"Darling." Travis looked up from his laptop, over to where Taylor was sitting on the other side of the couch, plucking the strings of her guitar absent-mindedly.
"I'm trying to get some work done, pretty. Be a doll and keep quiet for me, will ya?"
"Okay, sorry," Taylor whispered, setting her guitar on the ground before leaning back into the couch cushions with a deep sigh. She didn't want to be a bother to Travis, because he was clearly trying to focus, but she was so bored. She had just been sitting around all day, frustrated that her boyfriend was too busy to entertain her.
Taylor grabbed her phone and decided to scroll a little in hopes that Travis would be finished with his work soon. She scrolled mindlessly through Twitter, bookmarking some of the fans' theories and clowning. Then she switched to Instagram, scrolling and scrolling for what felt like forever. Peeking over at her boyfriend, she huffed when he was still typing away. How much longer could this man work, she thought to herself.
She then opened up TikTok, her favorite app to stalk swifties on. The first video that popped up was a group of girls showing off their Eras Tour outfits with a fun transition, but she couldn't even get through the whole thing before Travis interrupted.
"Darling. Volume off." He said it sternly, yet his voice still had a gentle undertone.
Taylor groaned, honestly quite fed up. "Oh come on, seriously? I can't even be on my phone? Don't you think that's a little unreasonable?"
"I'd watch my mouth if I were you, darling. You're testing my patience. And I never said you couldn't be on your phone, I just asked you to be on your phone silently. But maybe you're right, maybe you shouldn't be on your phone. Maybe then you'll learn not to talk back." He stretched out the palm of his hand expectingly.
She looked at him, incredulous. "You're not seriously taking my phone away, are you?" She chuckled a little in disbelief.
"You're not seriously talking back again, are you?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just so fucking bored!" Then she softened her eyes a little, giving him her best pouty face. "Come on, daddy. Just take a little break. You've been working so hard. Let's play a little."
"Nice try, brat. Phone. Now."
She gave up, handing her phone over and watching as Travis put it in his back pocket and got back to work.
"You're mean," she complained.
"Keep it up with that mouth of yours darling, and you'll make the punishment much worse for yourself."
Unbeknownst to Travis, his words had the opposite effect on Taylor than he had intended. Because in her mind, a punishment from him meant at least he'd be giving her some attention.
He continued speaking. "Now, you can sit there quietly and look pretty, or you can go find something to do while I get this done. Your choice."
"Fine," she mumbled, leaning back into the couch with her arms crossed. But she had ulterior motives.
"Good girl." He focused his attention back to the screen.
Taylor sat there quietly for a few minutes, making sure Travis' full attention was back on his work. Then she moved slowly, making sure not to draw attention to herself. She subtly picked her guitar back up off the ground.
"Hey look at this new song I just wrote," she announced loudly, before beginning to aggressively strum a new melody.
Travis was not amused.
"That's it baby. Strike three." He shut his laptop and got up. Taylor smirked to herself, knowing she was finally getting what he wanted. Travis sure knew how to punish, and it turned Taylor on like nothing else. She loves it when he's rough with her.
