just above the cuff. He gripped it tightly then yanked her towards the edge of the bed.

"These fishnets look fantastic on you..." he muttered sweetly, which calmed her down a little. Tony then grabbed her arm and forced her over onto her stomach, pulling her towards him by her hips and got between her legs with her knees just off the bed.

"Please..." she whimpered. Tony chose not to respond and gazed down at the suspenders that held up the individual stockings on the back of her thighs. Her skin looked so pale and soft in the fluorescent light that he couldn't help but touch it. The light touch of two of his fingers on her skin sent chills through her whole body as the atmosphere became tense. Everything was silent as she was frozen rigid in fear, then the click and ping of one of the suspenders being undone made her jump. Then the other one as she realised Tony had purposefully unhooked them. She then felt the leather strands of the flogger brush lightly across the back of her bare thighs. The suspense was almost too much to handle as she heard him take a deeper breath. Tony hummed with eagerness as he brought the flogger up and prepared himself to swing with force. Morgan cringed with anticipation as he exhaled and brought the flogger down hard on the back of her left thigh.