The steam from the shower room covers me like a blanket of moisture. She's in there, hiding I know but she can't hide from me. I can smell the oil's she bought yesterday at the Bath and Body Works shop in the mall. I followed her, just to keep her in check. So far she's behaving nicely, submissively, just how I like it aside from a few concerns. But this, this hiding. . . It wont stand. The pooling water under the leather of my shoes only adds to my frustration. I can hear her pathetic tear's, crying is for the weak. I give a booming knock outside the stall door, the sound of water splashing in her attempt to move further to the corner I imagine. It's thrilling, I feel the sizzling of arousal, as I jiggle the door. With a building eavesdrop outside the shower room door I'll have to keep this a quite encounter.

"Open the door. . .Now." I demand with an aggressive whisper. I can feel the fear behind the door as the lock clicks. I slam the door open, it crashes into the tile wall with a scrappy ting as the metal knob hits the ceramic. Chloe, my sweet little blonde, stands under the water streaming down her back. Her display of modesty as she tries to cover her delicate features is amusing. I stare her down, but she refuses to make eye contact, bad girl.

I sear my eye's into hers, holding her chin with one hand forcing her eye's to accompany mine, while I use the other hand to caress the raised edges of my handy work on her skin. Her lip's press into a hard line, avoiding my gaze until I press my lip's into hers. She fight's back, I hold her, binding her wrist's, a feeling she should be trained to by now. A reminder that the basement could be at the ready within a moment's notice. She takes the hint, and submits to my dominance Good Girl.

I roughly spin her around, place her hand's against the wall, and shut the water off. Her forehead thump's against the wall in defeat. I mimic her, with my own hand's on top of hers, they're small and smoothed with dripping water. I lean in from behind her, close to her ear where I nibble at her lobe; taking the small diamond earring into my mouth, she struggles beneath my grip. It's rough on my tongue, and hard against my front teeth. My breath becoming heavy, and hot against her neck, I taste a tinge of iron as I sink my teeth in, leaving my stamp of approval on the curve of her neck.

"I told you to wear the scarf," I breathe into her shoulder "You've been a bad girl, Chloe." running my finger's through her compressed, wet hair until my hand locks around the slick strand's. I tug and feel her head lean back, "Wear it." I keep my harsh whisper low, so she know's I mean business. She nods her head. "Say it." I press, pulling her head back further.

"Okay." she wimpers.
"Okay, what?"
"I'll wear the scarf." She cries.
I release her, and she falls to the floor, scurrying to the corner again. My throat vibrates while I begin to hum a tune of victory, backing out of the stall. I watch her while she pushes the door closed, and locks it.

As I swing the heavy wood door open to leave, I wait for girl's that had their ear's against the door to scatter. The thinning crowd in the hallway clears, leaving only the stern face of Tonya, the resident advisor. Tonya leans with her shoulder against wall, with her arm's crossed, one foot over the other on it's tip toe.

"Mr. Duncan I suppose." she question's in a raspy, chain-smoker voice. The wrinkles at her eye's defining with an accusing squint.
"Yes. I know, no boy's allowed. . ." I confess with my hand's in the air surrendering, "I'm leaving, promise."

I exit the building, with a closed-lip grin frozen in place. I stuff my hand's inside the pocket's of my jacket, and advance down the sidewalk in the direction of Lava's.

...

I find her right away, sitting in the back corner booth Why must my women hide, don't they know that requires punishment? The glimmer of the shiny plastic rim's around her glasses, reflects the low hanging light above the booth. She sit's slumped, causing her glasses to fall to the tip of her nose. She uses her index finger to push them back up, the muscles around her eyebrow's flinch at the sight of me across the room. Once noticed, I begin to creep to her and slide into the booth. Never taking my sight off the teal scarf around her neck, now sitting frigid and tense she doesn't speak.

"Ava, my love... You know I don't approve of you hiding from me." I warn her, furrowing my brow. "Continue." I tell her, directing her dodgy eye's to to book laid on the table. I watch her read for over an hour, unable to concentrate on the word's, and sending her back to her book when she raises her head to check if I've gone. Before I can address the novel again, her head doesn't fall back down right away. Instead she fully lift's her neck, watching behind me at the jingle of the bell above the front door. I whip around, and see Chloe enter the coffee shop and greet Jack The Jackass behind the counter. His face lighten's at the sight of her while she comes around the counter. What is this?  I turn back to see Ava, teary eyed when she notices the silky teal scarf around Chloe's throat.