In the early morning

We fell asleep against each other, the next day I knew it was the last day of this crazy weekend I regretted and dreaded these last hours as much.

When I woke up Sébastien was no longer there, I did not dare to leave the room which could have motivated his wrath. He arrived still as handsome with this body of Apollo, just dressed in worn jeans but which emphasized his body even more. His hair was disheveled, as if he had just gotten up, and his eyes shone with a mocking shine. He smiled as he looked at me, his gaze lingering over my still sore body, as if he was delighting in the sight of my bruises.

Come on all fours, I prepared breakfast for you in the kitchen, he repeated, his mocking and domineering tone making me shudder. His eyes seemed to shine with pleasure at the sight of my aching body, and I felt a wave of shame and submission wash over me.

I slowly straightened up, my muscles were sore, as he lowered me to his feet he stroked my hair before heading towards the kitchen.

I got on all fours, my knees stayed on the soft carpet for a moment before I began to slowly crawl towards the kitchen. Each movement caused a dull ache to form in my body, but I knew I had to obey. My hands and knees were sliding on the floor. I glanced over at Sebastian, who was looking at me with a satisfied smile, his eyes shining with pleasure.

Sebastian sat down at the table, a tray in front of him with a sumptuous breakfast: scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and fresh orange juice. He was still looking at me with that satisfied smile, his eyes shining with pleasure, as I stopped at his feet. He reached out and stroked my hair, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

Your breakfast is waiting under the table where you belong, he repeated, his mocking tone echoing in my eardrums.

I felt another wave of shame wash over me, but my stomach growled with hunger. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my knees still on the floor, and looked under the table. A china bowl sat on a plate, filled with food, a small piece of toast with melted cheese on top, a few pieces of fruit, and a small glass of fresh orange juice.

I slid onto my stomach, my elbows still on the floor, and reached out to grab the bowl. My fingers closed around the fine china, and I brought it to my mouth. The food was still warm, and the melted cheese on the toast was delicious. I chewed slowly, my eyes raised to Sebastian, who was still watching me without expressing a single emotion.

I devoured the food while keeping my eyes on Sebastian, who was watching me with undisguised interest. His eyes seemed to be amused by my position, lying on my stomach, elbows resting on the ground, and head raised to eat. Each bite was a delight, but I could feel his eyes on me, weighing on my skin, making me feel ****. I chewed slowly, to delay the inevitable, but finished my breakfast.