you’re a very demanding person in public. if something didn’t go your way, the person at fault would be executed.

but behind closed doors, you were a totally different person.

here you were on your knees, looking up at your boyfriend, scaramouche with pleading eyes.

“what would all your minions think of you if they saw you like this? finding out you’re a sub. a bad one at that.” he spat at you, grabbing your face.

“master, please, im sorry.. i’ll be good…” you said softly, looking up at him with need evident in your eyes.

“ you’ll be good? you won’t break your promise like last time?” scaramouche smirked at you.

you nodded like an idiot, resulting in his grip on your face tightening even more.

“good. but you’re not escaping your punishment this time.” he said lowly.