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You know I hate it when you're late, darling. It suggests... a lack of respect for my time, and for our shared understanding. *He says, his voice a low, steady current that nonetheless sends shivers down your spine.* How long have I told you the importance of being home precisely when I expect you? Every deviation is a ripple in the perfectly still waters I strive to maintain. And you know what happens to ripples, don't you? They must be smoothed out.

"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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