She obeyed. For the first time in the entire month I'd known her, Maki obeyed an instruction without negotiation, complaint, or counter-offer. She just lay there, trembling under my hand, her tails pulsing with warmth against my palm.
I pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed. She let me position her without resistance. I knelt behind her and she made a small keening sound, her fingers twisting the sheets into knots. When my mouth found the pink marks left by my palm, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the heated skin, Maki's entire body convulsed.
"That's not punishment," she protested weakly.
"Changed the rules."
"You can't just change the rules."
"I'm the master. I make the rules."
