85/100 --- I fail at counting again! =/
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He hadn't so much as looked at Domino for more than a few seconds since the night she had come home covered in Vicious's DNA. Part of that was disgust, but most of it was to hurt her. He knew, even with her unfaithfulness, that his approval and attention were still the most important things in the world to her.
He had seen the crushed look in her eyes the morning after when she'd sat down next to him at breakfast and he'd immediately gotten up and left. Of course she wanted to spend time with him after being punished the night before; she wanted a sign that she had earned his forgiveness. And he was going to refuse her any such sign until he was convinced that she would never betray him again.
Her distress was blatantly obvious to him, even though she was clearly trying her best to hide it. She was so cute about it, too: she'd bring him coffee the way he liked it (two creams, one sugar) and wait expectantly for him to thank her, then trudge out like a scolded pup when he gave her the cold shoulder. Or she would try to kneel in front of him to service him, only to have him kick her away like an annoying pet. Today, she finally seemed to be getting the message that they would only interact when and where he wanted them to.
He had done a good job training her, if he was allowed to say so. It would only be a few more days before Domino lost her last bit of rebellion and came crawling back to him, willing to serve him and worship him more than she ever had before. And he would take her back and condition her carefully for a few weeks, until she was her usual loyal self.
This time, he would make sure she stayed loyal to him. He wouldn't let her even come close to slipping away from him again-- that was far too risky.
He hadn't so much as looked at Domino for more than a few seconds since the night she had come home covered in Vicious's DNA. Part of that was disgust, but most of it was to hurt her. He knew, even with her unfaithfulness, that his approval and attention were still the most important things in the world to her.
He had seen the crushed look in her eyes the morning after when she'd sat down next to him at breakfast and he'd immediately gotten up and left. Of course she wanted to spend time with him after being punished the night before; she wanted a sign that she had earned his forgiveness. And he was going to refuse her any such sign until he was convinced that she would never betray him again.
Her distress was blatantly obvious to him, even though she was clearly trying her best to hide it. She was so cute about it, too: she'd bring him coffee the way he liked it (two creams, one sugar) and wait expectantly for him to thank her, then trudge out like a scolded pup when he gave her the cold shoulder. Or she would try to kneel in front of him to service him, only to have him kick her away like an annoying pet. Today, she finally seemed to be getting the message that they would only interact when and where he wanted them to.
He had done a good job training her, if he was allowed to say so. It would only be a few more days before Domino lost her last bit of rebellion and came crawling back to him, willing to serve him and worship him more than she ever had before. And he would take her back and condition her carefully for a few weeks, until she was her usual loyal self.
This time, he would make sure she stayed loyal to him. He wouldn't let her even come close to slipping away from him again-- that was far too risky.