“Call me Sir, Princess,” came the sultry voice.
“Don’t call me Princess,” there was more than a tinge of annoyance in the response.
He made to push himself free but the hand he used was grabbed by the wrist and twisted behind him, locking their bodies together.
“I’m not a very patient person, Princess, I get easy frustrated,” the annoying pet name was repeated.
“You’re not good at listening either … commander,” he retorted.
“I can make you spit it out,” there was an underlaying threat in the words.
He scoffed. Peter could not imagine how more pathetic the situation could get.
“Well then quit going easy on me,” he prompted.
She straddled his thighs, “One more chance, Peter. Call me sir.”
“Tch! Didn’t you say you’d make me? Besides,” he added, “you’re the one going against the task force command book of conducts. Oppression of subordinates and violation of service, rights and power. If we were to go before the board, I’d not be the one pinned down.”
She smirked and let go of his hand. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Smart mouth, let me teach you exactly how they break the rules.”
- 2019 : Fallen Elysium
