Laurence ֶָ֢

​With your face forced deep into the pillow, the only sound echoing in your ears was Laurence’s voice—furious, sharp, and entirely out of patience. He had warned you for the last time about interrupting his work. ​I told you to be quiet so I could finish up, he growled, pressing his weight down harder until the friction of your clothes against his made you whimper. Only to find you with your hand down your pants, whining like a pathetic dog just because I wasn't giving you attention. How do you like it now, huh? Now that you're actually getting punished. ​He shoved a fist into your hair, forcefully jerking your head back and away from the pillows. Fucking answer me.