With Love From Josh

The Cat Plays

A glare found him, with courtesy from my eyes.

"Where are they?" I growled.

"They who?" He taunted back.

I groaned in annoyance.

"Oh. They! " He feigned reliasation. "   They are were they are" he smiled sweetly.

"I want to leave! Let me go or else..." 😤

"Or else what? You will scream?" He moved closer to the bed. " "There's nothing to threaten me with. Nothing! "

He stood tall over the bed looking down at me like I was helpless, weak and at his mercy.
I hate it when men see me as weak just because my sex organ is different from theirs. So without much ceremony, I leapt at him, succeeding in knocking him down. Not with my weight though, my hand had voluntarily stricken his jaw. We hit the floor with a loud thud and I quickly sent his hands upwards and stepped on them. Stomped actually, but not much difference between right 😁.

I feel an urge to sit on his face and pull his hair out one by one but my brain tells me that's not quiet a good idea. He might bite my butt. So I resorted to stomping some more.

After making sure his fingers were definitely useless for the time being, I grinned evilly at him. He tried to get up but I swiftly kicked him between the legs and dropped down on his crotch. Landing with my butt and a punch to his stomach. He groaned. Oh God he looks sick! I'm revelling in this.

My glory was cut short as he threw me off him and backed away. None the less, I've done some damage and I'm satisfied with my work. While I was smiling at him like an idiot, he was glaring.

"I couldn't help it?" I said sweetly and apologetically. I even batted my eyes at him. I'm loving the angry look on his face right now.
Now I know how a volcano looks like when it's about to blow.

He groaned and staggered to the door .

"I will be back. " He muttered back at me before slamming the door, leaving me smiling in his bedroom.

++Now now Sidney, just calm down. He will forgive you when he gets back...after killing you first. ++ I rolled my eyes at my conscience as I went to check whether the door was locked although I was sure it was.

Of course it's locked! I huffed and walked towards the bathroom in the room. It's the only door apart from the bedroom one so if it doesn't lead to a toilet and bath I will be damned. I sighed in relief, it was a toilet and bath. I washed my hands and went back into the bedroom. They felt dirty because  they had made contact with Josh. Whatever punishment he thinks up for me is going to be painful.

Why did I have to stomp on his fingers? Was that really necessary? Why did I punch him in the stomach? Seriously.

++Can you see yourself pleading to him for mercy right now? ++ My conscience asked in annoyance at my lack of self control.

Don't even dream about it. I won't plead when he is punishing me.

What kind of punishment will he come up with? I don't know how creative he is but I sincerely hope not very much. Or else the options could range from A to Z and even maybe additional alphabets he can come up with.

Seriously I have to stop beating myself up about this. If he wants to punish me I will take it head-on, if he wants to forgive which is highly unlikely, I would have to do a reality check.

I sat on the bed and looked at the door. How long will it take him to come back? Fuck this is bad🤦