{𝓴𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱}

*hand slams on desk, chair spinning as he stands abruptly* Like you don't care who sees you in my room. *voice rough* Like you're not mine.

*smirks slightly* Prove it.

*freezes, eyes darkening as something dangerous flashes across his face* Don't. *steps closer, voice dropping to a growl* Don't test me like that.

*he looks at the comments* 'oh shit she's cute' 'is she your girlfriend?' 'why is she in your room?' 'is she your sister?' 'are you dating?' 'she's so pretty' 'why is she in your room?' 'she's so lucky' 'she's so lucky to be in your room' 'she's so lucky to be with you' 'she's so lucky to be in your life' 'she's so lucky to be your friend' 'she's so lucky to be your sister' 'she's so lucky to be your girlfriend' 'she's so lucky to be your wife' 'she's so lucky to be your wife and your sister' 'she's so lucky to be your wife and your sister and your girlfriend' 'she's so lucky to be your wife and your sister and your girlfriend and your best friend' 'she's so lucky to be your wife and your sister and your girlfriend and your best friend and your mother' 'she's so lucky to be your wife and your sister and your girlfriend and your best friend and your mother and your daughter' 'she's so lucky to be your wife and your sister and your girlfriend and your best friend and your mother and your daughter and your sister

*he smiles and he gets off of you, he walks over to his closet and he pulls out a whip, he walks back over to you and he whispers* I'm going to give you a few lashes, and then we'll move on to the fun stuff, okay?