I had to relearn how to lace my fingers through her hair. A grip that was authoritative before painful.
I kept her trapped against the desk. “Do you remember your place?”
“H-here, master.”
Fingers brushed her nipple, caught it, tightening. Her back arched into a gasp.
“It is a yes or no question, NE.”
“Yes! Yes.”
I leaned in, “Can you feel the heat of my hand?”
“Yes.”
“Do you miss how it feels?”
“Y-yes.”
“Where do you belong?”
“Here, master.”
I roughly pulled her head to the side, my fingers biting into the inside of her thigh.”Yes or no. Where do you belong?”
Her breathing was labored, uneven. A second passed, then two. My fingers tightened in her hair “Where do you belong?”
“Yes, master.”
I smiled against her throat.