Shorts and Commissions - A Book of Random Writings

Attitude

"Excuse me?" he looked at you, waiting for you to repeat yourself, eyebrows raised and arms crossed over his chest, "I don't think I heard you properly."

"No, you heard me just fine," you snapped, "I said I don't want to go. I look like trash, I can't find anything that fits over my fat ass, and I don't feel like it."

He stalked toward you, towering over you with his intimidating aura, but you didn't back down. Lifting your chin, you met his intense stare with an angry pout, sticking to your guns. He huffed out a breath through his plush lips, leaning closer so you could hear him speak lowly.

"There are a lot of people expecting to meet you tonight," he intoned, "Who want to see my beautiful wife, and the girl who has occupied nearly all of my time on this past year's hiatus." He let his breath brush against you neck, "We wouldn't want to disappoint them, now, would we?"

"Take a picture from a year ago, then," you turned your back to him, "Before I got all fat and gross."

He groaned, the vision of the bottom of your buttcheeks peeking out from under your towel taunting him and making his hands itch: To grab, to caress...to spank.  He followed you closely as you began to walk away, the sounds of his breath sparking your excitement as the sounds of your footsteps sparked his ire. Before you could pull open the closet door, his large hand flashed out to keep it closed, making you gasp in frustration as you turned around.

"You should wear the light blue dress," he rumbled.

"It doesn't fit anymore!" you protested, looking down at your feet as he glared at your outburst, "It looks obscene, so tight on my butt and tummy."

"The black one, then," he offered, "With the flared bottom. It makes you look like a pinup model."

"That's a nice way of saying trash in a trash bag."

"You're testing my patience, Kitten."

"You're testing mine, Sir," you retorted.

"Have it your way," he growled, pulling out his phone, "Yes, it's me," he spoke into the device, "We're going to be an hour late. No...no troubles. Something just came up." Putting the phone on the dresser next to him, he waited until our eyes dared to meet his again, "Bed," he commanded, "Now."

You stomped to the bed, determined to get your way for once, knowing it wasn't likely as you sat down on the edge and saw your gorgeous husband walking slowly toward you. Your heart sped up as he began to unbutton his grey silk shirt, wondering what kind of punishment you were in for.

Spanking?

The flogger?

Tied up?

Taehyung shook his head, as if reading your thoughts, "Not tonight, Kitten," he smiled sadistically, "You're not getting off so easy." He continued forward, forcing you to lay down as he crawled over your body, "Tonight you're going to look me in the eyes while I taste you, touch you...fuck you." His gaze turned dark as he tugged your towel open, "And tell me if you see anything...anything at all that says you're less than goddess-worthy perfection."

"Tae, it's just that -"

"Zip it," he demanded, pushing your legs open with his knee, reaching down and cupping your sex possessively, "You're going to come for me, Little One. Over and over, and over...until you can tell me without a doubt that you know just how beautiful you are." He dipped his head, speaking with his luscious lips against your own, "And then you're going to get your pretty ass up, get dressed, and go to the fucking party." A smirk crept across his handsome face, "That is, if you can still walk by the time I'm done with you."