Humbled, Part 2
I was wearing something that I knew would get to him. Mostly lace, a little bit of ribbon, vaguely apron-inspired with nothing in the back but a pink bow to hold it to my body. When he noticed me in the doorway, he did a double-take and gave me a look that could really only be described as ravenous.
“I don’t know what you’re looking at, bitch, this isn’t for you,” I said and crossed by him. I guess you can say that maybe I was provoking him a bit. I don’t know. Part of me wanted to keep up the dominant act and part of me wanted to see if he would just overtake me.
I was still surprised when one of his arms shot around my waist and his other hand settled on my throat. I pulled against him, he pulled the arm around my waist tighter. “I don’t know what makes you think you can talk to me that way, but this is fucking overwith,” he pushed me down into the chair he was sitting in, the same I had tied him to earlier. “I think it’s time you remember where your place is.