belt – Gov's House of Filth

Cat felt desperate. “Yes!” she shouted, then whispered, “Yes.” Marcus, to her dismay, started walking away. “Please!” she called after him. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d made her pay for her pride by leaving and it made her ache, made her almost beg as she tried to fetch him back. “Please…sir.”
Marcus stopped and turned around. “What was that?” He sounded annoyed.
She loved it.
“Please stay, sir. My answer is yes. Always yes.” Cat kept her eyes firmly on that hollow at the base of his throat. She’d surrendered the right to hold his eye with the first yes.
Marcus was on her in a flash, straddling her hips, hand entwined in her two braids. Viciously he yanked, pulling her head back until her neck ached and scalp screamed. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes and she hissed in pain.
“You think you can control this?” he asked. Marcus was close enough for his lips to brush her ear as he spoke, making her whole left side break out in goosebumps. “You think you can just say pretty please and I’ll come running back? Next time I ask, it’s ‘Yes, sir’ with your first breath. Do you understand me?”