“Don’t forget what you’re supposed to do before I get home, Baby,” he said softly as he kissed my forehead. I groaned, reaching out to tug him back into bed. I pouted and he shook his head, pulling back. “Nope, you’re not getting out of this. I’ve given you enough chances.”
I whined. “You didn’t have to lock them up, I’d have been fine,” I insisted.
He gave me a pointed look, glancing to the lockbox in the closet and back at me. “My only rule was that you couldn’t finish without me, and you did it anyway. You need to show restraint, Baby.” He kissed my forehead again. “I’ll see you in an hour. And you better have followed orders.”
“Or what?” I asked, rolling onto my side. He smacked my ass in response.
“Or more of that,” he retorted and left.
I sighed and sat up, slightly frustrated. Usually, with a little bit of pouting, I could get my way with him. I suppose he’s finally seeing through my sweet facade and is dealing with it in kind. I should be pleased, but the brat in me wants to kick and scream. The thought makes me smile and I lay back down, this time sighing happily.