Who Had A Mind to Disagree?

This'll Hurt Me Worse Than You

Mr. Manson's P.O.V.

"TWIGGY!!" I called as loud and demanding as possible. That bitch was taking too damn long out there with Skold, and I knew exactly what they were doing; flirting. They were doing it under my roof, and I was sure as Hell that they'd go even further behind my back. The mere thought of it made me cringe in disgust and feel a surge of anger spread throughout my body. It was not at aimed at Skold, but at Twiggy. My Twiggy.

After a good few minutes, Twiggy's rapid clunking footsteps neared. His heels clicked on the gravel lightly but audible enough to tell me that he was at a slight sprint. Somehow I knew it was because Twiggy was afraid to keep me waiting and also because he was scared about being punished tonight, and he was aware what it was for.

A sly smirk formed on my face, knowing full well that little Twiggy was fearful of me. It made me feel fucking wonderful how the smaller man cowered before me sometimes, how he would do every thing that I wanted him to and exactly how I wanted it done, how he just fucking looked down at the floor submissively because he was terrified of what I was capable of. I loved seeing the fear flash through his eyes and the feeling of power it gave me, the kind of power that just made me feel heat spread across my crotch. He was more afraid now, and it pleased me.

He of course wouldn't and shouldn't be so afraid if he knew he weren't doing anything wrong, but he was. I knew he was. Twiggy was being flirty with the damn Swede when he knew he wasn't supposed to, specially not behind my back. And so there he was, rushing to get here before I could think about beating his ass for hitting on blondie. Maybe Twiggy Pie wasn't having a make out session with the Swede, but he wouldn't express evident fear and guilt like that if he hadn't done something wrong.

Twiggy flew in through the door, panting ever so slightly as he caught his breath in a somewhat low-key manner. I noticed that his flat boyish chest rose and fell rapidly in that pretty little red dress of his, and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down his ruby-red clad body. That thigh-length dress hugged his rather feminine figure, showing off all of his curves perfectly, a compliment to his figure. From his ribs, a soft curve began, going inward just slightly, leading down to widening hips, then those hips led further down his body. God, his legs looked fantastic peaking out from under the short dress. They were unblemished, unmarked, smooth, unscarred, and best of all the shape of them were epic. Further down those perfectly shaped legs, his feet were pointed oh so hotly like they were on tip toes because of the high-heels. His feet looked so smooth and sexy, like the foot fetish's dream. You really didn't even have to see the whole foot to know that they were cute feet.

I just fucking loved it, everything. He looked so god damn hot but also classy, but I knew this bitch was nothing close to that. He was just a whore no matter how fucking fancy he dressed. And like a whore he would be treated, sooner or later. Eventually, when he gets punished for what he'd done tonight. I might have some fun tonight, just feeling him up and toying with him teasingly while I punish him. I couldn't fuck him because he would consider it as rape, so the only thing I could do as far as sex goes is to tease and touch him, and that's fine. It's fun to watch. God, I could already picture him whimpering and begging for me to stop taunting him because he didn't like it, and I could already see how his body would betray whatever his mind would say.m My pants were beginning to tighten around me...

"Mr. Manson?" He called, snapping me out of my thoughts. Jeordie's face was flushed with worry as he examined my expression. Dammit, I'd been staring too damn long.

"Come here." I ordered. Confusion washed over his face and he looked as if he were about to question me. Perplexed, he opened his mouth and he clearly wanted to speak his mind. But he knew better than to question his boss and so, he dropped it. Smart boy. I whirled around then led him to the kitchen without another word.