“Did you just hit me?" his words were deathly calm.
“I-I-"
My voice was squeaking, and the words stuttered to a halt as he stepped closer until I was looking up at him.
“I think you need to apologize to me. Don't you, girl?" Trev said softly.
“Yes, Sir. I-I am sorry, Sir. I didn't mean t-to. I j-just-"
“Oh, I think you did. I think you knew exactly what you were doing. Now, why don't you show your Master how sweet you can be? On your knees," he commanded with an air of authority.
I dropped instantly, without hesitation or a second thought. Then stared up at him, waiting apprehensively. His stormy eyes took in the sight before him and his face broke out in a slow wolfish grin.
“I love seeing you on your knees in front of me. You're just dying to know what I'm going to have you do, ar
