16

Abel

I left her to stew while I showered. I'd never quite placed her to be such a trickster. She had me fooled with that kiss, with the thought that finally, I had her cornered. Had her submission. I'd thought she'd loved it at first, though she'd felt something. Maybe she had, at first. But then, the sense of her loyalty and sheer dislike for anything that had to do with me had prompted her to strike.

Regardless, I was going to have the last laugh anyway. Sliding on new black shorts, I smirked as I thought about how best to punish her. I wanted to put her through something pleasurable, yet painful. Make her understand who was the master here.

I tossed away the towel I'd been using to dry my hair on the bed and strode briskly toward the locked door that connected our rooms. I inserted the key into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open. She lay on her side, her dark curls spread all around the pillow, now dressed in nothing but a thin, pink see-through nightie that stopped just