(Completed) He rolled his eyes, playfully chiding, "Stop pretending like you're unaware of all the things your gaze has been revealing for a while now." "I'm not," I insisted, keeping my eyes fixed on him, "desiring you isn't the same as acting on those desires, and I haven't forgotten what you've done." Moving closer, he stopped just inches away, his warmth practically enveloping me as I tried to remain composed. "Then, go ahead and discipline me," he offered. "Bind me, use whips, spank me, yell at me, whatever it takes to vent your feelings. Let me make amends in any way you see fit."
