My intention was to leave before my pet approached my table. There was much to prepare and little time. But by the time I pulled my eyes off her gently swaying hips, the sweet melodic tone of her voice hit my ears.
“Can I get you anything else?”
She would sound absolutely delicious singing for me.
When I didn’t answer, she repeated her question. “Would you like anything else?”
The girl was a natural. Head hung in an almost obedient pose. It truly was a thing of beauty. It was the little things that gave her away. The tick in her jaw, along with tiny impatient huffs. Perhaps I could use this encounter to my advantage? A test of sorts.
“Excuse me,” she shuffled on her feet, obviously uncomfortable with my silence.
Her right hand toyed with her shirt, while the other tightened around the pot of coffee in her grip. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she go? Should she stay? Her body was practically begging for direction. Still I remained quiet. Content to watch her nervous twitches.
That is, until her gaze shifted to the next table.
“I’m sorry, were you talking to me?” I tipped my head at the curtain of hair hiding her face, “Or the floor?”
The way her knuckles whitened with her tightened grip caused me to smirk. She might pretend to be a timid little thing, but there was a fighter buried somewhere in there.
“It’s polite to look someone in the eye when you speak to them.”
Kya released a disgruntled little huff that had my dick ready to punish. “Do you want something, or not?”
Testy, testy pet.
“You are a rude little thing, aren’t you?”
She kept her head hung, refusing to look at me. Which was exactly why she was going to. One of the first things she’d learn was that what she wanted, no longer mattered.
“I’m not being rude,” she argued quietly.
“Yes you are. In fact, you’re being quite rude.” My lips curled at the tick in her jaw. “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”
That did the trick. Kya’s chin shot up, blazing glare shooting daggers at me. But it was the way her mouth hung open, words caught in her throat, that filled me with satisfaction.
My pet might be angry with me, but she liked what she saw. The hue that poured through her cheeks and down her neck was testament to that. I’d like to follow that path with my tongue and taste her embarrassment.
“It’s rude to stare, little girl.”
Her big eyes rounded in shock. “W-what?”
The stutter in her tone had me pushing back my primal urge to claim.
“I said it was polite to look at someone when you speak to them,” I sat back and folded my hands in my lap, “not to gawk at them like some prepubescent school girl.”
“I was not–“
“Oh, but you were. Now, why don’t you try speaking to me in a proper manner.”
She stood there for a second, her lips pinched in a tight scowl, before stamping her foot in frustration. “Would you like anything else,sir?”
That’s it, Pet.
“A smile would be nice.”
I thought she might give me more attitude when her jaw clenched. Instead, Kya forced a smile on her pretty face.
“Do you want something else?” Not only could I feel the venom dripping off her words, I could taste it. She really hated me now.
