Tough Love

4▪ Slave

Darcy had been sitting on her knees for what seemed liked hours.

Every now and then the man would glance down at Darcy,
looking at her with a small smirk.

Darcy was beginning to become restless and her knees ached from how long she had been kneeling on them.

Darcy let out a small whine and squirmed in her position.
This was her way of her asking the man if she could sit.

The man finally looked down at Darcy, his crystal eyes raking over her body. He didn't say anything so Darcy let out another whine and squirmed even more.

After a moment of just staring at Darcy, a smirk on his face and amusement in his eyes he finally gave Darcy the relief that she begged for.

"You may sit"
He said simply and Darcy's eyes slightly lit up with joy as she let out a sigh of exhaustion and let her body slump until her bottom hit the floor.
With a huff of relief Darcy let her body relax.

Her bottom lip stuck out and she tried her hardest to look mad as she crossed her legs.

She couldn't believe the man had made her kneel for that long, her knees were killing her.

With a face that mocked anger, Darcy looked up to the man, not surprised to see he was already staring at her.

As the man stared down at Darcy, his smirk grew wider at the sight of her angry and pouting like a little child. The man liked the childish look on Darcy, he thought it fit her cute face very well.

"Sir, what she would do about the russians?"

A man sitting at the table said gaining the back man's attention.

"What should we do?, Show them up of course!"
The man said venomously to the man on the other side of the table, sounding dumbfounded and offended that he would even ask such questions.

Darcy slightly jumped at the harshness in the man's voice.

No one had replied to the man, they were all afraid of what would happen if they did.

Darcy looked up to the man once more and watched as he man squeezed his eye shut and sighed.

The man was trying his best to manage his anger, but it wasn't very easy when he was surrounded by a bunch of pussies. This is the reason he hated meeting with the newbies.
This job belonged to his second in command Dekota, who was unsurprisingly not here.

Bringing his lowered head up back up and opening his eyes, with a dark gaze the man looked at all of the other men in the room.

"Do your job and do it right. That's all I ask of you" the man said simply and the men nodded their heads, replying with a firm 'yes sir'

Feeling as if he get the massage across the man stood from his chair.

With a low grunt he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"Let's go, little lamb"
He said to Darcy without even looking down at her before walking towards the door.

Darcy hopped up from her spot on the floor, feeling happy that she could finally move and stretch her legs.

The men in the room watched as Darcy, with a small smile on her face, ran to catch up with the man, her long red curly locks bouncing up and down. The little slave was running to catch up to her master, who had bought her not more than a month ago.