A little present for @poutypanic because why not!

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You greeted Hanzo when he arrived through the door of your home. He returned your greeting after taking his time to meticulously put away his things, hang his jacket, rack his bow, place his boots. Making you wait.

You rose an inch from your knees to roll your foot, making your ankle joint pop. Then he turned to face you. You were forced to look up at your master from your position on the floor.

“My Pet. Did you behave?”

“No.”

“Mmmm, I see,” Hanzo said. He towered over you, as much as his modest height would let him. Kept his arms crossed. “What, praytell, did you do wrong?”

“I had naughty thoughts about you.”

You barely registered that he had uncrossed his arms before your face snapped to the side from his slap. There was that sting on the surface of your skin that you had been craving while Hanzo was away. You adjusted your thighs, an obvious tell that you were aroused.

“I suppose I could forgive you. This time,” Hanzo said. His arms were crossed again as if nothing happened. “Unless there is anything else?”

“Sorry, Master, but yes.”

You kept your head down, trying to keep in character as the caged and submissive dragon’s treasure. Trying to hide that your neediness was showing on your face.

“Don’t make me wait.”

“I…touched myself through my clothes to you.”

The angle of your head made it so the second slap clapped you on the outer cheek, and you dipped to the side from the impact. The weak pulsing of blood started between your legs.

“Filthy,” Hanzo said, as if saying the word coated his tongue with bile. “Perhaps I should tear the clothes from your body and bathe you. Unless…there is anything else you wish to confess?”

You fidgeted yet again in your seat, still looking elsewhere. Hanzo didn’t mind. He liked displays of meekness.

“I may have flirted a little with the cashier at the coffee shop, because I knew I wouldn’t see him again.”

Hanzo’s hand connected with the side of your head, this time gently. Then he closed his fingers quickly into a fist, holding your hair tight and forcing your head up. His clothes rustled, and you were presented with his erection, stiff and ruddy with arousal. He’d been growing more erect the whole conversation, but you didn’t see.

“You are going to make up for that.”