His body was taut and tense as I gripped his shoulders to steady myself as I kissed his lips.
He did not kiss me back.
"Uh, Sam. What's the matter?" I asked, standing back a few feet to look at him.
The way he was looking at me had me wracking my brain curiously trying to figure out why he would be looking at me like this. I opened my mouth to ask him again what his problem was when the veritable light bulb went off over my head and a squeak left my mouth. I spun away from him without another word and darted down the hall, pulling my baggy tee over my head in the process and pulling the elastic band from my hair as I went.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
The words ran on a loop in my head. I didn't dare speak aloud.
Wiggling my hips to try aiding me in shucking the pants from my body, I slung my legs out, kicking each sneaker off my foot and bouncing around to pull the end of the pants off me.
No wonder he's pissed off. I completely forgot about today's play! Oh God, thank goodness I had showered just before I put away all the supplies. At least part of me was thinking!
Just as I snapped the collar around my neck and got on my knees, Sam rounded the door to the bedroom. My hair was most likely a mess of tangles around my shoulders and the leash was forgotten on the dresser, but I was bare to him. My knees were placed shoulder width apart and I sat on my heels, my pads of my toes on the floor to keep me balanced. Hair hung in my face but I kept my hands folded in front of me instead of moving to fix it. I'd already messed this up enough tonight. His expression had smoothed out from the angry glare and I sat prettily, waiting for acknowledgement. I knew I had fucked up by forgetting. I would be getting punished for that, definitely. Posed at the foot of the bed on the carpeting, I kept my eyes down after my Alpha entered the bedroom. From the corner of my eye, I noticed him appraising me and hoped he took into consideration that though I forgot about our play time, I was quick and eager once I'd remembered. I saw him strip from his work jeans, seeing them crumple on the floor, before his red shirt followed suit. He toed off his boots and pulled off his socks, leaving them in the same pile. As he walked around me, his palm landed on my head and I stiffened, waiting for the reprimand.