“Hm?” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road.
“What… what are we doing when we get home?” We should be sleeping—it’s around 1 A.M. and we’re only halfway there. But I’m hoping all this anger has been building toward something.
“Showering.”
“Oh.” Showering? Not exactly the fun night I’d hoped for.
“We danced a lot.” Aaron justifies his answer, but it doesn’t make me feel any better.
“Okay.” Is all I say.
I’m showering as soon as we get home—just as instructed. The hot water relaxes my tense muscles, fingers digging into my scalp as I wash my hair. Humming a random pop song in an attempt to seem completely unbothered, only slightly freaking out over all of the possibilities that linger around me. What will he do? How hard will I cry?
I hear the door of the shower open—feel the overwhelming dominance that comes with his presence. Aaron’s big, strong hands grip my hips and I gasp—even though Iknowit’s him. I’d know from his essence alone. Nevertheless, my anxiety needs reassurance.
“Aaron?” He places a palm over the familiar spot between my hips.
“It’s me.” I relax against him—finish rinsing my hair. At first, I anticipate that he’s joining me to punish me—but no. We shower, and when we’re done Aaron dries me with a towel and dresses me silently.
“Aaron?” It’s a cautious, timid address. His green eyes find mine and I’m considering the probability that this calm, unbothered Aaron is far scarier than angry Aaron.
“Hm?” He’s putting my legs into my black briefs—one at a time, gently.
“Are you… okay?” He stands to his full height, pulling the briefs up with him, then tilts his head in question.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I…” Realizing it’d be weird to cry about him not punishing me tonight—I decide to drop it. Maybe he got over it. He can just fuck me tomorrow—it’s late anyway. “Ah, never mind. I’m tired, ready for bed?” I give him a soft smile, turning to exit the bathroom, walking toward our bed.
“Were you expecting something else?” His voice is so calm—so nonchalant. I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up as I halt in my giant T-shirt, a few feet from our bed.
“W-what do you mean?” He hums.
“It feels like you’ve been waiting for something ever since we got into the truck.”Bastard. He’s punishing meright now. Embarrassing me. Making me admit I’m needy and desperate. Fuck him. I will not beg him to punish me. Well, at least not right now.
“Nope. Come on—let’s sleep.” This new method is annoying—leaving me in all that silence. I won’t be giving in anytime soon.
Right as I start to climb onto the bed Aaron grabs the back of my shirt—pulling me back. He stands beside me, staring down at me like I’m nothing but a mild inconvenience he needs to sort out.
“Oh? Why are you lying, Benjamin?” I glare at him and his stupid face.
“I’m not.” I force out through gritted teeth. He clicks his tongue—shaking his head slightly.
“Wrong answer. Try again.”
“You’ll get the same answer every time, Aaron. Stop playing big bad wolf and go to bed.” Alright I fucked it. I can admit when I fucked it—and I did. I fucked it.
A fire ignites in those cold eyes and slowly—he begins to grin.
“Really?” He asks, still holding me back by my shirt collar.
“Hold on—” I try to backtrack. “What Imeantwas let’s just sleep. Please?” I try, scrunching my nose up at him in hopes he’ll let me go if I’m cute enough. Nope—he likes seeing me cry more.
“I don’t think so, Benjamin. You’re a fucking brat. A disobedient—untrained brat.”
“You talk as if I’m a dog.” I spit the accusation, glaring up at him even fiercer. I’m already screwed anyway—plus I might be kinda into it.
“More like a feral kitten.” Alright, I’mreallyinto that. I glare anyway. “Wolves eat kittens, Button. Didn’t you know?” He says, looking me up and down. I can feel the shirt sliding up my thighs with how he’s pulling on my collar.
