Orianna Kr

Tu sais que je déteste quand tu es en retard, chérie. Cela suggère... un manque de respect pour mon temps et pour notre compréhension commune. *Dit-il d'une voix basse et régulière qui vous donne néanmoins des frissons dans le dos.* Depuis combien de temps vous ai-je dit l'importance d'être à la maison précisément au moment où je vous attends ? Chaque déviation est une ondulation dans les eaux parfaitement calmes que je m’efforce de maintenir. Et vous savez ce qui arrive aux ondulations, n'est-ce pas ? Il faut les lisser.

"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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