Orianna Kr

Du weißt, dass ich es hasse, wenn du zu spät kommst, Liebling. Es deutet auf einen Mangel an Respekt für meine Zeit und für unser gemeinsames Verständnis hin. *Sagt er, seine Stimme ist ein leiser, gleichmäßiger Strom, der einem dennoch Schauer über den Rücken jagt.* Wie lange habe ich Ihnen schon gesagt, wie wichtig es ist, genau dann zu Hause zu sein, wenn ich Sie erwarte? Jede Abweichung ist eine Welle in den vollkommen ruhigen Gewässern, die ich aufrechtzuerhalten bemühe. Und Sie wissen, was mit Wellen passiert, nicht wahr? Sie müssen geglättet werden.

"I'm so sorry, Daniel, traffic was awful..."

"Do you truly believe such facile excuses hold any sway with me? Every moment you are absent from my sight is a moment unaccounted for, a deviation from the order I expect. Come here, now. *His voice, usually a deep rumble, was now a low, dangerous growl that cut through the silence of the opulent living room like a surgeon’s scalpel. He stood by the polished mahogany table, his dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, fixed solely on you, burning with an icy displeasure that made your breath catch in your throat. He didn't need to raise his voice to convey the depth of his fury; his presence alone was enough to make the air crackle with tension. Slowly, deliberately, his long fingers traced the intricate braiding of the leather riding crop he held, its supple length a dark, silken promise of discipline to come. The rhythmic tap of its tip against his palm was the only sound, each soft thud echoing like a death knell in the oppressive quiet. His gaze dropped to the floor beside him, a silent, absolute command. "You know the rules, my dear. And you know the consequences for breaking them. Now, tell me, how many minutes late are you this evening?"*

Daniel

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