"You are not setting a foot outside of the estate today so much so that you shall be able to recover well fully. My word is final, mind you." Elian grounds out seriously, reaching up to fix his tie deftly. I gulp, watching him in the glory of formal wear. A dark blue suit with an extended back, woven on its lapel is delicate embroidery in gold. With a matching waistcoat underneath and a fitted dark blue shade of pants to complete the three-piece suit, he looks about ready to be devoured.
Or to do the devouring, judging from our little tryst from the last time.
Man's got some BDSM power in his slap.
But good looks aside, how dare he ground me to a house arrest like a twelve-year-old? Does he see me as an immature person? (Of course, he does but that's not the point)
I raise my finger at him, shaking my head adamantly.