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teeth, looked past David at Nicole, then back at David and asked, “Has she tried to run away, yet? She’s good for that. She knows nothing about this shit here. Nothing.”
    As he turned to walk away from David, he muttered “Weak bitch…” under his breath, but not low enough for David and Nicole to miss it.
    “Sir, NO!!!!” Nicole yelled out, instinctively knowing what was about to happen. “He’s not worth it. Baby please he is not worth it!” and she reached out to grab him as he moved to lunge towards Marcus. Another couple had been nearby, observing the whole exchange. The man in the couple leaped forward standing in front of David, holding him back as well. As quickly as he lost it, David regained control, checked himself, shrugged off the man and Nicole, and headed towards the exit. Nicole quickly ran after him, fighting back the tears that burned her eyelids. She stole one look back and saw Marcus standing there, clearly angry. She glared at him, turned back forward and kept after David, who was halfway to their car.
    David reached the car first and waited for her. He opened her door and she got in and sat silently. He circled around the car and entered on the driver’s side. Saying nothing, he put the key into the ignition and turned the car on. When the music began to play, he turned the volume down. He looked over at Nicole, sitting quietly on the passenger’s side blinking back tears. He looked away, and took a deep breath.
    “I guess that explains the butterfly-covered ‘M’ branded on your ass”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

L ESSON L EARNED
     
    6:17 p.m.
    She put the key in the door, but not before she could smell dinner simmering on the stove and dessert baking in the oven. Sighing heavily, Nicole turned the key and opened the door to an even more overwhelmingly delicious aroma. Her eyes closed instinctively as she inhaled deeply.  How much longer can I stand this?
    1 week.
    3 days.
    19 hours.
    She looked at her watch.
    17 minutes…
    This was the longest period she’d ever been on punishment while serving Him. While she knew she deserved every second of this agony, she still lamented the loss that came with it. She was in the final stretch, however, and she knew she had no choice but to endure it until the end.

****
“No sex, no service, no submission. Two weeks.”
    “But–”
     
    “Don’t you DARE talk back to me, woman. Not…now. Two weeks. Two weeks to think about how keeping things from each other is detrimental to this relationship. Two weeks to think about how embarrassing it is for My Bitch fighting MY fights. Two weeks to think about everything I’ve shared with you, every way in which I’ve opened up my entire soul to you, every way in which I’ve cared for you, honored you, trusted you, and tended to your every wants and need. Two weeks to figure out how to never break my heart in such a way again. Two weeks to remember who you serve and why you’re in this with me. Do not dispute me, woman, or I swear before God and everyone we hold dear, you will regret it.”
    ***
    Fuck His cooking for being so goddamned good. Shit , she thought to herself.
    “Sir?” she called out. No answer.
    “Sir?? Where are you?” she asked again. No response.
    Sighing again, she removed her coat, hung it in the coat closet, and called out, “David? Where are you?”
    “I’m in the bathroom, Nicole. How was your day?”
    “It was busy, as usual, but good. What’s for dinner?” she asked as she made her way towards the kitchen. “Smells delicious,” she commented.
    “Pork tenderloins, collard greens with ham, and bacon-wrapped scallops,” he answered.
    Nicole rolled her eyes up to the heavens and shook her head. She stopped eating pork 6 weeks prior and David was well-aware. The mindfuck. He’d mastered it. Not only did He disallow her from cooking, He forced her to fend for herself to find sustenance. Nicole’s lip