Through the early morning haze clouding her eyesight she blearily spooned coffee grounds into the machine, yawning softly. He looked up from the screen he had been focused on and studied her for a moment;

"Still tired?"

She blinked and met his gaze, bewildered for a split second before flashing him a slight grin, 

"Nah... well... yeaaaa."

The ending of her sentence was interupted by another soft yawn and he chuckled.

"I told you to get some sleep."

She made a face and whined, 

"I wanted to stay awake with you, besides, I'm fine."

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head,

"Well... thats the eigth spoonful of coffee you've put into that thing."

She froze, blushing slightly.

"....God dammit."

Her cheeks flushed a bright red, her embarassment only heightened by the laugh he couldnt contain anymore. She picked up the filter and poured the grounds back into the container, pouting all the while. With furrowed brows and an expression containing so much determination that it made him laugh again, she slowly measured out the required 3 spoonfuls of coffee, then started the machine. 

As is hissed, signifying it was doing its job, she glanced up at him briefly. He was staring right at her with a small smile and their eyes met, making her blush again. His grin widened. She scoffed,

"What?"

He tilted his head, his eyes twinkling playfully,

"And what have we learned?"

She groaned and rolled her eyes, huffing loudly,

"Master is always right?"

She said the right words but the tone of her voice was sarcastic. His smile faltered slightly but he pursed his lips, choosing to ignore the attitude... this time. He came around the counter and pressed his lips to her temple,

"Thats right..."

She frowned and cast a sidelong glance at him, though she stayed silent. He tilted his head to look at her more head on and indicated with raised brows he wanted to know what was on her mind. She fiddled with the spoon for a moment, hesitating. He smiled and took it away,

"Comon Fidget, whats wrong?"

He prodded for answers, using the nickname he teasingly gave her for exactly the reason he now had the spoon. She bit the inside of her cheek then finally opened her mouth to speak, her eyes suddenly looking everywhere but at him, 

"You dont always... ACT like a Dom. So... why am I expected to always listen like a sub?"

He pressed his lips together in a thin line and exhaled through his nose,

"Ah...well for one, thats a good question. So stop looking like a berated puppy."

While she had that expression on her face, the minute he called her on it, it changed instantly, her eyes narrowing and her lips pursed into a pout. But she finally looked at him. He smiled at her, leaning in closer as his voice got lower,

"And two, I don't always ACT like a dom, in your opinion, because you're confusing the role of dom with the act of dominating. I am always your owner. But only when I see fit, will I dominate you. And you know I am far too busy with work to dominate you every single day. However..."

...Suddenly his hand came up and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head back as his lips grazed up the side of her neck, his breath hot on her ear as his voice lost its cheerful tone and was replaced by that low growl that sent shivers down her spine everytime he put her in her place. She gasped, her eyes widening and her cheeks flushing as a wave of goosebumps spread over her body. She felt exactly what he wanted her to feel, the warmth start from her neck and move down, her body responding to this so very simple, yet so very effective assertion of his ownership.

"Don't think for a moment you're ever allowed to forget exactly who you belong to."

And just as quickly as it happened, it was over. His hand released her hair and he stepped back as she stood there panting slightly, now very much awake, and her body humming with want. She looked up in time to see him walk away, casting a smug grin at her over his shoulder. She sputtered with frustration, 

"Tease!"

He laughed, the sound echoing down the hallway from his office back to the kitchen where she still stood,

"Thats what you get for not listening."

She groaned softly, leaning over and thunking her forehead on the counter. Her skin still tingling, her legs almost trembling with want, and an almost one hundred percent certainty that she needed to change her panties. God damn how did he elicit this strong of a reaction out of her with something so...so simple? She was never this much of... a wanton. Then the day came when she chose to throw caution to the wind and drop to her knees at his feet. Once he started showing her this world, she couldnt get enough. Now here she was curled up on the kitchen floor almost, biting her lip to keep from whimpering. 

His voice suddenly came from above her and she opened her eyes with a start, looking up at him with those round cerulean orbs. He tilted his head and spoke gently,

"Now... what have we learned?"

He asked again, and she rolled over onto her knees, her hands coming up to cling at his pantsleg. Her voice was soft and this time devoid of any attitude,

"My Master is always right."

He smiled and reached down to stroke his fingers through her hair,

"Good girl."