Alaric, still in his "Brad" persona, dragged Elaine by the wrist. She stumbled after him, her body a mess of conflicting signals—shame, rage, humiliation, and a sick, lingering thrum of pleasure.
"Eleanor!" he yelled, his voice a rough bark. "Go to your room, baby! Me and your hot mom need to have a little... talk."
He grinned, his "Brad" persona oozing sleaze. "A... parent-teacher conference. About your... performance."
"But Brad...!" Eleanor pouted from the table, her body still flushed and aching from his rough, quick fucking. "I... I want to watch!"
"I said, go!" he snarled, his voice dropping for a second, a flash of his true, cold self. "Don't make me punish you again. You know you don't like it when I'm disappointed."
"O... okay, Brad," Eleanor said, immediately caving. The thrill of his dominance was stronger than her curiosity. She loved the "drama" of it all. "I'll... I'll just be in my room! Waiting for you!"
