Mercy

Chapter Four

Marques shivered as he waited.

Blindfolded and bare except for his boxers, Marques' mind flooded with anxiety as he pondered on what would happen to him. His breathing was jagged as he remained still, his hands touching his toes.

Senses heightened, Marques listened for any hint of sound to reach his ears yet none came, only the sound of his breathing was heard throughout the room. He thought he would go mad wondering if Zyporrah was observing him already or if she had headed home and left him to stay shivering in this humiliating position until she returned Saturday afternoon.

Maybe his punishment was to resign himself to his thoughts? To drive himself mad with questions of what he should and could have done?

Was this it? Was this the punishment he was receiving?

Aside from his incompetence of saying that word, Marques knew he meant no harm. He just wanted Zyporrah to make more money; she deserved it more than any of the dominants in the club.

It was by her and the Dungeon Master's expertise and marketing that they were the most popular nightclub in Fort Lauderdale, FL. Whether it was the nighttime shows, their products, education seminars, or gatherings; droves of enthusiasts clawed their way to wherever Lock & Key were and happily forfeited their money. Lock & Key were the epitome of perfection. Tons of applications were sent to work front desk, just to be able to see the Dungeon Master and Zyporrah up close, to hear their orders and succumb to their demands. That was mainly why Marques worked there.

In Marques' eyes, Zyporrah was the perfect domme.

She used her power responsibly, and personally sought the care of her clients after their session.

She was the fairest and the sternest, using her skills in such a dynamic that were erotic to see and hear.

Marques sighed, if he just didn't say that name.

As he continued to ponder through his thoughts, he missed the quiet opening and closing of the room door but quickly noticed the loud clicking of heels.

Marques made sure to become as still as possible, waiting to be given a chance to speak.

"Term." Zyporrah said coolly.

"Red," Marques responded weakly.

Punishment had begun.

"After I have repeatedly said not to say that name in my presence towards all staff here, you insisted on breaking that rule only five minutes of being in my presence today, you deliberately disobeyed me." Zyporrah stated. "I'm extremely disappointed that you would do this, I thought really highly of you until now."

Marques shivered at what Zyporrah had said, her words had cut deep. He didn't want to disappoint her, the fact that she even thought highly of him until now has broken his ego more than being Head Receptionist had elated it.

"Do you have anything to say about the behavior you displayed Marques?" Zyporrah asked as she stood in front of Marques. "Nothing you say will change your punishment, which will not be allowed today. Now speak."

"I was just making a suggestion to move that person's schedule so that you could make more money," Marques confessed. "I never ever would mean to offend."

"Is that all?" Zyporrah asked, skepticism seeping out her voice. "Nothing else that would explain this behavior of yours?"

"No," Marques answered all too quickly.