I realized I had made a terrible mistake.
A small slip of the tongue, but a fatal one.
I had said thank you to Misa after the shower.
Just that.
"Thanks, Misa... you were... really sweet."
And just like that...
Her eyes lit up with a spark that promised nothing but trouble.
"Master..."
She tilted her head slightly, like a cat plotting a perfect crime.
"Are you saying... I was a good girl?"
I shivered.
"Uh... yeah... very good!"
She stepped closer, so close I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
"And what happens to good girls...?"
She whispered near my ear, her tail tracing dangerous, lazy circles across my stomach.
"A reward..."
She purred with a wicked grin.
Before I could even blink, she grabbed my hand and yanked me down onto the couch with surprising strength.
"Sit."
She ordered, and straddled me without an ounce of mercy or hesitation.
Wearing an unnervingly serious expression, she placed her finger against my lips.
"Simple rules,"
She declared, in a tone that sounded more fitting for a signed international treaty.
"Every time I do something good, you have to reward me... A touch... a lick... a bite... a kiss... or more, depending on my mood."
She winked devilishly as she said "or more."
I wanted to protest.
I really tried to open my mouth and say something.
But she didn't give me the chance.
Moving with feline grace, she tugged my shirt up slightly and dragged her fingertips slowly, lethally slowly, over my bare stomach.
"The first reward..."
She murmured, before planting a warm, wet kiss against my skin.
I shuddered.
"Mmm... so warm..."
She murmured again, licking playfully at the spot like I was some kind of rare candy.
"Misa... this isn't a reward! You're attacking me!"
I protested weakly, on the verge of tears.
She just giggled — that light, deadly giggle — and delivered a teasing bite to my side.
"Second reward,"
She said proudly.
"Misa!!"
I gasped, as she clung tighter to me, her tail wrapping firmly around my thigh with merciless determination.
Then, like a mischievous kitten, she began rubbing her head against my chest — but there was nothing innocent about the way she moved.
Nothing at all.
"I want a bigger reward..."
She breathed, lifting her eyes to mine — and the look she gave me...
I had only seen that look in R-rated movies. Very R-rated movies.
Honestly?
At that moment, I had two choices:
To surrender.
Or to surrender even harder.
I chose the second option.
And as she wrapped herself around me, playing with my body like a kitten with a ball of yarn,
I realized I'd officially crossed into a new stage of madness.
Stage: Misa owns everything.