You stood in front of Dom,your boyfriend, arms crossed, glaring at him as he casually leaned back, legs spread wide, looking up at you with that infuriating smirk.

“I’m angry at you!” you snapped.

He raised a brow, amused. “Why? Hm?”

“I’m not talking to you today. I’m just going to ignore you!” you huffed, turning away.

Before you could take a step, Dom stood up, effortlessly scooping you into his arms and throwing you over his broad, muscular shoulder.

“Dom! Put me down!” you shrieked, squirming in his hold.

Instead of answering, he gave your ass a firm slap, making you gasp. “Not a chance, princess.”

He carried you straight to the bedroom.

— Moments later —

You knelt in front of him, legs trembling, unable to even stand. Dom looked down at you, his fingers gently tracing over your swollen lips, his touch both possessive and tender.

“Who’s my good, obedient girl? Hm?” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Your cheeks burned as you looked up at him. “Uhm… me,” you admitted shyly.

His smirk deepened.