1001 Love Stories Darker

obedience(BDSM)(11)

Nicoismysenpai Seth is my precious boi so you best not be talking shit about him.

Jay's POV

I'm late. Fuck I'm late. I think trying my best to run home carrying the large boxes of craft supplies.

I pray to some unknown god before me that master was held up at a meeting or traffic, a none lethal plane crash would even do.

All but him sitting in that fucking chair watching the door like I knew he was.

I get to the door of the large house and take a deep breath before fumbling around for my key before sliding it into the lock and opening the door.

"Your late." I'm met by those cold gray eyes shining in the light of the small lamp in the otherwise pitch-black house.

I try my best to swallow the massive lump forming in my throat while looking at his face that said 'make peace with your god because you're gonna die tonight.'

"I was, working and time flew. I didn't mean to;" he held up one finger and the words seem to halt in my throat as he lets out a sigh probably wondering what to do with me.

I silently look at the box I was holding and wait.

"Come." He says in a cold voice and I instantly set the box down and scurry to his feet to kneel in front of him.

I lay my head just so in hopes that he would be gentle and just stroke my head like he often did when he was upset.

But I know that he won't.

His hand runs through my hair once before getting to the back and he grabs a hold yanking it back and making me look up at him.

"I'm sorry," I say tears feeling my eyes but he only brings his face dangerously close to mine.

"Save your sorry's until I'm ready to forgive you." He hisses and I know that there was no way I wouldn't be getting punished for this.

*

Master chose the worst punishment for me.

I didn't put up much of a fight as I was chained to the wall by the color I wore around my neck.

There was only enough room for me to sit on the floor.

I couldn't lay down nor could I stand up so I was only in a kneeling position on the floor while he was out.

I know master was good but it always scared me when he left me like this.

What if he was going to pick up friends and let them have their fun with me, or what if he'd bring back someone better then me and fuck him while I was forced to watch.

Master never did any of those things but the thought still scared me.

He was really mad.

Not like, didn't iron his suit or the dinner was burnt mad. No, he was really mad and it scared me what he would do.

I think leaving me here was another form of punishment.

I think he knew that I would worry. That I would be scared and I'd cry.

Master was gone for a long while and when I finally heard the door open I strained myself to listen to see if there was any sign that someone else was here.