I stand frozen in fear.
He reaches behind me and I’m terrified he’s going to hurt me, but I hear him press a button and calmly say, “Roza, there’s been an accident in the dining room. A vase is broken, please send someone to clean it up.”
He slides his big hands under my armpits and lifts me like a feather, over the glass, and returns me to my chair. His eyes frantically scan my body, “Are you hurt?”
“I, uh.”
“Did any glass cut you,solnyshko?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
He sits and slides my chair between his legs so I’m facing him. He reaches for my face and I squeeze my eyes shut, but I open them when he cradles my cheeks in his hands. His sigh is filled with anger and frustration. “You are not disgusting.”
I shake my head.
“You don’t believe my words?”
I bite my lip fighting the tears that want to come.
“Answer me.”
I shake my head.
“You’ve disobeyed me twice in a matter of seconds. You already owe me a spanking. Do I need to punish you?”
I squeak out, “No.”
“Then tell me you believe me. You are not disgusting,solnyshko. Tell me.”
“But I am.”
“From this point on you will banish his voice from your head, do you understand me?”
I stare at my feet.
“You refuse me yet again? I cannot allow your disobedience.”
He stands and holds out his hand, “Come.”
I shake my head and fold my arms across my chest.
Before I know it, I’m over his shoulder and he is carrying me down the hallway.
“Stop it!”
Roza passes us but acts like nothing is out of the norm.
“Help me!” I yell.
He yanks the bedroom door open and I think he’s going to throw me on the bed, but he doesn’t. He carries me to the door in the corner and punches in a code, unlocking it, and opening it.
He slams the door, locks it, and turns on a light switch that barely allows a glow to form overhead.
He still has me in his arms, and when I see what the room holds my sex slickens with need. But I won’t admit it and I scream and pound his back. “No! I won’t!”
He lowers me and crushes me against his chest and growls, “You disobeyed me multiple times.”
“Please don’t.”