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"How could I hurt something so beautiful?" I ask her softly, trailing my fingertips over her plump lips. "You're just too pretty, angel."
She frowns and takes hold of my palm again, losing her position. I glare at her, signaling I'm not pleased, but she just smiles deviously as she pulls my palm back and hits herself with it.
"Tallulah," I growl as a silent warning as she moans when my palm hits her. "Behave yourself."
"No," she mutters, hitting herself with my hand again, this time hard enough for the slap to echo in the room.
She grinds her pussy on the floor, legs lewdly spread as her free hand wanders between them, desperately searching for that little button that brings her so much pleasure.
"Tallulah, stop it," I hiss again, but she doesn't.
Instead, she lets go of my hand and starts touching herself obscenely, eyes begging for a punishment. I don't want to indulge this behavior - she's been trained to know better. And yet it doesn't make me any more eager to tell her off. I want to witness this little show she's putting on for me.
"I'm only warning you this one time," I speak up again as she dissolves into moans brought on by her own forbidden touch.
She knows better than to touch herself without my permission. Her body is mine, and I decide everything that happens to it.
"What are you going to do about it?" she teases, her fingers pinching down on her nipples, hard. "You won't hurt me, so..."
I glare at her. I can see the orgasm building in her eyes. She's going to come if I don't stop her, and I'm not ready for her to have this orgasm. It should always come from me. It's not hers to steal.
"Look at me and stop what you're doing right now. Your insolence won't go unpunished this time. You want to be a well-behaved little angel, don't you? You know what happens to disobedient girls, don't you?" Tallulah retorts with a self-satisfied smirk and answers, "They get punished."
"But not in the way you'd hope," I respond, trying to quell the habit of defiance in her. "Why are you misbehaving now?" A hint of Tallulah's old self shines through her eyes as she expresses her desire for punishment. "I want you to punish me, master," she says sweetly, trailing a finger down my chest. I react by grabbing her wrist and confining her arms.
"You don't get to make those decisions. They are mine to make, not yours," I declare firmly. I wonder if this is all part of a game for her, a way to challenge and play me. Pushing the thought aside, I gesture for the dog, Zeus, to return to his bed, acknowledging my growing fondness for the dogs, realizing they seem to prefer Tallulah over me. Zeus complies, understanding not to contest my authority.
"Talk to me, angel. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours? Did I upset you today?" I rarely inquire in this manner, eager for her response. But Tallulah, with tears streaming down her cheeks, remains silent. "Come on, Angel," I coax gently, "You know you can tell me everything. In fact, I demand you do. You're not allowed to keep anything from me."
"I just want the punishment," she whispers brokenly, expressing her desire for me to hurt her. Knowing she tends towards masochism, I hesitate to inflict pain on her. Although she seems to beg for it, I can't bring myself to harm her. "Be a good girl for me. I know you can do it. Open those pretty little lips and tell me what's going through your mind," I encourage softly.
However, she avoids meeting my eyes, creating an uncomfortable moment of silence.
"I don't want to listen to you," she finally whispers. "I just want you to hurt me. That's all I'm good for, right?" Suddenly, she pushes away from me with heavy palms on my chest, attempting to run off. I catch her wrist again and pull her back towards me.
"You need to talk to me," I say more firmly. "You know your thoughts are not yours to keep. I want to know everything that's in there."
"I can't," she says, her voice breaking, a small sob escaping her lips. I pull her onto my lap, her arms around my neck, holding her tightly as she sobs. I'm torn between consoling her and understanding why she's suddenly so emotional.
I had believed I'd broken her for good, thinking she wouldn't return to her bratty personality, but this moment feels like she's woken up from her submissive state, something I'm unsure is good for her, despite my often misunderstood ethics and shaky morals. Holding her close, I gently run my hands through her long blonde hair, whispering comforting words.
Gradually, she calms down, worn out from the emotional upheaval. "Let's get you to bed," I suggest softly, carrying her to the bedroom. I tuck her in and even allow the dogs onto the bed with her. They curl up protectively at the foot of the bed, licking Tallulah's fingers peeking out from under the duvet. Her eyelids grow heavy, and she struggles to focus her gaze on me.
"Sleep, angel," I say softly, kissing her forehead. As Tallulah drifts off into a deeper slumber, her breathing growing heavier, I feel it's appropriate to step away, despite feeling guilty for leaving her in that state.
I'm bewildered by how she seemingly woke up from her submissive state and what it implies for our relationship. The fact that it's stirred my moral compass, which has been dormant for decades, is deeply concerning. I groan, running a hand through my hair, realizing I've become undeniably and irreversibly attached to her.
"You okay, padron?" Saulasks me later that day during a meeting. "Where is your wife?"
Initially, I don't want to answer him, but we're alone in the room and he's the only person I trust. I figure it won't hurt to confide in him.
"She broke today," I mutter. "Broke character, which made mefeel... Fuck."
I run a hand through my hair, fucking frustrated with this whole thing. I don't feel. I don't do emotions. Emotional people are fucking weak, and that's not an adjective I associate with myself.
"She started bratting again?" Saul asks.
"It was more than that," I groan, rubbing my temples and contemplating getting a drink to help with my nerves. "She completely broke and acted as if I'd kept her prisoner to her own mind. Then she was back to behaving, after one slap. That fucking easy."
