Skinny Jeans

"Don't you fucking dare speak to me like I'm a dog!" He yelled; his eyes flashing as he glared at me.

I rolled my eyes and calmly crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well don't you speak to me like I'm some sort of sex toy to you, Dylan." I said; a hint of a smirk creeping onto my lips.

His shoulders sagged and his gaze dropped from my stare, defeated.

I smiled and turned on my heel to leave, twisting my head over my shoulder to check if he was still watching me.

"Good boy."