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Devil May Care

... her beautiful enchanting eyes. "You're a stupid little blonde headed bimbo, aren't you?" She sighed mockingly. "S-sorry Prin-" She suddenly barged past me before I could apologise. "Shut up. I don't want to hear it." She scolded me as she place a hand over the keyhole. With a small red glow, the white door slowly opened. "I have to do everything for you. Can't do anything yourself." She continued to lecture me. "I'm sorry Princess Zee." I bowed my head in shame. "Come here. Look at me." She turned around to face me, placing her finger and thumb to my chin, lifting my head up. I looked up at her. A sorrowful expression on my face. She let go of my chin, and smiled pleasantly at me. *SMMCCKK!!* She suddenly slapped me hard across the cheek. So hard, I fell to the floor, resting on the side of my thighs, holding myself up with one arm. "Owww!" I cried, holding a hand to my sore reddened cheek. My eyes watering. "I told you. I don't want to hear it." She reminded me. "S-s-s-" I quickly stopped myself from apologising again to her, for fear of receiving another slap. "Oh I know you're sorry. And you are going to make up for it. But not by whimpering a pathetic 'sorry' to me. Now get in and show your guest some hospitality." She told me, her sweet smooth tone of voice never changing, yet almost comforting my pain. "Yes, Princess Zee." I quivered tearfully and quickly scrambled up to my feet, and walked into my home. I showed her in and she walked strait into the living room and ...

... sat down onto my white leather sofa. She put her bare feet up, making herself right at home. "C-c-can I get you a drink, or anything?" I asked, my tears drying up. "A glass of red wine." She answered. "Yes, ma'am, right away Princess Zee." I hurried to the kitchen, still rubbing my sore tingling cheek with my hand. I got a nice clean wine glass out the cupboard, and took out a bottle of red wine from the fridge. It was already opened from the Sunday dinner I had earlier in the week. I poured her drink out and brought it over to her on the sofa. "Here you go, Princess Zee. I hope it's to your liking." I handed her the glass of wine. "Good, bitch." She praised and took the glass from my hand. I stood there, watching intensely as she tipped the rim of the glass to her beautiful red lips. She titled the glass up and I watched the dark red liquid softly disappear into her mouth. I licked my lips, looking at hers, thinking of the snog in the car. Tasting her kiss in my memory. She then held the glass away from her face, looking at it studiously. "Hm. No no. This is no good. It's already been opened. I expected fresh wine." She scowled. "S-sorry Princess Zee. It's the only red wine I have." I apologised. "That's no excuse. Your a terrible host. Pathetic." She tutted. "S-sorry-" I whimpered, fearing more pain. "Am I a pathetic guest? Do you not care what I want? Do you want to displease me? Do you think I'm pathetic like you? Is that why you treat me like I'm no better than you?" Her ...