Owning Her

Chapter Six

This is a bit of a test. This chapter was written by my husband so please let me know what you think one way or another! I want to be able to have him write more chapters from Greyson's P.O.V. so there's some difference and the chapters from a man are written by a man.

It was another long studio day, but nothing out of the ordinary for the past few months. Though, it was now just a month until Vivian's birthday. Greyson walked through the halls of the audio production house, checking for any open studio rooms or any recording gear out of place. The voice team for an animated show had reached out to him at the beginning of the year to use the facilities to record the latest season of their production. It was easy enough of a request for him to approve of, as his name was on the front glass of the receptionist lobby.

Even though Greyson had stepped away from actual studio tech work and hands-on duties in the past two months to run the business and move his studio forward, he still liked to walk his halls and close up shop like he always had. Eight years since he bought his building, it had always felt the same way as the first tour walking in with the realtor. This place was peace to him.

But it wasn't home.

Vivian had wrapped up early on a Friday afternoon and would be waiting for his arrival in her place as usual. The weeks of stepping away from the front lines of production had also allowed him more time with her, which was greatly appreciated if Vivian's constant expectancy of him getting home at a reasonable hour was any indication. The one request he had genuinely chuckled at when she made it, just five months into the start of their agreement of roles.

Greyson started home, and knowing how squeamish his Kitten would get in the wait, turned to the scenic route. An extra fifteen minutes of driving wasn't what he would consider a punishment of any kind, but Vivian had given him looks to show it felt as bad as a belt at times. But, circumventing the norm could lead to better results if handled correctly, she should know that by now.

He had watched her habit of putting up a pout and a bratty tone to see the flare of anger behind his eyes grow a little too frequent, getting attention in a way that slid the balance of control a bit too far from his grasp. So, the extra time driving gave him the quietness needed to come up with their activities for the night. A way to incite some creativity.

As he entered the apartment, she straightened the tiniest bit as she kneeled in her place, centered on her pillow in the walkway and waiting for him to approach. The wind slipped in the door and fluttered her thin, single-shouldered summer dress, the violet-dyed fabric sliding up her thighs and exposing the top of the sheer white stockings and a slight hint of a pair of white lace panties. The cold air sent a shiver up her spine and elicited a slight moan from her lips as she tried to speak steadily around the sudden shakiness.

"Hello, Sir. Welcome home."

"Hello there, Kitten. Did you enjoy the extra time to think while I drove home? The sunset was beautiful today, by the way." Even with her head bowed, Greyson could tell by her shiver from the breeze and the tenseness in her shoulders that she could hear his smirk.

"I would have enjoyed the sunset with you if you'd made it home earlier ... Sir." Her tone was honest, soft, and genuine in her admission of missing him.

At the same time, Greyson could hear the underlying tinge of brattiness was already beginning.

Let's change up the chess pieces, then.

"Tonight, I have a different idea for my pet. Small and simple, but a challenge of the will of a good slut all the same. Dress off, panties stay in place, I will be right back." With a quick and soothing trail of fingers through Vivian's hair, Greyson teasingly tosses her head away from his palm, steps to the side, and walks past his waiting toy.