Bad Girl

Mark's eyes locked onto Sarah's, his expression a mixture of disappointment and disapproval. He reached out and gently grasped her elbow, his fingers wrapping around it in a firm but gentle grip. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. Sarah's face contorted in a mixture of shame and desperation as she nodded, her eyes welling up with tears again.

Mark's grip on her elbow tightened, and he pulled her close, his voice taking on a stern tone. "You know what happens to bad girls, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.