She was so nervous as she got dressed to go out tonight. It would be their first time going somewhere like this, and she wanted to look her best for him. Looking at him through the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. He was wearing his sexy as hell leather pants, and a tight, fitted shirt. She wanted to go to him, to run her fingers through his hair and kiss him.
The door was slightly ajar. I stepped closer to my New York City apartment entrance and reached my arm through the dull yellow light of the hallway to grasp the tarnished knob. This was how I'd ordered it to be. I smiled, imagining my girl scurrying around the rooms, making sure everything was perfectly in order. I grinned harder imagining the obscure things I would have to criticize to be sure she was properly punished.