"You will do well to not leave when not permitted pet." I gasp. My legs suddenly weak, my breathing heavy, my body hot and my pussy wet. How did he know? How did he know from half an hour of silence, how did he know i was a submissive. I cannot stay long. He is the owner, the dominant, the best. I turn to leave and am stopped again. "Maybe you do need some lessons. That was an order you will obey unless you would like to face the consequence of disobeying me?" I stop, a small whimper leaving my lips. "Yes...sir." I breathe out, turning back around. I fiddle with the hem of my skirt, avoid ing eye contact. "Good girl. Jason, bring me a pair of my jeans, I think i will be staying now." I hear someone walk off and then I flinch when I see a hand by my cheek. The hand stops and then moves and brushes my hair behind my ear. "Look at me." I hesitate and then look up. His gaze is powerful. "What's your name pet?" "Faith sir." I say, my eyes not leaving his.