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"Nova," I could tell. There was something about him that was different. Maybe it was the way he walked, or maybe even the way he said my name. It didn't have that sense of... anticipation. Which means that he had disobeyed me. Slater had disobeyed me. "Can I--"

"Sleep on the couch." He freezes, hand mid-wipe against his hair as he blinks rapidly. I could tell that his mind was racing, wondering how I found out. I flip the page of the book I was reading, acting as calm as possible.

Our two week no-touching rule was just broken. He knew that as well as I did. It was now down to whether he would admit it and accept the punishment, or... A cat and mouse game where the winner takes all.

"I-Is there something wrong, sweetheart?" Slater stammers, playing it off. Two can play at that game.

"I'm tired. Close the door on your way out." He stood there stunned for a moment, before I snapped the book shut, nearly making him jump. He trudges to the door, a soft "fuck" leaving his mouth as it clicks closed.

-

"Please just talk to me," Slater follows me to the bedroom and I shrug my jacket off, letting it slide off my shoulder without care. He catches it, before folding it neatly. He kept the house spotless ever since that day, gazing up at me with puppy dog eyes waiting for approval. "I-I won't do it again--"

"Mutt." The word hits him like a truck. He stumbles back as if physically hit, eyes going wide. He knows I know. Slater slides to his knees, eyes trained on the ground.

"I'm sorry," He whimpered, chest heaving. I look at him, fully, for the first time in three days. "I-I couldn't control myself—"

"Like a mutt." I tilted his chin up until he was forced to look me in the eyes. Beautiful and vulnerable, entirely submitting to me. "Like a dirty fucking mutt."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," He whispered, just as I let go of him.

"Do you accept your punishment?" He nods, biting his lip. "What are you being punished for, mutt?"

"Disobeying my Mistress and touching myself." His voice wavers but doesn't break. I look over him, his dick already forming a bulge in his pants.

"Which hand did you use?"

"My right, mistress." I point toward the bed and he immediately moves, not looking to find himself in a deeper situation than he already was in.

"I want you naked by the time I turn around, mutt." I hear the frantic movement of clothing as I open the cabinet, grabbing a handcuff that was connected to another with a long rope. I pull the tie off of my neck, tossing it aside and unbuttoning my white shirt. I'm left in my underwear and skirt, clambering over his bare body as he basically quivers at every contact of skin. I sit on his lap, his erection pressing against my thigh as I lean toward his hand. I snap the handcuff around it, wind the rope around his waist twice, then hitch the handcuff around his wrist again, securing it behind his back.

He holds himself up with his left hand, arm planted behind him to stop him from tipping over. "Grind. Get yourself off like the dirty dog you are, whore." Slater ducks his head at those words, breath rattling on his throat as he pushes himself against my thigh, hips lifting both of us up as his dick rubbed against me slightly.

Restrained, he could barely even work up constant friction, and with me moving with him, he was just thrusting into empty air. But he was turned on.

So fucking turned on that his dick was rigid and veined, soft puffs of frustration leaving him at the lack of motion. "Mistress, plea-please," I get off of him and he sucks in a breath, my knee falling between his legs as I shoved him back.