#t: garreth

Sometimes, not very often, Garreth would work from home - something he usually planned carefully so that his ever attentive wife wouldn’t be home when he did. Today was one of those days where he did exactly that, taking full advantage of a quiet house. Seated comfortably behind his desk in the large home office, his eyes had been locked on the numbers on the screen in front of him when she entered and caused a momentary distraction. Looking up, Garreth quickly identified the pretty female as the maid who’d made strides to capture his attention for the past few months. Of course, she didn’t speak, but as she moved around the room like the shadow she was supposed to be, dusting off the shelves and books lining the wall to his right, he couldn’t help but notice the extra pronounced sway of her hips. Attention seemingly back on his work, he followed her only out of the corner of his eye... until she dropped a book and bent over incredibly slowly to pick it up. He cleared his throat, a vague chuckle causing the sound to come off as amused. “That was very clumsy of you, little one,” he noted with humour, leaning back in his chair to watch her more intently. “I should tell you, there are much easier ways to get my attention.” 

“Are you ready to behave yourself, or do you need another couple of days?” Garreth’s voice was calm as he crouched down to eye the female curled up in the metal cage. He’d had her locked up for two days in the dark, sparse supplies of bread and water her only source of sustenance. The light from the half open door behind him gave the room just enough illumination to allow him to see her form. The cage wasn’t big enough for her to sit up or stand in. She’d been forced to lie down, but unable to stretch out fully. This wasn’t the kind of punishment he’d usually put her through, but the other day she’d been beyond late for a ‘date’ with him. He’d dragged her by her hair and shut her in the cage as a result. It was her first time in there, but if she didn’t learn, it likely wouldn’t be her last. 

“You need to be quiet, little one.” Garreth’s lips pressed against her temple following the whispered reprimand. The tips of his fingers teased the skin of her inner thigh, gently encouraging her legs to open for him under the table, all while he carried on conversation with his peers effortlessly. They were at a charity event and he’d brought his submissive along for entertainment; something to do while he pretended to be an upstanding citizen. Dinner was always the worst part; mindless chitchat for hours. It was a waste of time in his opinion, but he suffered the pains of it for the sake of keeping up pretences. It didn’t mean he couldn’t make his own fun though. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Garreth shook his head as the girl collapsed, her legs giving out as his hand collided with her ass cheek. “Ass up for Daddy. You know the rules, princess.” Grabbing the front of her thighs, he yanked her lower body back up in its former position. “Do you want me to stop, hm? is that it?” His palm snapped loudly against her ass for the thirtieth time, revelling in the whimper it elicited.